Unknown Mind: Zaiyen’s Diary

  A Raw Chapter from My Master's Degree Life and My Fight for Self-Worth After completing my undergraduate degree at the age of 20, I carried more than just a B grade — I carried mental scars . I had gone through years of public judgment, inner struggles, and trauma from daily bullying, especially on buses and in classrooms. Because of all that, I took a two-year break before continuing my education. I needed time to breathe. To heal. To understand what I really wanted. People thought I dropped out. That I was done. But they didn’t know — I was only just beginning. 🎓 The Master's Journey — A Life of Experience, Not Just Books When I finally stepped into my postgraduate college , I was around 21. That phase of life was different. I had faced the world , stood up for my dignity before, and word had spread. Many students already knew about me — about the guy who punched back on a bus when mocked, about the one who stood strong despite being judged. Because of that, no one dare...

 A True Story of Hurt, Silence, and Finally Rising Up for My Own Rights

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary   🗓️ Part 20: The Diary Is Now Yours   ✍️ Final Entry by Zaiyen So this is where it ends… Or begins. I’m no longer trapped in the story.   I’m beyond it.   But the diary… it didn’t disappear.   It passed on. To you. Yes — **you**, reading this. --- This isn’t just my diary anymore.   It’s alive.   It finds those who are close to the edge.   The ones who feel like their dreams   are warnings. The ones who think their thoughts   aren’t their own. The ones who whisper things they’ve never heard —   but always knew. If you're reading this far…   you’ve already been chosen. --- The final page turned itself today. And it didn’t show words. It showed **your face**. A future version of you —   writing your story   with trembling hands and burning truth. --- Because here’s the twist   you never saw...

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary   🗓️ Part 19: The Truth I Choose   ✍️ By Zaiyen The room wasn’t a room anymore.   It felt like a **dimension made of pages**.   Floating memories.   Unwritten futures.   Flickering pieces of timelines   that never fully existed…   until now. And in front of me,   the Third Diary glowed.   Alive. A choice pulsed on its final page: > “Choose the truth you want to live.   > Only one will remain.   > The rest will be erased — including you.” --- I looked at Ameya. She wasn’t herself anymore.   Or maybe… she was something **more**. The Author was inside her,   or maybe she *was* the Author all along. > “Write the ending, Zaiyen,” she said.   > “Before someone else writes it for you.” But I was scared.   What if I chose wrong? What if choosing a reality   means...

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary   🗓️ Part 18: The Author Is Awake   ✍️ By Zaiyen We thought we were alone. Just two people   living twisted versions of the same life. But the moment we wrote together —   the diary changed. The walls around us started bleeding ink.   Lines from the past,   future,   and impossible memories poured across the floor. And in the center…   a **third diary** appeared. Untouched.   Unwritten. Except for one line: > “I created you.” --- We opened it — cautiously. It didn’t tell stories.   It gave **commands**. > “Zaiyen, forget your fear.”   > “Ameya, remember what you erased.”   >   > “Your world was never yours.   > You were characters   > who tried to become real.” We weren’t reading stories anymore.   We *were* the story. --- Ameya began to cry.   Not ...

 📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary   🗓️ Part 17: One Diary, Two Realities   ✍️ By Zaiyen Ameya and I sat in silence —   two strangers connected by something we didn’t write. We both had pieces of a diary.   Same stories.   Same handwriting. But some pages… were **different**. In her version, my sister never disappeared.   In mine, her father never died. Both versions true.   Both memories real —   but in **different timelines**. --- We laid the diaries side by side. Same entry.   Different outcomes. > Me: “I saw the shadow figure in the hallway.”   >   > Ameya: “There was no shadow. There was *me* standing there, calling your name.” What is this? Not a dream.   Not a lie. But **two layers of reality** merging   because someone — or something —   is trying to connect us. --- And then the page turned by itself. Both diaries....