
## Invisible Threads

Have you ever noticed how people sometimes look at others differently just because they don't have nice clothes or a fancy job?, It’s like they’re wearing invisible glasses that only see money and status. It hurts my heart every time I see this happen.

Last week, I saw a little girl hugging our building's cleaning lady. The girl didn't care that the lady's clothes had stains from work or that she wasn't rich. She just saw the kindness in the lady's eyes and the warmth in her smile.

You know what’s wild? Every person you walk past has a story that could make you laugh, cry, or just sit in silence for a while. Take the old man who serves tea at the corner shop. He raised three kids all by himself after his wife passed away. He doesn’t have much money, but his eyes light up like Diwali fireworks when he talks about how his daughter just became a teacher. That’s the kind of wealth no bank can measure.

Sometimes I wonder—why do we judge people by what’s in their pocket instead of what’s in their heart? My mother used to say, **“Money can buy you a bed, but it can’t buy you peaceful sleep.”** Back then, I thought she was just being poetic. Now I realize the real meaning.

The whole caste system thing? It's like someone decided to organize humans like a wardrobe - keeping some people in the "special occasion" section and others in "daily wear." But here’s the truth: We all sneeze when we sniff pepper. We all cry when onions chop us. We all dance badly in the shower. We’re the same messy, glorious disaster in this beautiful life :)

Remember that security uncle everyone ignores? Yesterday, I saw him sharing his lunch with a stray dog. He didn't have much food himself, but his heart was rich enough to share. These are the moments that remind me what being human really means.

I've cried thinking about how we sometimes treat people who clean our streets or serve our food. They work so hard, yet some people won't even look them in the eye or say "thank you." Don't they deserve the same respect as anyone else? Don't their dreams matter too?

Every morning, I see people rushing to their offices in fancy cars, while others wait for crowded buses. But here’s the thing: both groups have the same hopes, fears, and dreams. Both laugh when they’re happy and cry when they’re sad. Both have someone waiting for them at home. And both probably complain about the traffic.

So next time you see someone society tells you to ignore, stop for a moment. Look into their eyes. Share a smile. Ask them how their day is going. Because every time we treat someone with kindness, we make this world a little less broken, a little more beautiful.

> If this made you cry (or at least made you feel something more than what you feel when your food delivery gets delayed ;) ), I want you to make a promise to youself. Set aside ₹1000 each month for those who need it more than your next shopping spree. That's just three shots or one movie with popcorn! Think about it - you could be someone's plot twist in their story of struggle.

We're all connected by invisible threads of humanity.Because at the end of the day, we're all just trying our best in this messy, beautiful thing called life. ❤️

forgive me for the long post, This was my heart overflowing with feelings that have been building up for years. Sometimes you just have to let your heart speak :)


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# Intermittent Fasting for 2 Months: My Journey (and Struggles!)

Two months down, and feeling energized!   I'm not the fittest, but I wanted to make some healthy changes.  Those love handles?   Yeah, they were definitely a target, but weight loss wasn't my only motivator.  Honestly, I just wanted to see if I could stick with something new and create a healthier lifestyle.

Let me tell you honestly, starting intermittent fasting (IF) was a leap of faith.  Would I be able to keep it up?   Looking back, I'm proud to say I did it, and it feels like something I can actually maintain for the long haul.

## My Simple IF Rules:
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  1. Lights out for food by 9:30 PM. 
  2. Breakfast became a 1:30 PM party. Yep, a slightly delayed start to the eating window.
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I upped my protein intake to 70-90 grams a day and went a little easier on the carbs.

Workout Woes :)

Working out has been a part of my routine for a year now, but timing became the new challenge.  Evening gym sessions were regular for me, I made a switch to mornings (6-7:30 AM to be exact).

The first few weeks were brutal.  Surrounded by tempting snacks at home?  Major test of willpower.  But my folks actually helped me stay on track.  Guess a change of scenery does the body (and the mind) good!

## The Unexpected Payoff

The scale might not have screamed "amazing results," but my body definitely noticed a difference.  My energy levels soared, and I felt more active throughout the day.  Focus?  It became my new superpower, crushing work and studies with laser focus.

## What's Next?

The future of IF is looking bright!  I'm ready to take things to the next level.  16/8 feels easy peasy now, so why not try some 24-hour fasts?  Once a week to start, with room to grow from there.

This journey has just begun, and I'll be back in another 2-3 months to share more insights. Until then, Ciao! 🌟🥂

[Note: Consistency means taking some well-deserved days off. It's about finding the balance!]

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