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Some days, we choose happiness. 😊

Some days you want tinnitus to also go to sleep. 🥲

@astralsoul21 Oh. Which diploma?

Every year they announce this diploma, every year someone would send me the post and every year I say I don't have the money.

Same. I have been trying to book a ticket for house help. No tickets since the past 15 days. The number of trains has also gone down. I don't know how else she can go. The airport is also very far from her village. #westbengal

Ajj maheenwaal noon main jana mil ve. #paarchannade #love

Somebody's ordered an iced latte for no reason. 🥲🙂🫠

I have spent six years in journalism, and three years ago, I started The Observer Post with a belief that our stories deserve to be told, even when the world chooses to ignore them. In doing so, I knowingly slowed down my own personal growth. My freelancing work almost came to a halt because I wanted to build something bigger than myself. Along the way, there were people who stood with this mission, some even working for half salaries just to keep this platform alive. I remain deeply grateful to all of them. From scratch, we built The Observer Post, expanded into Hindi, and grew into a team of 13 people committed to fearless, ground-level journalism. We were not just reporting news, we were documenting realities that many would rather look away from. Then came the hardest phase. Two months ago, we had to shut down our office. Our team collapsed from 13 to just 4 people. Our Hindi channel went silent. Everything we had built started slipping away. I reached out to organisations, to those who speak loudly about supporting independent media and the community, hoping someone would step in and help us survive. No one did. So I made a choice. I refused to let this platform die. I went back to the ground alone. I reported stories myself, shot videos, edited some of them, and published them, all while doing a part-time job just to keep The Observer Post alive. From Haryana to Uttam Nagar to Bihar, I have tried to reach every place where stories were being ignored and voices were unheard. I have pushed myself beyond limits because I know if we do not tell these stories, no one will. But the truth is this fight is not easy. It is exhausting. It is isolating. It breaks you mentally, emotionally, and financially. Still, I have not given up, and I do not want to. Today, I am asking you not as an organisation, but as someone who has given everything to keep this alive. If just 1000 people contribute ₹500 monthly by taking a subscription, we can rebuild. We can bring back our team, hire reporters, bring in video editors, restart our Hindi platform, and strengthen independent journalism that actually reaches the ground. ₹500 may feel small, but together it can bring back an entire newsroom. This is not just about The Observer Post. This is about making sure our stories are not erased, that truth is not buried, and that voices from the ground are heard, documented, and remembered. If you have ever watched our work, trusted our reporting, or believed in what we are trying to do, this is the moment to stand with us. Because if we stop, these stories disappear. And we cannot afford that.

I’m going to come out and say that if you were to complain to me about a tweet by one of *my* graduate students, I would probably just roll my eyes. I’m their PhD supervisor, not mummydaddy.

@masksntales Saaaaame. ✨

In a just world, in a fair world... I'd have been a farmer, gardener, librarian or book binder. Just saying. I would've really been those. Or if I had generational wealth. Nothing else makes me want to live more than these things. If only they paid my bills.

Burkina Faso is one of the hottest countries on earth, yet 500+ students are learning in full thermal comfort, no air conditioning required. This school’s thick clay walls absorb the heat, while elevated steel roofs push it out. Eucalyptus ceilings, local labor, rainwater harvesting, everything possible came from what was already there. This is a technology institute built with the technology that suits our climate and needs. The West calls it “low-tech.” Africans call it working with your climate, not against it. 📍 Burkina Institute of Technology, Koudougou, Burkina Faso 🏛 Kéré Architecture 📷 Iwan Baan

Me to the trees in Bangalore parks 🥹

Hello Frothy espresso. 😊😊😊😊☕ #espresso #coffee #goodtimes #wfh

@PoltclCassandra Okay. No worries. Koi aur experiment jab fursat se kijiyega to share karna..

@gwrites345 I am literally on the go nowadays ab to picture khenchne ka bhi time nahin milta. I'll try it on the weekend then.

Got the sweetest coconut yesterday aur ab baney gi kowkownut woterr matcha 💅🏼🙏🏼💅🏼🙏🏼💅🏼

The human cost of the war in India. Migrant workers are soaking Chura in water and having it with chillies and onions. Those whose labour keeps our country going are drinking Sattu water that kills hunger pangs. The LPG shortage and high price has made it impossible for them to cook food. Many just giving up on work and heading back to villages where they will cook on wood fired stoves. In shanties and slums where they live the small LPG was a lifeline. It’s beyond their reach now

I’m that extremely fun person who, during icebreakers finds a way to educate people on the fact that Chiquita Bananas used to be United Fruit company that colonized Cuba since 1898. Fidel Castro and the revolution kicked them out, seized $1 billion of their assets in 1960, put a cap on private land ownership at 165 acres, and nationalized oil, telephone company, banks and sugar mills. And the US hasn’t stopped punishing Cuba for breaking their chains of slavery & colonization ever since.

@stariq88 I have posted my podcast poetry reel on my mom's bakery account. It's fun. :D But yeah, yours must be serious official accounts. I have been trying to avoid a job in communication since forever. I don't want SM to become work. But these are mostly very well paying jobs. :(

I work in comms so I have a lot of social media accounts signed in at all times. One of my biggest fears is posting something outrageous from an official account.

@badnoobpractice To healing! 🫰🏽

march was my first month of unemploymnt ever in my entire life.i wud wake up & decide to sleep again.i wud randomly make plans & go out. i slept so much.i started dancing again. i started reading again. i spent hours doing absolutely nothing wo feeling guilty.i healed a little.