Category: PERSONAL

Overcoming Doomscrolling: Finding Purpose in Your Day

Daily writing prompt
How do you waste the most time every day?

Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

I hope this is a safe place,
but most of my time is wasted doomscrolling,
without even a single thought,
it just feels like there isn’t a purpose,
there is not a single purpose behind life itself…

It just feels like that I try to snatch time,
within all of the limited time that I have left,
within these 24 hours in this day…

Just this day,
I woke up at 4 a bad dream perhaps,
and mindlessly scrolled for around an hour,
scrolling reels,
some of those give me some happiness,
some of them make me sad,
but,
they bring me up,
and throw me down,
to keep me in this vicious cycle,
Of being constantly hooked,
looking at them,
one after another,
until my phone runs out of battery,
Or I drain myself enough…!

The constant need,
of having something playing,
in this ear,
or,
having something to see,
that bombards with some valuable information,
or useless,
that won’t help me ever,
but,
the need,
the unreal need of having something playing,
maybe a comedy skit,
maybe some informative video,
to pass the time,
or just something that fills the emptiness in the room,
making it some noise,
or some tunes playing in the background,
that deter me from thinking anything/everything,
at a certain point of time…

A never-ending rant,
that exists within this mind,
to leave it and pick it up,
making me forget crucial memories,
because I can’t seem to remember them anymore,
like moments in my childhood,
some of them are non-existent,
some of them are blemishing,
some of them are still there but fading,
and some of them come back
after remembering hard enough,
but,
none that is remembered off the top my head…

You’re grateful if you do,
and if you don’t,
in the same boat we all are…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

Another scroll,
another relatable thing,
Even though none of them are,
it just passes my time…

As I stared at the clock,
it stuck 5:30,
it had already been too much,
an hour and thirty minutes,
scrolling…

But,
it’s because there’s a need to replace,
replace all things,
Everything that surrounds,
and this one is the cheapest,
because the price is paid,
not in the form that is visible at present…

A price that is paid,
paid with those forgotten memories,
by replacing those happy and sad times,
with what brings these short bursts of happiness,
becoming an addict to them,
waiting for free time,
or snatching it from regular schedule,
a moment here,
sitting on the can,
or going out for a smoke break,
or going out to eat because you forgot to pack yours,
because of waking up late…

Maybe,
maybe it isn’t so bad after all,
but,
the memories that I forget,
or I’m trying to,
maybe,
just maybe,
it will help,
in eroding the bad ones,
Unaware,
the good ones entangled together are going away with them…

“An Echo Without a Voice“

22/06/2025
Favorite School Lunches: A Taste of Our Past

Daily writing prompt
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

Being a typical Indian kid,
we all carried lunches as soon as we started school,
and that is where we were exposed to experiences,
new things that we didn’t see before,
flavors that were new to the palate,
never ever tried before,
in this life…

So,
what we used to do as kids,
when the recess hit,
we used to gather at a selected seat,
and open our lunches at the same time and whatever each one of us felt appealing we took a bite out of,
and after that,
it was like clockwork,
we used to try a bite or a nibble of food and then took more bites out of the things that we liked…

One of the things that I remember,
that’s very dear to my heart has been Pulao…

It’s a steaming mixture of rice with vegetables of choice in it,
which was my all-time favorite,
all of my friends loved it too,
So,
I barely got a bite,
it was rarely that it was made,
and that too when That lunch box opened,
and I took out a bite,
it was then snatched out of my hand,
like it wasn’t even in my hand to start with,
there were some fights,
some persuasion,
sometimes it was admitting defeat,
sometimes it was a win because they brought something good,
and then someone else used to make them run for their food…

Simple and happy times…

Another one was chickpea stir fry,
My mom used to prepare this in two boxes,
because whenever I used to take this one,
I BARELY got a bite,
I mean BARELY even a single bite got into my mouth..

It was so mouth watering that one of the lunch box used to just disappear,
as soon I told them,
what I brought today,
so,
I used to hide one of the boxes well under my books and told them I only brought one lunch today and they used to feel bad,
telling me that,
I can have their lunch,
but,
it was worth seeing their expression,
as I pulled out another one of them,
from my bag,
hidden from everyone..

Whenever the taste of the Pulao or chickpea stir fry comes to the mind,
all of a sudden,
the memories hit back like a wave hitting the seashore,
again and again,
reliving the days of my childhood,
in an instant,
as a flashback of all the fun we used to have…

To all of the good times spent together,
I hope all of them are doing well and are living a blessed life…

Happy weekend to all those celebrating..

