My Heart, My Healer, My Forever Companion

 

Growing up with a sister is like having a piece of your soul walking outside of you, wrapped in love and mischief. For me, it’s more than that—it’s as if our hearts were designed to beat in sync, tied together by an unbreakable bond that only grows stronger with time.

We were born just a year apart, but it feels like she’s been a part of me forever. She’s not just my sister—she’s my healer, my partner in crime, and my soft place to land. No matter how messy life gets, she has this way of wrapping me in her presence and reminding me that everything will be okay.

We’ve shared everything—our random Friday market sprees, hot chocolate dates, our own wired languages and endless giggles over things no one else would ever find funny. She makes me feel like the most generous person in the world when I gift her a single rose, and she’s head over heels with happiness. Moments like these, the simple ones, are what make life so beautiful with her by my side.

She is my daughter too. If my love, affection, and care for her aren’t motherhood, then I don’t know what is. She completes the womanhood cycle for me in a way that nothing else ever could. No matter how hard or chaotic life gets, her presence feels like a warm hug, whispering, “You’re not alone. You are loved. Always.”

She is the love of my life. I don’t know what I’d do without her, and frankly, I don’t ever want to find out. The idea of leaving her feels like losing a part of myself. If I could, I’d keep her right by my side forever, reliving the joy of being kids together—laughing at silly things, dreaming about everything and nothing, and just being endlessly happy in each other’s company.

Little sisters are truly God’s way of saying, “Here, Amidst all the chaos this space I made perfect for you.” She is my constant reminder that I’m not alone, my proof that life can be filled with love, and my safe haven when the world gets too loud.

To my sister, my soul mate, my other half, my heart: thank you for every laugh, every hug, and every random adventure. You are my greatest blessing, my anchor, and my forever partner in crime. You make life better in every possible way. I love you endlessly. ❤️

Priyanka, You Didn’t Just Survive—You Became Unstoppable

This year, I learned what it truly means to fight for myself. And today, I want to thank the one person who carried me through it all—ME.

From November 2023 to April 2024, I was continuously bleeding. My PCOD was triggered, and the physical agony became a part of my daily life. The cramps hit like storms, sharp and unforgiving, leaving me curled up on the floor, struggling to breathe. Sleep was a luxury, but it wasn’t an option.

Still, each day, I pushed through. Despite the pain, I kept showing up at work. My legs felt heavy, but I stood tall. I didn’t just battle deadlines—I fought the ache that wouldn’t let go. But I promised myself I wouldn’t stop.

Amid this storm, I took on a massive projects. I juggled client calls, deliverables, revisions, and family commitments. I focused on my health, determined to take control, even when my body fought me every step of the way.

With medication, the pain started easing, my energy returned, and I regained control. My health improved, my confidence grew, and so did my productivity. I secured a raise, bringing stability to my finances. But I didn’t stop. I kept working, kept going. No breaks. No excuses.

Then, I got promoted. A title that wasn’t just recognition for my hard work, but a symbol of everything I had overcome to get here.

But the challenges didn’t end there. I fought mental battles too. The thought of stillness was unbearable. The fear of failing was unbearable. The fear of not being enough was unbearable. So, I filled every moment—house chores, blogging, travelling back and forth to Panvel and Pune, and, my personal obsession: deep cleaning. Even at my cousin’s wedding, I worked through the exhaustion, pushing myself until my body finally gave in. 

But something unexpected happened this year —I came very close to the feeling of being a mother. I spent one amazing week with a 2 year old Angel, living every moment with her, immersing myself in her love and warmth. It made me realize how deeply I long to be a mother and how much I cherish kids. I saw just how much I was capable of doing while still being fully available for her. That week was a reminder of how much love and strength I carry within me.

Through it all, I was looked down upon—judged for my weight, for my health, for not being enough, for not earning enough. It hurt. It still hurts. But my battle is not of validation. My focus is on growth. And so...:

To my body: Thank you for enduring when it had every reason to break down.

To my mind: Thank you for finding focus in the chaos.

To my heart: Thank you for believing in a future bright enough to make the pain worth it.

Because careers aren’t built on brands or money. They’re built on sacrifices, resilience, and showing up every single day. The brands we admire? They started small, with people who believed in the work—not just the name. People who didn’t sell the Sun to buy Candles. That’s who I am. I just don’t work for a pay check. I work because I have a vision for growth, for stability, for a life that’s truly mine.

In 2022, I thought of ending my life. The darkness felt endless.

Thank God I didn’t. Look at me now.

I’ve sacrificed small joys, skipped breaks, and pushed myself beyond limits I never knew existed. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to. And today, I’m here—stronger, wiser, thriving.

To anyone reading this: Success isn’t easy. It’s forged in pain, perseverance, and the unshakable belief that tomorrow can be better than today.

Priyanka, you are unstoppable. You didn’t just survive—you became someone even you can look up to.

Towards A Very Happy New Year...

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Priyanka