The Unfiltered Teen

Hello, pretty souls!! I came across a reel yesterday that made me stop scrolling. After thinking so much about attraction and love, I started noticing something else. Why do we stay even when the spark isn’t there? Sometimes, we’re in relationships not because we’re deeply in love but because... it feels comfortable. There’s familiarity. There’s routine. There’s the safety of knowing someone is there. Someone who knows your day, your moods, your patterns. And at this age, when so much of life feels uncertain, that familiarity can feel grounding.  Almost like love... But comfort and love aren’t always the same thing! One thing we don’t talk about enough is how normal it is to feel drawn to other people even when you’re in a relationship. Crushes happen. Attraction happens. A conversation, a presence, a personality can catch your attention. That doesn’t automatically mean something is wrong. It doesn’t mean you’re disloyal. It just means you’re human. A crush is attention. Love ...

This place holds memories✨ Hey there, lovelies! How are you all?  Before we begin, a quick note. A lot of you asked to connect on Instagram, so I’ve started an Instagram page for The Unfiltered Teen . That’s where I’ll be sharing thoughts, snippets, and conversations that don’t always make it to the blog. Follow the page, share it with your friends, and let’s grow this into a community that feels real. This post was inspired by a reader who reminded me how friendships at this age quietly shape who we become. Thank you for your lovely comment on this blog  here .🫶🏻 There was a time when our biggest worry was finishing homework before the bell rang. When sitting together in class, felt permanent. When copying maths homework, five minutes before the period started was just another normal day. And doing exit cards as a team effort felt… just natural. We never thought that one day, we might not be sitting together at all. School friendships are strange that way. They don’t anno...

🤍 Dear 2025, Sitting with the last few hours of the year feels unfamiliar. Somewhere between silence and nostalgia, I realised that the version of me who entered January no longer exists by December. Not in a dramatic way just quietly. The kind of quiet that teaches you how much growth can happen without anyone noticing. 2025 didn’t come with clear answers. It came with lessons: subtle, uncomfortable, and necessary ones. This year taught me that not everyone who starts with you will end with you. And that doesn’t make the time spent any less real. Some people walk with you just long enough to shape you, teach you, or show you parts of yourself you hadn’t met before. Letting go of that truth was hard, but holding on to it was harder. I learned that silence can be heavier than words. That some things end without closure, without fights, without explanations and that acceptance is sometimes the only closure you get. I learned that it’s okay to stop explaining myself to people who wer...

Hiyaa pretty souls !✨ Today, I’m going to write about something very soft, very personal to me. I thought about writing this many times, but I finally found the courage... and the right words. My little sister’s first rejection. Yes, at first even I couldn’t believe it. But here I am, writing about it. She’s 15 years old, and it was a confession. The kind that takes courage you don’t even realise you have until you say the words out loud. The kind that makes your heart race, your hands shake, and your mind rehearse a hundred different outcomes, hoping the best one happens. It didn’t. And for a moment, everything felt heavy. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just that quiet kind of hurt where you sit still and let it pass through you. The kind that makes you question yourself without even meaning to. They had been friends since 5th standard. It was obvious that he liked her first; the way he acted around her made it hard to miss. For the longest time, she only saw him as a friend. But ...

Hey there, beautiful people. I hope this season, and this moment in time, is treating you gently. 🤍✨ I know I’m supposed to love festivals that are louder, brighter, and closer to home: Diwali, Holi, the glittery chaos of family and firecrackers. But Christmas has always felt different to me.🤍 Quieter. Honest. Soft. The kind of holiday where the world slows down just enough for you to notice the small, perfect details. I imagine waking up on Christmas morning, still wrapped in blankets, his arm around me, his breath warm against my neck. Slow morning kisses. Sleepy laughter. A silence that feels alive. The day begins simply...maybe pizza for breakfast, because comfort tastes like cheese and tomato sauce at 8 AM, and no one questions it. No rush. No noise. Just a slow, cozy morning that feels sacred in its simplicity. After that, we get ready together: messy hair, cozy sweaters, scarves wrapped just right. Christmas decorations everywhere. Red, gold, green, and white reflecting ...

Hello Beautiful souls! How are u all? I’m back with another blog, and as promised, this one is about my first-ever school trip  to Udaipur. Convincing my parents? Honestly, not tough at all. It was the last trip of my school year, and they themselves said, “Go for it.” And I’m so glad they did. Because some experiences don’t just happen;  they stay . My trip to Udaipur was one of them. Not because everything was perfect (it wasn’t), not because it looked like a Pinterest board (though parts of it definitely did), but because it felt real. Messy. Warm. Unforgettable. It was a five-day trip with an overnight train journey. The train left on a Saturday evening, and I’ll be very honest; the entire week before that was chaos. Performances, deadlines, exams… I even had an exam on the day of the trip. But let’s be real not even all of that combined could reduce my excitement for a second. Two hours of sleep, one hectic exam, suitcase ready, backpack packed... and I was at schoo...