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AM I REALLY FREE? πŸ•Š️πŸ’”

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What happened to those candle marches? πŸ•―️ For Nirbhaya in 2012, for Priyanka Reddy in 2019, for Dr. Chitra Banerjee in 2024… What did they change? Did they bring justice? ⚖️ Or were they just fleeting moments of rage—fading into silence, leaving behind the same unsafe streets and unspoken fears? Did those women deserve what happened to them? πŸ’” Did they deserve to be treated as if their existence was a crime? Do any of us deserve the horrors we face, day after day, simply because we are women? FREEDOM. πŸ•Š️ It’s a word I’ve always desired. Isn't that a basic right? But as a girl, as a woman in this country, can we ever truly achieve it? Freedom feels like a distant dream—something we are taught to long for but never really have. Was I free when I was just a little girl, and my parents stopped my sisters and me from playing in the streets after hearing news about the Nirbhaya case, while my cousins—who were boys—were still allowed to roam freely? What was my and my siste...

The Day I Cried with Strangers πŸ˜’πŸ’«

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Some moments in life don’t last long, yet they leave a mark on our hearts forever. This is one such moment—a reminder that sometimes, the comfort we seek comes from the most unexpected places. πŸ’–✨ It was one of those days when everything felt too heavy. My heart ached πŸ’”, my mind was restless, and I just wanted to be alone. My college classes got canceled πŸ“š❌, and instead of going home or sitting in the usual crowded places, I went to the park 🌳🌿 near my college. I needed space to think, to breathe, to just exist without explaining myself to anyone. As I sat there, lost in my own storm 🌧️, my eyes fell on a girl sitting on the ground, her hands shaking, her breath uneven. She was having a panic attack. 😨 Her friend had left to get water for her, but in that moment, she was alone, struggling. Without thinking twice, I walked up to her. Maybe because I knew what it felt like to be alone in pain. πŸ’­ Maybe because, for once, I wanted to help someone even when I couldn’t hel...

A Love That Needed No Words ❤️

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There are moments in life that leave an imprint on our hearts—moments so pure, so unexpected, that they remind us of the beauty of human connection. One such moment found me on an evening I wasn’t prepared for. I was at an event organized by the NGO I work for, spending time with children from underprivileged backgrounds. The event was filled with laughter πŸ˜‚, games 🎈, and a sense of warmth that can only come from people who find joy in the smallest of things. Throughout the day, I saw children with beaming smiles 😊, their eyes sparkling ✨ with excitement over the simplest activities—be it a storytelling session πŸ“– or a game of hopscotch. It was a reminder that happiness isn’t always found in material wealth; sometimes, it thrives in the purest, most innocent hearts. As the event wrapped up, I bid farewell πŸ‘‹ to the children and started walking away, my mind still lingering on the day’s events. That’s when I felt a tiny hand tug at mine. I turned around to see a little gi...

From Struggles to Strength: Reflecting on 2024 πŸ’ͺπŸ’”✨

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2024 has been a whirlwind of emotions, experiences, and growth—a kaleidoscope of creativity, heartbreak, and resilience that has redefined me in ways I never imagined. πŸŒͺ️✨ As a media student, I dove deep into my projects, competitions, and internship as my first taste of a professional world, finding in them not just challenges, but a path to understanding who I am and what I can truly achieve. πŸ’ΌπŸŽ¬ Stepping onto the stage after 4 years of being away was one of the nerve-wracking yet rewarding experiences. 🎀 The victories, whether in winning competitions or seeing my work resonate with others, kept my spirit afloat when the personal struggles felt too heavy to bear. πŸ†πŸ’ͺ Yet, behind the projects and performances, there was a quiet battle. The heartbreaks, betrayals, and unexpected losses this year have left deep scars, and despite my achievements, I’ve struggled to move on. πŸ’” Betrayals from my closest friends—people I thought I could trust—have shaken me in ways I couldn...

Adulthood: The Cruel Truth Behind the Fairy Tale πŸ’”πŸŒ§️

There are days when I feel like I’m drowning in my own thoughts, battling emotions that weigh me down. I feel so alone, like no one truly loves me, and it feels like no matter how much I try, the darkness keeps pulling me deeper. πŸŒ‘ The feeling of being abandoned by the people I once trusted, the people who were closest to me just a year ago, is unbearable. I can't even talk to them anymore. They betrayed me, and it broke my heart in a way that left me scared to ever trust anyone again. πŸ’” It's been so long that I've been feeling this way. I often think, Is there anyone out there who truly cares? And I find myself realizing that there is no one. Not even my family. Sure, they love me, but the kind of trust and comfort I crave... it’s just not there anymore. πŸ’” It feels like no one really gets me, and that hurts more than I can put into words.✍🏻 I’m just scared. Scared to trust. Scared to love. πŸ’” The pain from the past is so deep that it’s hard to see the light. 🌟 The peo...

The Timeless Charm of Wooden Block Stamp Henna ✨

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Art is not just what we create; it’s the stories we preserve through our creations. ✨πŸ’— 🌿✨ Wooden block stamp henna is a mesmerizing tradition that marries art and culture. Each intricately carved wooden block πŸͺ΅ is more than just a tool—it’s a masterpiece crafted by skilled artisans, telling stories through its delicate designs. I discovered this beautiful art form during my visit to Gurudwara Nada Sahib. Among the serene chants and spiritual atmosphere, I noticed a woman sitting by the pathway, skillfully stamping henna patterns onto hands. She was offering her art for just ₹20 per hand, creating intricate designs with an ease that was mesmerizing. Watching her work felt like witnessing tradition come alive, right before my eyes. Unlike freehand henna, this unique technique uses handcrafted wooden blocks dipped in henna paste 🌸 to create stunning impressions. From delicate floral patterns 🌺 to bold geometric designs, every stamp reflects the soul of age-old artistry, r...

Welcome to Unfiltered by Yati

Hi there! Welcome to Unfiltered by Yati, a little corner of the internet where I’ll be sharing my thoughts, experiences, and everything that inspires me. This blog is a reflection of my world—messy, magical, and wonderfully unpredictable. Whether it’s my love for fashion, my travel diaries, deep (and not-so-deep) thoughts, or just snippets of everyday life, you’ll find it all here. Why "Unfiltered"? Because life isn’t perfect, and neither am I. I believe in embracing the raw, unfiltered moments that make us who we are. This space is about keeping it real—no filters, no facades. Just me, sharing pieces of my life with you. A Little About Me I’m Yati—a student, a dreamer, and now a blogger. I’ve always loved writing and expressing myself, and this blog feels like the perfect platform to do just that. I’m not an expert at life (far from it), but I’m here to learn, grow, and hopefully inspire others along the way. So, join me on this journey! Let’s explore life together, one unfi...