Maayka

[Glimmer]

I didn't leave a house, I lost the right.
Yesterday it was my home
Today they call it my maayka
I had spent my whole life there and today I need someone's permission to visit.
I have become a guest who comes announced and expected to leave....
A few days back this place held my tears,
Laughs, silence and emotions
Now it's just a place
What hurts the most is not that I am leaving but just that I don't belong....

 

[Honey bunch]

I didn't leave a house, I lost the right.
Yesterday it was my home
Today they call it my maayka
I had spent my whole life there and today I need someone's permission to visit.
I have become a guest who comes announced and expected to leave....
A few days back this place held my tears,
Laughs, silence and emotions
Now it's just a place
What hurts the most is not that I am leaving but just that I don't belong....

That’s heavy and painfully real.

You have captured a truth many women carry silently, raw, honest, and not just about leaving a house, but about losing a sense of belonging.
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[Glimmer]

That’s heavy and painfully real.

You have captured a truth many women carry silently, raw, honest, and not just about leaving a house, but about losing a sense of belonging.
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Thank you for reading it so deeply...

 

[Honey bunch]

Thank you for reading it so deeply...

This isn’t just a story dear it’s a shared reality for many women, heavy with unspoken grief.​

 

[Aniketjvuu]

I didn't leave a house, I lost the right.
Yesterday it was my home
Today they call it my maayka
I had spent my whole life there and today I need someone's permission to visit.
I have become a guest who comes announced and expected to leave....
A few days back this place held my tears,
Laughs, silence and emotions
Now it's just a place
What hurts the most is not that I am leaving but just that I don't belong....

This hurts in the quietest, deepest way.
You’ve captured that invisible loss people rarely talk about — not losing a place, but losing belonging. When a home turns into “maayka,” it’s not just a word change, it’s an identity shift. Becoming a guest in a space that once held your entire life is a grief of its own.
Soft, raw, and painfully honest — this deserves to be felt, not just read.

 

[Anshhi]

I didn't leave a house, I lost the right.
Yesterday it was my home
Today they call it my maayka
I had spent my whole life there and today I need someone's permission to visit.
I have become a guest who comes announced and expected to leave....
A few days back this place held my tears,
Laughs, silence and emotions
Now it's just a place
What hurts the most is not that I am leaving but just that I don't belong....

It's a very painful truth! When we have to ask permission to enter our own home, that loneliness hurts more than anything else.

Awesome Intelligence ™​

 

[maturemumbaikar]

What we call maayka isn’t loss, it’s legacy.
Indian tradition teaches us to grow, not stay rooted forever.
A new chapter begins, new responsibilities, new love —
but the old home lives within us.
Leaving doesn’t mean not belonging,
it means carrying two homes in one heart.