Welcome to Sharon’s Read and Reflect — a cozy corner for curious minds and wandering thoughts! ✨ I’m Sharon Clara Fernandes, someone who believes reading adds wings to the mind and writing gives it a voice. 📚 Here, I pour my thoughts, a dash of humor, and a sprinkle of reflection into every piece I write. The more we read, the more we grow — and I’m learning right along with you! So grab a cup of coffee, sit back, and let’s journey through words together. ☕💭
They never taught us this in school,How to be kind and still be whole.So we gave, and gave, and gave again,Calling exhaustion “love” in disguise.Boundaries aren’t walls made out of fear,They are windows we open with care.Curtains drawn when the noise is loud,Space to breathe without guilt or doubt.A kind heart without limits bleeds,Not loudly—slowly,... Continue Reading →
If generations were rooms in a house, the Silent Generation would be sitting quietly by the window, observing everything without commentary. Baby Boomers would be in the living room, guarding the remote like ancestral property. Gen Z and Gen Alpha would be upstairs, live-streaming life, questioning reality, and asking why the Wi-Fi has emotions. And... Continue Reading →
Your brain is dramatic. Not full-blown Bollywood climax dramatic—but definitely the kind that turns a small problem into a background score, slow motion scene, and inner monologue all at once.Stress, for the brain, is not an emergency. It is an invitation to overreact… just in case.When stress knocks, the brain doesn’t ask, “Is this serious?”It... Continue Reading →
Overthinking is not thinking deeply.It is thinking repeatedly, like reheating yesterday’s tea again and again, hoping it will somehow taste better this time.Psychologically speaking, overthinking is the brain’s attempt to protect us. Your mind believes that if it keeps running scenarios—What if I said the wrong thing? What if tomorrow goes wrong? What if I... Continue Reading →
Trauma is a strange kind of editor. It doesn’t use red ink or loud corrections. It writes quietly, in invisible ink, revising our reactions, preferences, and pauses—long before we realize we’ve been edited at all.Trauma doesn’t always arrive like a thunderstorm. Sometimes it slips in like a dripping tap: a harsh word repeated too often,... Continue Reading →
If happiness had a lab report, it would probably start with: “Observation: Humans chase happiness like kids chase ice cream trucks.” But the science of happiness isn’t about chasing anything—it’s about understanding how joy is wired into our brains, habits, and tiny everyday choices.Scientists say happiness is 50% genetic, 10% circumstance, and 40% what we... Continue Reading →
Every New Year arrives like a fresh notebook—clean pages, crisp corners, and that irresistible smell of possibility. We promise ourselves new habits, new versions, new miracles. Somewhere between the fireworks and the forgotten resolutions, we whisper, “This year will be different.”And it will be.But let’s not pretend we teleported here.We didn’t wake up on January... Continue Reading →
Some days, happiness doesn’t leave the house.It sits on the sofa, scrolling through memories, wearing yesterday’s pyjamas, and refusing to make eye contact with motivation.Feeling depressed doesn’t always look dramatic. Sometimes it looks like silence, tired smiles, unfinished to-do lists, and a heart saying, “I’m fine,” when it isn’t.The good news?You don’t need a personality... Continue Reading →
The New Year arrives every time wearing the same shiny outfit — fireworks, fresh calendars, and a long list of very ambitious resolutions.By January 2nd, that list often looks at us like, “So… are we doing this or pretending we never met?” 😄We don’t fail because we lack discipline.We fail because we try to leap... Continue Reading →
Yesterday morning, my child stood in front of the cupboard like a confused fashion designer at Paris Fashion Week. One sock was blue. The other had dinosaurs. The T-shirt clearly did not match either. I opened my mouth to say, “No, no, no,” but then I remembered something important—I wasn’t raising a mannequin. I was... Continue Reading →
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