Pratik Joshi had been living in London for six years. A software professional, he’d long dreamed of building a life abroad for his wife and three young children, who stayed back in India.
After years of waiting for due clearances the dream was finally coming true. Just two days ago, his wife, Dr. Komi Vyas, a renowned doctor in Udaipur, resigned from her job. The bags were packed, goodbyes said, the future within reach.
This morning, the family of five, filled with hope and excitement, boarded Air India flight 171 to London. They clicked a selfie. Sent it to relatives. A one-way journey to a new life. But they never made it. The plane crashed. No one survived.
In a matter of moments, a lifetime of dreams turned to ash. A brutal reminder, life is terrifyingly fragile. Everything you build, everything you hope for, everything you love, it all hangs by a thread. So while you can, live, love, and don’t wait for happiness to start tomorrow.

Everyone can feel anxious sometimes, but people with anxiety disorders often experience fear and worry that is both intense and excessive.

Anxiety disorders interfere with daily activities and can impair a person’s family, social and school or working life.

Anxiety disorders are the world’s most common mental disorders, affecting 301 million people.

Symptoms of anxiety disorders include:

Excessive fear or worry.
Trouble concentrating.
Feeling irritable, tense or restless.
Nausea or abdominal distress.
Heart palpitations.
Sweating, trembling or shaking.
Trouble sleeping.
A sense of impending danger, panic or doom.

👩🏽‍💼 Symptoms often begin during childhood or adolescence and continue into adulthood. Girls and women are more likely to experience an anxiety disorder than boys and men.

To help manage your symptoms of anxiety and promote your overall well-being, you can:

1️⃣ Avoid or cut down on alcohol and don’t use illicit drugs.
2️⃣ Exercise regularly, even if it’s just a short walk.
3️⃣ Stick to regular eating and sleeping habits and eat a healthy diet.
4️⃣ Learn relaxation techniques, such as slow breathing and progressive muscle relaxation.
5️⃣ Develop the habit of mindfulness meditation.

Don't Be Mentally Weak

People are the main cause of our mental weakness. The world has taught us through movies that we need to make people feel a certain way and people need to make us feel a certain way. It has done nothing but filled us up with never ending expectations. It has made us crave for other people's attention. It has made us mentally suffer with unmet expectations. You need to realise that only you and your habits can fulfil your expectations. Get out of the mud of expectations from the external world, it is a waste of your time and mental energy. Love them unconditionally but expect only from yourself. Mentally strong people only have expectations from themselves living a peaceful life.
Mentally weak people expect from others getting hurt and wasting their mental energy all the time.

16 ways to calm yourself when life is getting tough

1. Walk.
2. Indulge.
3. Give something to a total stranger.
4. Be silly. Do something that you did as a child.
5. Educate yourself. Research what it is you're experiencing.
6. Write the day's to-do list the evening before.
7. Write down a list of 20 of your strengths (e.g.empathetic)
8. Keep taking small steps, no matter what.
9. Re-visit an old hobby.
10. Prioritize. Decide what's important right now.
11. Get enough rest. Sleep 7-9 hours each night.
12. Cry.
13. Check your self-talk.
14. Journal.
15. Remind yourself of the value you have to offer.
16. Sit in a coffee shop or a busy street and soak up your surroundings.

IF YOU KEEP PICKING WRONG, READ THIS.


Choosing a partner is one of the most important decisions of your life. But many good women are making bad decisions because something deeper is influencing their choices.

These are 5 things that can cause you to choose the wrong partner even when you’re praying, fasting, and “doing everything.”

1. YOUR EMOTIONS

The moment you feel something strong, you stop seeing clearly. You start making excuses to cover up red flags because you don't want to lose this thing you feel for him.

If emotions are driving the car, wisdom is probably tied up in the boot. And that is exactly the case for many ladies.

Your emotions are good and what makes you human, but you need to gain mastery over it else it will keep making you choose the wrong partners.

2. UNMET NEEDS

Some of the worst relationships you’ll ever enter are the ones you walk into with an empty cup.
Because when you’re thirsty, even p0ison can look like water.

When you have unmet needs, your definition and perception of love are altered, and you will confuse so many things for love.

