Badla

<p>This is not a book you read.</p><p>This is a book that reads you.</p><p>Some books are written with ink but this one bleeds with truth.</p><p>Between these pages lies a journey through everything we spend our lives chasing: peace love meaning belonging and everything we spend our lives avoiding: loss loneliness silence truth. It doesn’t preach it doesn’t lecture it simply holds up a mirror and asks do you see yourself here?</p><p>Each section unfolds like life itself messy unplanned breathtaking. One moment it carries you through fleeting sparks of joy the next it drags you into the weight of questions you never dared to ask aloud. The words don’t tell you what to feel they remind you of what you’ve already felt in quiet midnights in broken friendships in the laughter that stitched you back together in the people who left and the people who stayed.</p><p>And then just when you think it’s only about struggle the book opens its heart wider celebrating laughter bonds that heal the people who are not just part of your story but the reason your story exists. This isn’t just another collection of thoughts. This isn’t a guide nor a <br>confession. It’s a companion. It’s a raw unfiltered map of what it means to grow to stumble to love too much and to keep going anyway. A voice that speaks in words you didn’t know you needed until you saw them written down.</p><p>Because this isn’t a book you read.</p><p>This is a book that reads you.</p>