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

21/06/2025

Reliving My First Crush Experience

Daily writing prompt

Write about your first crush.

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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

Let me take you on a journey to my schooling years and my first crush…

A hot summer day,
A new admission she was,
A little while later,
She entered our class,

She didn't just enter in the class,
it was my heart that she came into...

A hot summer day it was...

Fixed seating for girls it was,
As she sat in the middle row,
right next to mine,
greeting everyone around,
and asking their names,
all of them replied with theirs,
as she turned around facing me..

It was magical,
she shined,
her face glistening,
with little specks of sweat,
above her lips,
and her cheeks,
which she cleaned with a handkerchief regularly...

Those eyes,
it felt like I took a fall while sitting in that seat,
her eyes,
bowl of honey,
and in sunlight they turned amber...

A hot summer day it was...

As I spoke my name,
and she repeated it,
within a fraction of a second,
something that I carried for my entire life,
My name,
which wasn't appealing,
sounded mesmerizing from her mouth...

As the Roll call began,
On answering mine,
I just waited,
looking at her,
shyly,
not to disturb her,
or creep her out,
But,
to make her feel at ease....

A hot summer day it was...

As the lectures began,
and she keenly listened to all that was being said,
penning down occasionally,
what she thought was important,
into her notebook,
on seeing from afar,
she wrote in cursive,
and that too fast,
Impressed beyond the skill,
I began,
penning down that the teacher said,
but,
my mind went blank until I looked at her,
how she wrote,
so beautifully she wrote...

A hot,
hot summer day it was...

After a few periods passed,
and it was the time for lunch break,
all of the friends that I had,
came to my desk as we opened up the tiffin,
that we brought,
staring at the group she asked her bench mate,
"What happened...?"

And she just told her to get up,
And move to that seat,
as everyone opened their lunches,
our usual routine,
a face popped within the crowd,
it was "H",
Her bench mate and a good friend of mine,
she asked me what did I bring for lunch today...?

Before she could say anything,
she pushed in and took a bite out of my lunch,
She told me it was delicious,
As she slyly picked up my lunch and took it without anyone noticing but me,
she took a spoonful and shoved it in her mouth,
telling her,
how does it taste...?
Tell me isn't Waakiye's mom the best cook in the world isn't it...?

As she chewed it slowly,
savoring each bite,
as the flavors mixed in her mouth and gulped it down,
her eyes sparked,
it was a common dish that was prepared in every household,
but,
there was something different about this one,
as she took another bite,
and then gave it back to me,
as I raised my hand to take it from her,

Our hands touched briefly,
enough to as she was handing me the box,
a soft and delicate touch,
as she pulled me closer and told me,
they are absolutely delicious...

A hot,
hot summer day it was...

As she opened her lunchbox,
it was just plain jam sandwiches,
as she began eating them in peace while sitting in her seat,
I got up and walked towards her,
Man,
I never get sandwiches when I ask my mom,
Can I get a bite,
as she handed me a diamond shape that was precut,
before making the sandwiches,
as I took a bite and told her,
it was amazing,
as she looked up in hope,
Thinking,
how can something this simple be,
delicious...?
As she looked at my face,
as I enjoyed each and every bite of it...!

You can have lunch with us,
we all share and have what we like from other's tiffin,
as she got up and thanked me,
as I made space for her,
and she began eating with us,
from that day on...

A hot,
hot summer day it was,
And I found someone,
who looked like an Angel in a human form...

As she sat in her seat,
And thanked me for the lunch and the invitation into the group...

OH,
on seventh heaven I was,
As I spent the whole day,
adoring her,
watching her quirks,
as she smiled when our eyes locked...

A hot,
hot summer day it was,
all the while I felt a winter breeze as she looked at me,
The best,
one of the best days it was...

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

19/06/2025

Cherishing My Oldest Daily Companion

Daily writing prompt
What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

I hope the weekend is going well,
and you wake up well rested,
this morning and don’t have the buzz from the last night…

The oldest thing that I own and use…
It will be one of my oldest devices that i still use to this day,
the trusty Samsung S7 edge,
its been used ruggedly ever since it came into my hand,
in the late 2016…

It’s been something that I’ve cherished,
loved and bought with real passion and discussion with those in my surroundings,
and when I got it in my hand,
it felt like I held a cherished treasure,
for which I worked really hard,
(Well not really…),
but,
it was one such passion that I had,
and it was the one thing that was with me,
Everywhere I went,
and whenever I needed it was there for me…

