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A couple of months ago, I watched a short video. This video suggested that if we apply ice on our face, there are several health benefits. I decided to test out this theory. Since March 2024, I have been applying ice on my face every day. For last 6 months, I have been applying ice on my face every day without fail.  I have noticed some significant benefits after applying ice on my face. There were no changes to my skincare routine. That is why all these changes can be attributed to the use of ice. Here are my observations. Less acne I have an acne prone skin. I generally get acne around my periods. Every time I get at least 3 to 4 pimples on my face. After I started applying ice on my face, I have noticed that  I am getting less acne. Reduction of inflammation I have sensitive skin. I often notice that my skin gets easily inflamed. After I started applying ice on my face, I have noticed that the inflammation has been reduced. Better hydration Naturally,  my skin is dry. I

All of a sudden, out of nowhere I remembered a nightmare. I must have been 5 years old, yet I remember it vividly. I saw that I was chasing something or someone. I am running in an open field. While running my dupatta (scarf) gets pulled. I turn around and I see a leafless shrub. I see ahead and suddenly the view in front of me has changed. It is no longer an open field. I am now in an apartment complex which looks just like the one near my home. It looks dreaded. I must have fallen down now. In my nightmare I am about to cry. Just then, a vehicle stops next to me. I see myself in that vehicle peaking outside the window. Looking at my fallen self . When this nightmare occurred to me, I was scared.  Now I think about it, I feel strange. Why did I remember this nightmare so clearly? Why my 5 year old brain created this illusion? Was this astral projection in my nightmare? Was that me in the vehicle or was that an apparition? Who was real?  All these questions will remain unanswered, I b

An incident happened with me which made me furious. I was in my office cafeteria. I was standing in the queue to collect coffee in my own coffee mug. I do not use the office mugs because of hygiene reasons. A man stood ahead of me. He was carrying his bagpack. I stood atleast 20 inches away from him. Suddenly this man decided to swing his bagpack. He swung it hard and it hit me. His bag hit my hand forcefully, hurting my hand. Due to the impact the mug from my hand fell down and broke. A train of "sorry" followed after. This led me thinking, was he not aware that he was in a queue? Was he not aware that people were around him? Or simply he was self absorbed? In social situations, everybody is expected to be aware. However, nowadays we are seeing such zombies who are completely self absorbed and unaware of social circumstances. 

I often get told that I do not have a friendly face. Looking at my face, people often tell me that I look very strict. If I don't smile, I appear to be unapproachable. I have been told throughout my career that I look unapproachable. I look strict and that is why I look scary people are afraid to approach me because the way I look. This is purely based on how I look. They don't even bother to interact with me to decide whether I am approachable or I am unfriendly. Based on how I look, I am easily judged as strict unfriendly or unapproachable. The reality is quite contradicting to their judgement. I do not need to say anything in addition to that. That leads me to several questions which are an answer till date. Unapproachable, what does that exactly mean? Unfriendly, what does that mean as well? How do you label somebody as unapproachable or unfriendly just by looking at their face? What happened with "Don't judge the book by its cover"? What happened to "bea

Today I look back and decide to assess I enlist all what I have lost in the process Ending up in a lacuna is a possibility Or I may convert this void into an opportunity All the love and all the pride All the tears I have cried From being broken to holding together I have lost my innocent forever Setting the world ablaze Staring into the flame to daze Thoughts got hardwired and fixated I have lost my emotions and got manipulated Realism was at its peak Imagination was ailing weak In search of truth, facts and theories I have lost the dreams and made them memories In the process I held on to my hope Tightened the grip to faith at the slope Kept the fire alive and stood tall after the fall Losing a few traits was not awful after all I am the face of trust I am an icon of shine in the rust I am the lighthouse for those who are lost Happy to lose for social benefit's cost