I had a Breakup Few Days Ago I never thought I’d be writing this, but here I am, pouring my heart out. A few weeks ago, I had a boyfriend who meant everything to me. He was my world, my best friend, my safe place. We were happy, or so I thought. But one silly fight changed everything. It started with something small—so small that I don’t even remember the reason now. But our egos got in the way. Neither of us wanted to say, “I’m sorry.” Words were exchanged, and before I knew it, we broke up. I thought he’d come back, or I’d find the courage to reach out. But neither of us did. Now, I’m stuck in this emptiness. Every day feels heavier than the last. I see him in everything—in the songs we used to listen to, in the streets we walked together, in the jokes that now feel hollow. I try to distract myself, but nothing works. My friends tell me to move on, but how do you move on when your heart refuses to let go? Sometimes I wonder if he misses me too. Does he think about me? Does he regret what happened? I don’t know, and it kills me inside. I want to hate him for leaving, but all I feel is this deep ache, this longing for what we had. I don’t know how long this pain will last. But for now, I’m just trying to survive each day. Writing this is my way of letting it out, hoping that maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll feel whole again. – Ritika
Written by Ankush_Patil
Fun, Fasting, and Prasad: A Maha Shivratri Tale It was Maha Shivratri, and we three best friends—me, Shailesh, and Ujjwal—decided to visit Someshwar Mandir. The mandir was packed with a massive crowd, as everyone wanted to seek Lord Shiva’s blessings. We joined the line, which stretched endlessly, and ended up waiting for two long hours. While standing in the queue, we didn’t let boredom take over. We laughed, joked, and teased each other the entire time. Shailesh started narrating funny stories, and Ujjwal added his witty comments, leaving everyone around us smiling too. I was on a waterless fast that day, so my energy was running low, but their antics kept me going. When we finally reached the mandir for Shivji’s darshan, the moment felt surreal. After praying, Shailesh and Ujjwal saw the Maha-Prasad being served and couldn’t resist. They went straight for it like they hadn’t eaten in days! Watching them devour the prasad like two hungry beggars was the funniest thing ever. Meanwhile, I stood there, fasting, and gave them the “I’m judging you” look. They just laughed and continued eating. That day was filled with divine vibes, laughter, and unforgettable moments. Shivratri at Someshwar Mandir will always be special for us.
Written by Ankush_Patil
Three Friends, One Story I am Ankush, and this is the story of my two best friends, Shailesh and Ujjwal. We are not just friends; we are also roommates, sharing the same roof, food, and countless memories. Living together has been the best part of our lives. Shailesh is the responsible one, always making sure we don’t forget important things. Ujjwal, on the other hand, is the funny one, cracking jokes and making us laugh even on the worst days. And me? I love to write, so here I am, writing about our amazing friendship. Our days are full of fun and little fights. We cook together (sometimes burning food), stay up late talking about life, and support each other in every problem. Whenever one of us feels low, the other two are always there to cheer him up. Life with Shailesh and Ujjwal is never boring. We are not just friends; we are family. No matter where life takes us, our bond will always remain strong. This story of friendship is one that I will cherish forever.
Written by Ankush_Patil
The Silent Boy My name is Ankush. People say I am handsome and smart. They notice my looks, my calmness, my style. But no one notices the words I keep inside. I don’t talk much. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t know how. Words get stuck in my mind, and by the time I think of saying them, the moment is gone. So, I write. In this notebook, I write everything I wish I could say. I write about the people I want to talk to but can’t. I write about the jokes I think of but never share. I write about the feelings I have but never express. At college, people know me but don’t really know me. They smile at me, I smile back, but that’s all. No deep conversations, no real connections. I sit in class, knowing the answers but not raising my hand. I walk through the campus, wanting to join a group but choosing to sit alone. Today, a girl named Riya came up to me. She asked, “What are you writing?” I wanted to tell her everything. That I write because I can’t speak. That my words are trapped on paper, waiting for someone to read them. That I wish I could be like others, laughing, talking, sharing. But all I said was, “Just random stuff.” She smiled. “Can I read it?” I hesitated. No one had ever read my words before. But something about her made me want to share. Slowly, I pushed my notebook towards her. She read. She didn’t laugh. She didn’t judge. When she looked up, she simply said, “Your words are beautiful.” For the first time, I felt heard—without even speaking.
Written by Ritika Sharma
A New Friend on SoulSpeakStories I never expected to find a friend through my stories, but life is full of surprises. One day, I posted a piece on SoulSpeak Stories about dreams and struggles. A few hours later, I saw a comment: “Your story is beautiful. It feels real.” The comment was from Shailesh, a writer I had never spoken to before. Curious, I visited his profile and read his poems. His words carried deep emotions, just like my stories. I replied, “Thank you! I love your poems too.” That simple exchange turned into something more. We started reading each other’s work, sharing thoughts, and encouraging one another. Slowly, we became friends—not just as writers, but as people who understood each other through words
Written by Ritika Sharma
My Story – A Girl with Big Dreams My name is Ritika, a girl from a small town with big dreams. Life was never easy, but I found my escape in writing. While others played, I filled my notebook with stories, dreaming of a world beyond my own. At school, I wasn’t the smartest or the most popular. Some laughed at my simple clothes, but I knew my words had power. One day, my teacher encouraged me to enter a writing competition. Nervous but hopeful, I poured my heart into my story. When I won, everything changed. My story was published, and for the first time, I felt seen. That day, I realized—dreams come true when you believe in yourself. Now, I write my own future, one story at a time.