Raw And Real with Sakshi

"It wasn’t just rain. It was a feeling — of wet socks, muddy roads, and paper boats that carried our dreams." There’s something deeply emotional about a rainy day — especially when you’ve lived your school years in India. Even today, as I sip hot tea near my window, watching the raindrops race down the glass, I’m transported back to those innocent days of school uniforms and soggy shoes . As the rain hits the windowpane, I sip on this masala chai, and childhood floods back — paper boats, muddy puddles, and laughter that echoed in school corridors. ☔  School Days in the Rain: Wet Shoes, Warm Hearts I still remember those mornings when the rain would start just when we were about to leave for school . We'd run under mom’s dupatta, trying to dodge the drops. Forgetting umbrellas, we secretly enjoyed getting wet. The school corridors smelled of wet bags and muddy socks. Everyone was annoyed, but also strangely excited. There was always that one friend who...

“You’re allowed to say ‘No’ without guilt. ‘No’ is a complete sentence. And it doesn’t mean you love them any less — it means you’re choosing to love yourself too.”  

   🌧️ “Smiling on the Outside, Drowning on the Inside” An honest conversation about living with depression "Sometimes - you're just existing, not living " “Sometimes — you’re just existing, not living.” There were days when I laughed with friends, posted selfies, and went to work like everything was fine. But inside, I was barely holding on. Depression doesn’t always look like tears in the dark. Sometimes, it’s a perfectly filtered photo hiding a soul that’s tired. It’s dragging yourself out of bed when your body feels like cement. It’s replying “I’m fine” when your heart is quietly begging someone to notice it isn’t.