3. YOU’RE STILL IN YOUR FANTASY STAGE

A lot of women fall in love with the idea of a man, not the reality of who he is. You picture a wedding with him, future kids, matching Ankara, and couple selfies…

But you never stopped to ask: Is this man truly ready for what I’m praying for? Sometimes, you’re not choosing him - you’re choosing your hope.

So as long as he matches the idea of the man you fantasize about, you intentionally close your eyes to other important things and hope that helps changes later.

4. TRAUMA YOU HAVEN’T HEALED FROM

Unhealed trauma can distort a lot. You’ll think you’re following your heart and even feel “peace” and use it as a confirmation….

But it’s your w0unds that are choosing for you because it has seen something “familiar”.

Your nervous system isn’t looking for love… it’s looking for what it knows. And until you do the healing work, your past will keep hijacking your future.

5. PRESSURE (FROM SOCIETY, FRIENDS, FAMILY OR EVEN YOURSELF)

When you’re close to your 30s and people keep asking “when are you getting married?”, it messes with your peace.

You start feeling like you’re behind. You lower your standards. You rush, settle, and pick out of fear. And the worst part? You start seeing the wrong person as “good enough” After all no one is perfect, right? All because you’re trying to meet a deadline.
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For how long will you keep allowing your emotions to affect your relationship choices? What unmet need is influencing your choice?

Is something from the past making you reject what is safe, good, and real? Then making you choose what isn't good for you?

How about pressure to be married? Are you giving in already?

*POISON THAT KILLS MEN*

*Once upon a time a beautiful girl got tired of her marriage life and wanted to murder her spouse.*

*One morning she ran to her mother and say to her " mother, I am tired of my husband I can no longer support his nonsense. I want* *to kill him but I am afraid Law of the land will hold me responsible, can you please help me mother?"*

*The mother answered:*

- *Yes my daughter I can help you, but, there is a little task attached.*

*The daughter asked "what task? I am willing and ready to assume any task attached in order to get him out"*

*OK, said the mother,*

*1..You will have to make* *peace with him, so that no one will suspect you when he is dead.*

*2.. You will have to beautify yourself in order to look young and attractive to him*

*3.. You have to take good care of him and be very nice and appreciative to him*

*4.. You have to be patient, loving and less jealous, have more listening ears, be more respectful and obedient*

*5. Spend your money for him and don’t get angry even when he don't give you money for whatever*

*6. Don’t raise your voice against but encourage Peace and love so that you will never be suspected when he must* *have died.*

*Can you do all of that?*
*Asked the mother.*
*Yes i can. She replied*
*OK, said the mother.*

*Take this powder and pour a bit in his every day meal, it will slowly kill him.*

*After 30 days the lady came back to her mother and said.*

*Mother, I have no intention of killing my husband again. As of now I have grown to love him because he has completely changed, he is* *now a very sweet husband than I ever imagined.*

*What can i do to stop the poison from killing him?*

*Please help me mother.*

*She pleaded in a sorrowful tone.*

*The mother answered;*
*Do not worry my daughter.* *What I gave you the other day* *was just Tumeric Powder. It will never kill him.*

*In reality, you were the poison that was slowly killing your husband with tension and dispassion.*

*It was when you started loving, honouring and cherishing him that you saw him change to a nice and sweet husband.*

*Men are not really wicked, but our way of relating with them determines their responses and feelings towards us.*

*Women if you can only show respect, dedication, love, care and commitment to your husband he will 100% be there for you.*

Happy Father's Day in Advance

Theme of How you make me feel by popular boy band WESTLIFE

The song "You Make Me Feel" delves into the transformative power of love and the emotional vulnerability it brings. The lyrics capture the feeling of being truly seen and validated by another person—a sentiment that makes one feel both alive and real. This intense connection is portrayed as an almost existential experience that not only honors the joy of love but also acknowledges its complexities and the inherent uncertainties that come with opening up to someone.

At its core, the song emphasizes that love has the capacity to ground us, to make us feel genuine in every facet of our being. It suggests that the right person can infuse everyday life with meaning and emotional depth, making every moment more significant and every emotion more palpable. This can be interpreted as both a celebration of deep, authentic connection and a reflection on the vulnerability required to truly experience such intimacy.

A VERY SAD AND TOUCHING STORY OF PRATIK JOSHI

Pratik Joshi had been living in London for six years. A software professional, he’d long dreamed of building a life abroad for his wife and three young children, who stayed back in India.

