Elysienne

Hey everyone, I’m back with a new blog for 2026.  This time,  you might notice a few changes in my blog this year. Wishing you all a very Happy New Year. I genuinely hope 2026 turns out better than 2025, as this year has to be about growth and improvement. I felt the need to write this because, even though the year has just begun, 2026 has already taught me a few meaningful lessons that I want to share. One moment that stayed with me was thinking about the woman who comes to our house to help with cleaning. Every time she arrives, she comes with a smile, always ready to help, never complaining. She walks more than three kilometres just to get here and still has no objections or excuses. Recently, we visited her home. It was smaller than what many people would consider a bathroom, yet she lives there with a family of five and also takes care of several baby dogs. Looking at her life made me feel deeply grateful. It forced me to reflect on how often we overlook what we ...

I started journaling because I felt like I wanted to hold memories forever. I began with day entries, but quickly realised that sometimes you don’t want your bad memories staring back at you forever. The first few pages gave me a negative vibe, so I switched things up. Now, I have a big, crazy, messy-yet-cute junk journal, my little world of memories. I’ll be adding a few pictures soon, but for now, imagine all the chaos I’ve put inside: photo booth strips from Timezone, ticket stubs, flowers I received, and all the tiny gifts I stuck in, covering pages with memories. I even added cute little doodles, tiny red hearts, and random scribbles, everything I wanted to remember, no matter how small or silly. Some nights, when everything feels too loud, I open it again. I flip through the pages slowly, hearing my own voice in the scribbles, the quiet ones I never speak out loud. And somehow, the world feels a little gentler. My junk journal has become a little world of its own. It’s messy, ...

I wasn’t searching for anything when I saw those flowers leaning over the fence, blooming like the world had never disappointed them. They looked almost out of place, too soft for the concrete, too bright for the monotone day, too unbothered by everything else that wasn’t blooming. But maybe that’s why they caught me. Some things don’t wait for perfect conditions. They just open anyway. There was a quiet defiance in them, a kind I wish humans learned earlier. The ability to exist beautifully even when the surroundings are nothing special. The courage to take up space without checking if the moment is right. The softness that doesn’t apologize for being soft. And it hit me how often we overlook the beautiful things that don’t demand attention, the way winter sunlight falls differently, the calm in an early morning, the small conversations that make a day feel lighter, the comfort of familiar places. Beauty isn’t always dramatic; sometimes it just waits in the corner for someone patien...

Even though I haven’t figured it out yet, maybe this is that time in life where you start understanding your own boundaries, where you slowly realise what drains you, what heals you, and what you actually want to hold on to. I’m not perfect. I never was. But I haven’t given up on my dream either. Maybe I’m late, maybe I’m not moving as fast as others, but that doesn’t mean I’m not moving at all. I’ve started believing that success doesn’t come to the quickest; it comes to those who keep going, even when it’s slow, even when it’s messy. Yes, I procrastinate. Yes, I overthink. Yes, I’m still learning how to be responsible. But I’m trying, really trying, to become someone my future self won’t be disappointed in. Sometimes I wake up and realize how much my parents used to do for me. The forms, the bills, the reminders,  now it’s me, trying to handle it all, figuring out money, time, and priorities. And maybe that’s what 18 is, the in-between space of being a kid and an adult, still lea...

  This year, my birthday felt so special. Not just because I turned 18, but because it was full of love, laughter, and moments I will never forget. For the past month, I have been unable to sleep properly for several reasons. By the time my birthday came, I was very tired. But the moment I saw my friends smiling at me in my own home, all my tiredness vanished. I felt so happy and loved. I already knew half of the surprise, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that my friends took time to be there for me. It made me emotional, and I even had tears in my eyes. At midnight, they brought me my favourite food,  biryani ! They know how much I love it, so it made me even happier. We cut the cake, laughed, took lots of pictures, and enjoyed every second. In the evening, more friends came over, and my home was full of fun and noise. We opened all the gifts, talked a lot, and made so many happy memories. Every gift and every smile made me feel special. It wasn’t about big surp...

There’s a certain peace in letting life move the way it wants to. Some days feel heavy, some pass quietly, and some stay with you for no clear reason. I’ve started noticing those little shifts, the way the air feels before it rains, how time slows when you’re caught in your thoughts, and the strange comfort in watching the world change around you. I call myself an autumn girl, though I’ve never really seen autumn. Here, it’s mostly raining. But maybe that’s the point. You don’t always need the perfect scene to feel something deeply. A gray sky can feel just as warm as golden leaves if you let it. We spend so much time waiting for the right people, the right moments, and the right timing. But sometimes, life already gives us enough, just in quieter ways. The world doesn’t need to be perfect to be beautiful. It only needs to be noticed. Maybe that’s what growing up feels like. Learning to find meaning in things that don’t last, smiling at small details that nobody else sees, and letting ...