The Yawar Chronicles: A Journey Through Time in Pictures.

Another year is quietly coming to an end, and a new one is standing just a few days away. There was a time when a year felt long, heavy, slow. Now it feels like it passes in a blink. After a certain age, time starts moving differently. Faster. Sharper. You don’t even realise when January turns into December again. I remember myself as a school kid, going to school every day, carrying that bag, looking at college-going students with curiosity and hope. Back then, I always thought life would become better when I grow up. When I become a college student, I’ll have freedom, fun, confidence. I saw college students laughing, roaming, living freely, and I believed that was the peak of life. Now I am that age. And yes, it is fun. But it is also serious. Life starts asking questions slowly, silently. With every year, responsibilities don’t knock loudly, they just appear. You start thinking about your future, your direction, your place in the world. Life begins to feel real. This year made me re...

There are days when I feel lost, days when I feel fine, and days when I don’t understand myself at all. So I wrote this straight from the heart, without filters, without trying to make it perfect. Just me putting my feelings into words, the way they came. Life is good whether I’m doing good or not, still, life is good. I can be sad, happy, angry, lazy, sleepy. I might be good at studies or maybe not, maybe I’m not studying hard enough, maybe I’m not doing enough for my future, maybe I don’t even know what I have to do. No direction, no clarity, no idea where to start. Maybe I’m a good person, maybe I’m becoming one, maybe I only say it but I’m not. Maybe I’m in a dream, maybe I am the dream, maybe I’m just… me. I want to achieve everything, but I don’t know the recipe. Maybe I’m lost, maybe my spark is hiding, maybe I’m searching for a path I haven’t seen yet. I need a light maybe I have a candle but no matchstick. Maybe I’ve already found my spark, but I can’t recognise its glow. Mayb...

There are some connections in life that feel so natural that we start believing they are meant to stay forever. Some people enter our lives with so much warmth that it feels impossible to imagine a world without them. Some bonds feel complete even before they begin and still somehow remain incomplete in the end. This is one of those stories that no one talks about out loud, a story that hides between two hearts that meet beautifully but cannot stay together. We are so close but we cannot belong to each other. And even though these words look simple, the feeling behind them is something that not everyone understands. There are people who come into your life as if they were always there waiting, people who make your days softer, people whose presence feels like home. And yet for reasons we do not understand, the universe takes those same people and places them on a different path. There is a quiet ache in knowing that something so pure cannot stay. It is a strange sadness that does not s...

  Life can be tough in so many different ways. Sometimes it feels like everything is stuck in a loop, like no matter what you do, you keep coming back to the same point again and again. And in moments like this, I have started questioning myself in a very real way. Before starting anything, we never think about the outcome. We just begin. We don’t think about fear, consequences, acceptance, pressure, or the result. But then somewhere in the middle, after we’ve already started something, the mind suddenly wakes up and begins questioning everything. Why does this happen? Why don’t we think the same way before starting? Why do these questions show up only after our heart has become involved? We start asking ourselves — Is this right? Will this work? Am I really doing what I promised? Will I be able to handle everything? What if things go wrong? What if people don’t accept it? Where do all these thoughts hide before the beginning, and why do they appear loudly in the middle? It’s like ...

​Seriously. Why do we spend so much time pretending we have a plan? We follow the map, but the map feels like it was drawn by someone who was also lost. So, why don't we know what we're doing, and... ​ (Okay, people of the internet, take it from here. This space is yours. Add your thoughts below.)

It’s been a while… and honestly, life feels stuck — like really, really stuck. College has started, classes have started, but I haven’t. I’m not going to college, not studying, not even pretending to study like I usually do 😅. Every semester, I tell myself “This time I’ll start early”, but here I am again — just scrolling through the syllabus and calling it a productive day. The 5th semester feels like the same old movie on repeat, maybe just worse this time. My mind feels heavy — I have so much to say, so much to write, but no words come out. It’s strange how sometimes you feel everything all at once but still can’t express a single thing. I’m just lying in my room all day, music playing in the background, thoughts louder than the lyrics, and I keep asking myself, “Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha yaar…” 🥲😭 It’s been a long time since I’ve done the little things that used to make me feel alive — like clicking pictures of nature , watching the clouds move , or just traveli...