After years of waiting for due clearances the dream was finally coming true. Just two days ago, his wife, Dr. Komi Vyas, a renowned doctor in Udaipur, resigned from her job. The bags were packed, goodbyes said, the future within reach.

This morning, the family of five, filled with hope and excitement, boarded Air India flight 171 to London. They clicked a selfie. Sent it to relatives. A one-way journey to a new life. But they never made it. The plane crashed. No one survived.

In a matter of moments, a lifetime of dreams turned to ash. A brutal reminder, life is terrifyingly fragile. Everything you build, everything you hope for, everything you love, it all hangs by a thread. So while you can, live, love, and don’t wait for happiness to start tomorrow.

A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
PART 8
The apartment was dark, the air thick with the smell of stale tears and untouched meals. Grace had been lying on the cold floor for hours, her body weak, her mind drowning in regret. The phone, now silent, lay just inches from her limp fingers—the last connection to the family she had pushed away.
Outside, the rain poured heavily, tapping against the window like desperate fingers trying to wake her.
But Grace didn’t stir.
Michael sat at the dining table in their home, staring at his untouched dinner. Sarah, Daniel, and little Joy were unusually quiet, their eyes downcast.
"Dad," Sarah whispered, her voice trembling. "What if something’s wrong with Mom?"
Michael’s chest tightened. He had called Grace a dozen times. Sent messages. Begged. But there had been no response.
Not even a "leave me alone."
Just silence.
Too much silence.
Daniel, always the observant one, spoke up. "What if she’s sick? Or… or hurt?"
Michael’s hands clenched into fists. He had tried to respect Grace’s space, to give her time. But this—this silence—was different.
Something was wrong.
He stood abruptly, grabbing his car keys. "We’re going to check on her."
The drive to Grace’s apartment felt like the longest of Michael’s life. The children sat in tense silence, their small hands gripping the seats.
When they arrived, Michael knocked—once, twice, three times.
No answer.
His heart pounded. "Grace!" he called, banging harder. "Grace, open the door!"
Still nothing.
Panic clawed at his throat. He turned to the building supervisor, who, after seeing the fear in Michael’s eyes, quickly unlocked the door.
The sight that greeted them shattered Michael’s heart.
Grace lay crumpled on the floor, her skin pale, her lips cracked. Tears had dried on her cheeks, her eyes swollen from crying.
"Mom!" Sarah screamed, rushing forward.
Michael was at Grace’s side in an instant, lifting her frail body into his arms. She was burning up, her breathing shallow.
"Call an ambulance!" he barked, his voice raw with fear.
Little Joy burst into tears, clinging to Daniel as they watched their father cradle their mother, his own tears falling onto her face.
"Grace," Michael whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. "I’m here. We’re *all* here."
The sterile white lights of the hospital buzzed overhead as doctors and nurses moved around Grace’s unconscious form.
"Severe dehydration," one doctor said. "Extreme stress. Her body just… shut down."
Michael sat by her bedside, his large hand wrapped around Grace’s small one. The children hovered close, their eyes wide with fear.
Sarah, trying to be strong, wiped her tears and held Joy’s hand. "She’s gonna be okay," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.
Daniel, ever the quiet thinker, stared at his mother’s face. "Why didn’t she call us?" he asked softly.
Michael swallowed hard. "Because she thought we didn’t want her anymore."
The words hung heavy in the air.
Grace’s eyelids fluttered open hours later, her vision blurry.
The first thing she saw was Michael’s exhausted face, his stubble rough, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep.
Then—Sarah, Daniel, Joy. All staring at her with a mix of relief and lingering hurt.
Grace’s breath hitched.
They came for me.
Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over as shame crashed into her. She tried to speak, but her voice cracked. "I—I’m sorry…"
Michael squeezed her hand gently. "Shhh. Don’t talk."
Joy, unable to hold back any longer, climbed onto the bed and buried her face in Grace’s neck. "Don’t leave us again, Mama," she sobbed.
Grace’s arms—weak as they were—wrapped around her baby, holding her tight. Sarah and Daniel joined, their warmth seeping into Grace’s cold bones.
Michael leaned down, pressing a kiss to Grace’s forehead. "We never stopped loving you," he murmured. "We never *will*."
Grace closed her eyes, letting their love wash over her. For the first time in months, the storm inside her stilled.
Recovery was slow but steady.
Michael took time off work, refusing to leave Grace’s side. The children took turns reading to her, bringing her favorite foods, filling the hospital room with laughter and life.
One evening, as Grace sat propped up in bed, Michael handed her a cup of tea—just the way she liked it. Two sugars, a splash of milk.
She smiled weakly. "You remembered."
Michael sat beside her, his voice soft. "I remember everything, Grace."
A pause. Then—
"Pastor Gideon never came, did he?"
Grace’s smile faded. She shook her head.
Michael’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t press. Instead, he pulled her closer. "You don’t need him. You have us"
And for the first time, Grace believed it.
As the days passed, Grace’s strength returned—not just physically, but emotionally.
The panic attacks lessened. The nightmares faded.
Because every time she woke in fear, Michael was there to hold her.
Every time she doubted, Sarah was there to remind her, "We love you, Mom."
Every time guilt threatened to swallow her, Daniel would slip his hand into hers, silent but steady.
And Joy—her baby—would climb into her lap and whisper, "You’re my favorite person in the whole world."
Grace had spent months believing she was alone.
But her family had never left.
Not really.
The storm has passed now comes the sunrise
TO BE CONTINUED...