That was the one device where all of this started,
like,
my writing,
all of my beginnings are a part of that device,
where I started all of this from scratch,
and all of it is a journey from nothing to something to whatever I am today…

With that being said,
it’s still with me,
and on it I am playing the tracks that I love through a speaker,
which brings out fresh feelings as this harsh sunny morning curses us…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

After spending night,
with adequate and sleepless,
I found,
my cherished phone to be my partner…

Through thick and thin,
the ups and downs,
welcoming a new member,
And a few of them passing away,
it was always there with me…

The first crush and its addressing of my feelings
the cues that I saved on my phone,
became the helping hand for me,
as I flipped it,
to see what I had to say as my words fumbled…

But,
that same became a helping hand when I was,
When I was all alone,
within this world,
within this mind I was trapped,
without a single clue,
as I prepared a document,
citing my untimely end,
and how it was no-one’s blame,
or everyone’s but mine,
and now when I look at it,
a sensible chuckle stays on this face…

“Crazy times”

15/06/2025
A Cherished Moment: Coffee with My High School Crush

Daily writing prompt
Describe one of your favorite moments.
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

After battling fever,
the intense body pain,
that went up to my head,
and down to my toe,
like a continuous flow of blood,
this day has brought peace,
and with it,
a sense of relief…

SO,
here I am answering,
yet again a prompt,
that forces to think,
think beyond,
time and the world that we live in…

One of my favorite moment,
is reliving the day when I met my first crush after a long time,
like 5 years long time,
when I forgot all about it,
by pushing it in the back of my mind,
and forcing it with responsibilities and problems of the family,
until,
that day…

The day I saw them,
traveling all alone,
with an extreme look of dread and tiredness on their face,
I was boarding the same train going the same direction as they were,
I gently said to them,
“Life has had you by the neck hasn’t it…?”
I already had an excuse planned as I wore an earphone in the right ear,
if they thought,
I was making fun of them,
but,
on seeing me,
those eyes shined up…

They raised their hand,
and asked me,
how I’ve been,
after telling them I’m well,
and on asking if they were doing good..?
they gave me a spin,
does it look like I’m doing well,
A wrinkled white shirt,
which was coming out of their back,
and a face that can only be described,
by intense stress, pain and tiredness…

So,
I asked them,
for a coffee,
because the shop was right next to the platform,
(Delhi residents know what I’m talking about…)
So,
we sat down,
ordering two,
and on asking if they needed something to eat with it,
After I already ordered a brownie slice and two pre-packed cookies,
and as we began discussing things…

Family and their well-being,
the people they’re still connected to,
the work life or its balance,
which I felt was nonexistent,
or something that was new in their life…?

After a while,
our coffees came and we began sipping it,
and then I realized,
The dream that I had,
way back,
like years back,
came true that day…

We are sitting together,
having coffee,
discussing our present and the near future,
thinking all of this was a dream,
I pinched myself on my thigh,
and guess what,
it was a reality,
where we,
my high school crush and I,
were happy,
sitting and having coffee…

And they brought a brownie,
steaming it was,
and with a dollop of French-vanilla ice-cream,
as they remembered,
didn’t you make brownies once we had a project together in a group,
and you brought it with you to a common friend’s place…?

Oh yes,
I do remember,
The taste of it still lingers on my mind,
even though they were not warm,
but,
they were to die for,
I think,
Almost all of us remember the taste,
because it was something that was not popular back then,
but,
like really,
it was something else…

As we began taking a bite,
and finishing the coffee,
telling each other our hardships and good things,
as we got up,
she headed towards the counter to pay for it,
unknown I had already done that,
(just like I used to in school time…)

As we headed out,
Handing her a tissue,
to clean the corner of the lip which had some chocolate from the brownie,
as she took it and began cleaning it,
looking just as beautiful as the day i last saw her in school…

As the train came and we boarded it,
Telling her,
the station I am supposed to get down is just the next one,
and she stays a few stations down the line,
thinking I didn’t have anything to do,
I told her,
I’ll drop her off to her station and catch a returning one…

Shyly she agreed,
as we talked about things we loved,
before we could begin another conversation,
her station was here,
as she pulled me with her hands around my arm,
as the train was about to close,
as we walked down the steps and,
I watched her go,
turning often,
and waving me bye…

After she disappeared from my sight,
I began my journey back home..

