“कुछ मुलाक़ातें इत्तेफ़ाक़ नहीं होतीं। कुछ लोग ज़िंदगी में इसलिए आते हैं ताकि एक थके हुए, बेघर दिल को आख़िरकार उसका सुकून मिल सके।” “Sometimes home is not a place, it's a person.” Home isn't just four walls; It's the peace I feel around you. When the hustle of life gets too loud, your hug is the only place that feels like home. This is the story of two strangers who slowly become each other’s home. The beautiful love story of two strangers.
“Becoming My Own Home” is not just a book it’s a warm hug for the soul. It’s for every person who has ever felt lost in the noise of the world and forgotten how to listen to their own heart. Through tender words, simple reflections, stories, poetry, and journal prompts, this book gently guides you back to yourself. It reminds you that self-love isn’t a destination it’s a daily choice. A quiet promise. A soft whisper that says, “You matter.” In these pages, you will explore what it really means to love yourself, to hold your own hand when life feels heavy, to forgive your mistakes, to stop shrinking for others, and to become the safe space you always searched for in someone else. This is a journey of healing, acceptance, and blooming in your own time. Because loving yourself isn’t selfish, it’s the beginning of everything.it means becoming your home. "Like a Mother, I Love Me" I hold my heart like a mother would, With gentle hands, I say, "You're good." When I fall, I don’t blame me, I wipe my tears and let me be. I feed my soul with words so kind, And leave harsh thoughts far behind. I sit with pain, I don’t run fast, I hug my wounds until they pass. I cheer myself in every fight, I am my own soft guiding light. No conditions, no ifs, no test Like a mother, I give me rest. Not perfect, no need to be I’m still enough, I still choose me.
She loved him enough to never let him know... and he changed because of a love he never saw coming. Chandni Sawarnya was never the girl who asked for too much. She smiled even on the hardest days and stayed quiet even when her heart was heavy. Between her parents' endless fights and the weight of responsibilities, she learned to survive without expecting peace. And then came Mr. Divyansh Bhardwaj. Not as a lover. Not as a hero. But simply... as light. A presence that unknowingly brought calm to her storm. A voice that made the noise in her head fade for a while. She never told him what he meant. She couldn't. Because it was never about being together. It was about loving someone deeply, silently, and selflessly, without expecting anything in return. This is not a story of confessions. It's not a love story that ends in a happily ever after. It's a story of a girl who bloomed in silence. Of a man who never knew he saved someone's world just by being in it. And of a love so pure, it didn't ask for anything, not even recognition. But sometimes, love leaves behind traces... Years later, when Divyansh learns the truth, he realizes, he may never have loved her, but he was loved in a way that made him a better man. Because some people don't stay in your life, they stay in your growth. "She loved him in silence, and in that silence, he found the man he was meant to be."