nawab sagar
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hi im nawab sagar a versatile writer who enjoys exploring all kinds of topics. I don’t stick to one niche—I believe every subject has a story worth telling.
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The Second First Time
It had been years since I stepped into the ocean. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I was afraid. Somewhere between growing older and growing cautious, I’d convinced myself that salt water had become foreign to my skin. I told myself it wasn’t the same, that I wasn’t the same.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Poets
When Your Mind Says No
Let’s be real—studying when you feel tired or lazy is one of the hardest things in the world. Your books are open, but your brain’s closed. You feel guilty, frustrated, and stuck. And yet, you know you want to succeed. You want to show up for yourself. You want to grow.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Motivation
The Harsh Truth of Life
There comes a time in every person’s life when the world no longer feels like a promise, but a test. That moment creeps in quietly—through heartbreak, disappointment, a late-night breakdown, or a stretch of silence that screams louder than words. It’s in those moments that we begin to understand something that no school, no childhood dream, and no textbook ever truly prepared us for: life isn’t fair. And it was never supposed to be.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Motivation
10 Best Advice for 20-Year-Old Boys
When I turned 30, I found myself sitting alone in a coffee shop, watching a young guy across the room nervously tap his fingers on a resume folder. He looked about 20—sharp haircut, awkward confidence, trying hard to look grown-up in a world that still felt too big.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Motivation
The Closet Door. Content Warning.
When I was little, I used to cry myself to sleep. My mom said it was just a phase, that I was too sensitive, and that the other kids would grow out of their meanness. But their words stuck to me like gum under a school desk—chewed up and forgotten, but still there.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Horror
Where the Night Forgot Her Name
She never intended to leave. Not really. Mara had folded the laundry, fed the cat, and even left the porch light on. Her husband, Darren, was still at work—or so he said—and the house was quieter than she liked. In the stillness, her thoughts got too loud. The wine glass beside her had been refilled twice already, and the hum of the refrigerator was the only sound she could cling to.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Fiction
The Present Tense of Joy
Mira sat by the window, her fingers wrapped around a warm mug of coffee, watching rain bead across the glass. She wasn’t really seeing it—her eyes were focused outward, but her mind was busy reliving old conversations, past mistakes, and moments she wished she could erase or rewrite.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Poets
The Boy Who Wore Shadows
He wore the same shoes for four years. The rubber soles had long given up. Rain seeped through like a memory that refused to fade, cold and persistent. His name was Kairo, and he lived in a tin-roofed shack at the edge of a village the maps had long forgotten.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Motivation
Life Lessons I Learned from Growing Up Broke
There’s a strange strength you develop when you grow up broke. Not the kind of strength that shows in your muscles or your posture, but a quiet, durable kind. A strength made of skipped meals, shared clothes, power outages, and learning how to make magic out of not enough.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Confessions