One of the most favorite moments that I ever had…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

And,
just like that,
I saw,
A familiar face…

A memory,
a few years that were spent together,
were lived within a few seconds,
in which it was all happenings,
all were her memories…

Some were happy some were sad,
As we relived them once again,
and another dream of mine,
a coffee with her,
without any disturbances…

There were none,
none that would disrupt our peace,
our time,
as we discussed,
tiredness of the whole day,
just whooshing away in thin air,
as we drank our coffee and shared a brownie…

The way back home,
looking into those eyes,
I saw something that was still there,
a memory and a spark that we shared,
unknown to it,
she shared her details,
as she tapped her phone to mine,
and within a moment,
we were connected yet again…

“A Day that felt like a dream”

14/06/2025
Understanding Human Instincts: A Day of Reflection

Daily writing prompt
What notable things happened today?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

Well,
there is nothing notable about today,
because I’m writing this as fever spikes yet again,
and,
my whole body feels like it’s been wringed out like a wet cloth,
to remove excess water…

All in,
I’m spending another day at home,
feeling extremely tired,
incapable of moving,
but,
here I am writing this at 11:25 am,
on a hot day of June,
and its 13th and a Friday…

The most notable thing that happened today was a conversation,
with my mom,
as She sat with me and brought me the morning coffee,
(For which I’m forever grateful…)

This wasn’t the usual conversation,
like how I was feeling,
or,
is there something that I needed,
but,
we were discussing a scenario…

“How,
all of us are hardwired to have the instinct,
when we are supposed to be fed as a kid,
(mother’s milk),
and the science that goes behind it,
and after that,
the conversation shifted to Procreation…

“How it is a natural instinct,”
even when someone is physically disabled or not mentally sane,
they still have a wish,
a yearning to be held,
touched,
caressed,
and their feelings met,
and to portray them in a way that’s appealing to your s/o,
or someone you’re seeing…

And somewhere along the lines the conversation went downhill,
it shifted to how,
when those needs aren’t met,
they’re replaced by violent tendencies,
where we see,
woman/girls being 🍇,
just because they saw someone walking along,
which seemed an easy target…

But,
I interjected,
that all of the focus and blame has been shifted to the wrong gender ;
How,
all of it happens when we tell the female gender to cover themselves up,
from head to toe,
and even after that,
they become victims,
so
we are clearly blaming and correcting the wrong gender,
when a push and an effort is needed to make the change in the mindset of men,
and when that happens,
we can start to see a change in the environment that,
has been corrupted so much.

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

A cup of coffee,
and discussions beyond,
beyond the grasp of timid mindsets,
where a mother makes a change,
to introduce to the child,
a concept that’s widespread yet wrongly understood…

Over the cup of coffee,
we discussed,
the faults within,
a need to reform the mindset,
and from that,
we find,
the original source of fault…

“Coddling those,
whose actions were to be punished…”
but,
without a clue,
the entire blame was shifted,
to her clothes,
to her advances,
to her ignoring
things that happened in the surroundings,
and when,
something horrible happened,
all of its happening,
the stalking to,
her rejecting,
to his taking it on his image,
to doing the worst thing possible…

“All of it,
Becomes her fault…”

13/06/2025
Why Writing and Gaming Define My Passion

Daily writing prompt
What are you passionate about?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

Well,
I am not,
recovering from a fever that went down last night,
and flared back up this morning,
and this afternoon after waking as the power went off..
THRICE,
In a matter of couple hours,
sweating myself off,
and now,
its 2:33 as I’m writing this one,
still feeling sleepy,
and waiting for light to come back on,
so,
I can upload this one in peace…

And now,
the things that I’m passionate about…

Have you ever seen someone,
do something that they’re passionate about,
they don’t,
They cannot give a single thought about who or what they’re surrounded by,
it would be a chest full of treasure,
and they won’t bat an eye…

That is something called as being passionate..

Well,
the only thing that I’m more passionate about after this writing is Gaming…

Do you believe when you see a full gown adult,
following gaming as his passion,
it seems cringe to many from all walks of life..

I’ve seen people call me crazy and tell me,
I’m just wasting my money when I save for something like an upgrade of a part,
or simply save to buy a game that will be coming out soon,
but,
when people see this,
hear about this,
all they imagine is a child,
whose clicking clacking at the remote or the keys of the keyboard…

But,
all of this comes after writing,
all things,
people and their conversations too,
are put on hold,
once I’m writing something,
or planning to write something,
no matter how simple or trivial it may sound,
when I sit down to write its,
me with mu notes app or a pen and pad that stays with me,
all alone,
and with that,
I can actually be my true and real self…

My two passions,
writing and gaming…

(Well most of the time is spend saving for the second one,
but,
all’s good that brings me peace,
from within…
Ain’t it…?)

