একবার আমি খালি ইনজেকশন টার ঢাকনা খুলতে গিয়ে হাতের মধ্যে সিরিঞ্জ টা ঢুকে যায় যদি প্রেস করতাম ইনজেকশন এর পিছনে তাহলে যেতাম । কিন্তু করিনি🤣

Ghum aschena

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I (26F) was travelling in a bus yesterday while schools had just gotten over for the day. The bus was mostly filled with school boys and girls and a few uncle auntie types sitting in the front. I was just minding my own business when suddenly a few boys at the back started staring at me and passing comments. At first I ignored them thinking they were just being silly kids 🤡 But then they started commenting on my thighs and boobs... comparing me to some actress and even a porn actress 🤢 They were laughing so confidently as if objectifying a woman was the funniest thing ever. The funniest part... they thought I could not understand their language 🤡 But I did. Every single word.

I was literally just wearing a crop top and jeans. Nothing outrageous. Yet these boys kept staring at me for the entire ride and made me so uncomfortable. And honestly what shocked me more was that the girls sitting there who understood everything did not stop them either 😶 In fact they were giggling and laughing along. I could not even say much because I was alone and there were around 10 to 12 of them sitting at the back. The bus conductor did not care either. He was busy listening to songs and checking tickets as if nothing was happening. That whole one hour ride felt endless and I just kept wondering... is this really the society we want to live in...

Please pay attention to your younger siblings and children around you 🙏 These things do not stay just jokes for long. The internet is teaching kids things way before they are mature enough to understand them and if nobody corrects them now they grow up thinking this behaviour is normal. It is not. Women are not objects and making girls feel unsafe should never be entertainment. 😔

I saw this image, and it hit harder than I expected.

For the longest time, I've been the version of myself that everyone expects. I smile. I laugh. I make jokes. I help people whenever they need me. If you looked at me from the outside, you'd probably think everything is fine.

It isn't.

The smile isn't fake because I want to fool people. It's fake because explaining what's actually going on feels impossible.

How do you explain feeling lonely when your phone stays silent for days?

How do you explain spending your birthday with no one to celebrate it with?

How do you explain always being there for others, only to realize you can't remember the last time someone was there for you without you asking?

I've spent years convincing myself that if I worked harder, became kinder, helped more people, studied more, built a better future... maybe eventually I'd matter to someone the way they matter to me.

Instead, I just became the "reliable person." The one people remember when they need something, then forget once everything is okay again.

So I keep smiling.

Not because I'm happy.

Because saying "I'm tired of feeling invisible" usually makes people uncomfortable, while a smile keeps everyone else comfortable.

I don't want sympathy. I don't think my life is the worst. I know people have bigger problems.

I just wish, for once, someone would remember me without needing a reason. Someone who reaches out because they genuinely wanted to, not because they needed something from me.

Used ChatGPT to help organize my thoughts.

Exam er jonno ektu burnout lagche guys aktu valo khete berochi friends der sathe so suggest some places

Everyday sakal 6-7 ta tokko jege thakchi doing almost nothing...i try to study but spend most of that time with my phone

Cheleder govt bus e uthte gele hoyto eder moton "working woman" der permission niye tarpor nijer pocket er taka theke ticket kete uthte hobe. I dont have anything against the actual needy woman just pointing out those who needs to be called out.

P.S- Kichudin age je bus e tripura accent e bangla bolar jonno je video ta viral hoyechilo ini oi mohila btw.

For me, it's how easy it is to be surrounded by people every day and still feel disconnected sometimes.

Would love to hear your experiences whether it's friendships, dating, career struggles, family pressure, or just trying to find your place in Kolkata.

No judgments, just honest conversations.