A PASTOR'S BETRAYAL
PART 7
The apartment was silent except for the relentless ticking of the clock on the wall.
Grace sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone. The screen displayed the same notifications she had been ignoring for weeks:
- 14 Missed Calls from Michael
- 23 Unread Messages from Sarah
- 5 Voicemails
Her finger hovered over the screen, trembling.
What if they hate me?
What if it’s too late?
A part of her was still clinging to Pastor Gideon’s words—"They abandoned you. The church is your family now."
But the pastor hadn’t called. Hadn’t visited. Hadn’t even replied to her last desperate text.
The truth was creeping in, slow and suffocating.
She had been used.
Grace dialed Pastor Gideon’s number for the fifth time that day.
It went straight to voicemail.
Again.
Her chest tightened. She scrolled through their past messages—all her pleas for spiritual guidance, for comfort, for anything—left on read.
The last message he had sent was over three weeks ago:
"Sister Grace, your sacrifice has been noted in heaven. God will reward you in due time."
Then—nothing.
Grace’s breath came in shallow gasps as she stared at the church’s social media page. There was Pastor Gideon, smiling in a sleek new suit, standing beside a luxury car, captioned:
"Blessed beyond measure! Thank you, Lord, for your provision!"
Her money.
Her house.
Her life.
All turned into his trophies.
A sob tore from her throat.
With shaking hands, Grace finally tapped on Sarah’s messages.
The first one was from two months ago:
"Mom, please call me. I miss you."
Then, a week later:
"Dad cries every night. Why won’t you talk to us?"
The most recent one, sent just three days ago:
"Joy keeps asking for you. She thinks you don’t love her anymore. Please, Mom… just say something."
Grace’s vision blurred.
She hadn’t known.
She hadn’t let herself know.
Her fingers moved on their own, opening Michael’s voicemails.
His voice—rough with emotion—filled the room.
"Grace… it’s me."
A pause. A shaky breath.
"The kids… they’re not okay. Sarah had a nightmare last night and called out for you. I didn’t know what to tell her."
Another pause.
"I don’t know what that pastor told you, but… I never stopped loving you. I never wanted this divorce. I just… I just didn’t know how to fix things."
A muffled sound—was he crying?
"Grace, please. If you ever loved us… just come home."
The message ended.
Grace sat frozen.
Then—
A second voicemail played automatically.
Sarah’s voice, small and broken:
"Mom… it’s my birthday today. You forgot. Dad tried to make it special, but… it’s not the same. I just want you here."*
A third voicemail.
Joy, her baby, whispering through tears:
"Mama… come back. I’ll be good. I promise."
Grace couldn’t breathe.
The room spun.
Her chest burned as if someone had reached inside and ripped her heart out.
What have I done?
What have I DONE?
She stumbled to her feet, gasping, her hands clutching at her chest.
The walls closed in.
The phone slipped from her fingers.
Darkness swallowed her vision.
The last thing she heard was the sound of her own body hitting the floor.
TO BE CONTINUED...

Apologize when you are wrong don't allow pride to make you lose someone you can't replace in your life.