Bazmi Zaidi
@bazmizaidi.bsky.social
Chasing peace, not perfection.
Just a simple soul with a few deep thoughts and a love for quiet moments.
Finding beauty in the ordinary.
Just a simple soul with a few deep thoughts and a love for quiet moments.
Finding beauty in the ordinary.
The Ink of Regret
We all err, but some mistakes haunt us forever leaving scars that never fade. I often wish for a 'Reset' button to fix the broken pieces, but life only offers consequences. We must carry the heavy 'what ifs' daily Choose wisely; once the ink of time dries regret is all that remains
We all err, but some mistakes haunt us forever leaving scars that never fade. I often wish for a 'Reset' button to fix the broken pieces, but life only offers consequences. We must carry the heavy 'what ifs' daily Choose wisely; once the ink of time dries regret is all that remains
February 15, 2026 at 5:14 PM
The Ink of Regret
We all err, but some mistakes haunt us forever leaving scars that never fade. I often wish for a 'Reset' button to fix the broken pieces, but life only offers consequences. We must carry the heavy 'what ifs' daily Choose wisely; once the ink of time dries regret is all that remains
We all err, but some mistakes haunt us forever leaving scars that never fade. I often wish for a 'Reset' button to fix the broken pieces, but life only offers consequences. We must carry the heavy 'what ifs' daily Choose wisely; once the ink of time dries regret is all that remains
A dying man whispered to his best friend,
"Please, after I'm gone, delete my entire chat history."
His friend, tearing up, asked,
"But why? Are there secrets you're hiding?"
The man sighed and said,
"No... I just don't want people to see how lonely I was, mostly just talking to myself."
"Please, after I'm gone, delete my entire chat history."
His friend, tearing up, asked,
"But why? Are there secrets you're hiding?"
The man sighed and said,
"No... I just don't want people to see how lonely I was, mostly just talking to myself."
February 15, 2026 at 12:05 PM
A dying man whispered to his best friend,
"Please, after I'm gone, delete my entire chat history."
His friend, tearing up, asked,
"But why? Are there secrets you're hiding?"
The man sighed and said,
"No... I just don't want people to see how lonely I was, mostly just talking to myself."
"Please, after I'm gone, delete my entire chat history."
His friend, tearing up, asked,
"But why? Are there secrets you're hiding?"
The man sighed and said,
"No... I just don't want people to see how lonely I was, mostly just talking to myself."
I’ve started putting my phone away to sit with my elders, and I’ve realized: they are the only books in the world that a library can’t hold. Their stories aren't just memories; they are a masterclass in reality. In a world of 'trending' noise, their presence is the only 'slow living' I truly need.
February 15, 2026 at 10:09 AM
I’ve started putting my phone away to sit with my elders, and I’ve realized: they are the only books in the world that a library can’t hold. Their stories aren't just memories; they are a masterclass in reality. In a world of 'trending' noise, their presence is the only 'slow living' I truly need.