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍
(Won’t be making poems for the time being as they require my full attention and light just came on,
and I’m feeling sleepy yet again..)

Thanks for tuning in..

🤍🤍🤍

12/06/2025
The Power of Personal Taglines in Everyday Life

Daily writing prompt
If humans had taglines, what would yours be?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

Another day,
another great prompt if you ask me,
if us humans,
each and every one of us had their own tagline,
a catchy phrase,
or something indicating the type of person they are,
or the type of work they do,
which would easily cut down a lot of unnecessary conversations,
or a part thereof..

Imagine,
if you were in need of a lawyer,
and on introduction in an informal setting,
they said their tagline,
like,

“A proficient lawyer,
and an attorney with 25 years of experience,
tracing the footsteps of (their parent’s business),
and taking real pride in their work…”

Doesn’t this make things much simple,
like you know what you want and what are you looking for,
with a simple introduction that starts with a tagline,
and you already know if you want to continue the conversation or not….

But,
there has to be some strict laws that are guiding them,
imagine someone forging their data or information,
(A much real possibility.)
just for securing a deal or a job and after that fleeing the scene without a trace,
which in fact nullifies all of the effort and dependence on this tagline system….

If you were to ask a normal person about this,
they would for sure be expressive of their feelings,
and within it,
in plain sight where their professional skills would be told in an easy-to-understand way;
But,
if they were seeking companionship,
they would add things that might be common like their interests like birdwatching or going on hikes,
or dog walking or something like keeping a garden,
which would signify that he takes care of his surroundings and loves animals and such,
making them a viable candidate…

Again,
we’d have to be careful,
that someone doesn’t come up with things that they can’t do,
and they added it just to make themselves sound better and get what ulterior motives they had…

NOW,
What would be my tagline you ask…?

“A hardworking person,
who tries to fit themselves into places that are new and difficult,
just to expose and gain enough skills to be a better person,
A writer too,
who writes without boundaries and seeks new experiences,
to be a better storyteller to his kids and grandkids as he ages like fine Wine,
coming from a business family,
and importance of learning things from scratch makes them always open for new innovation,
and skills that can be honed and refined further…”

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

A table full of people,
waiting for someone’s arrival,
a person of character for whom they gathered there,
much more valuable his time was than theirs…

As they ordered some entrees,
a few drinks on the table,
slowly everyone’s taglines escaped their mouths,
a business owner,
a housewife,
a diligent employee,
a secretary,
and a newly appointed receptionist,
and in the background,
a newly married couple,
sharing the same last name,
sobbing she was as he consoled her…

As he watched from the corner,
waiting for things to settle down,
as his phone rang,
on hearing the news,
he went silent,
a single beep continued as he heard the news…

We couldn’t save the people in the vehicle,
a drunk driver whose tagline said,
“An addict who was clean from the past 5 years…”
was in fact drunk and ran a red light
crashing into the car in which his wife and kid were,
killing them on the spot…

The girl on being a friend of the nurse in the hospital,
which their lifeless body came in,
and confirming her,
of the worst fears…

As he got up to approach them,
they climbed into their vehicles,
and drove to the hospital,
unknown to the happening,
he sat there,
as he recognized,
a similar car,
a similar number plate and a similar bumper sticker,
before they flashed a photo,
with him and his wife and a child merely 7,
his whole world uprooted,
as the tires screeched and in the parking lot of hospital he was,
where they saw the remainder of his family surrounded by news reporters,
as he slid past them,
he saw,
on the gurney,
bruised up,
scratched and heavily injured body of his wife,
and on the other,
a crushed one,
from the direct impact,
on the passenger’s side,
A small,
little one,
his little one,
laughing and playing with his toys hours before…

As he screamed silently,
curling up in a ball,
unknown to how he would face,
face this world ever again…

“A fault in the system…”

09/06/2025
Tools of Expression: My Writing Essentials

Daily writing prompt
Who do you spend the most time with?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

There are a few things that I love,
and most of them are those which help me in living this life,
or easing it in some way…

Those things are my phone,
my precious laptop,
and the bundle of pen and pad with a book that is bound with it…

If it weren’t for my phone,
I wouldn’t be able to reach you ever,
or these thoughts of mine,
you can call it a dependence,
but,
this sort of relation where the only thing that’s closer to me,
is my phone,
I mean there are people too,
but,
that becomes secondary as soon as things start to go wrong,
and I’m left all alone to fight battles that are mine,
(Which I was supposed to from the very beginning..),
so,
I usually have a phone,
though which I can reach those,
and those who want to reach me can conveniently,
drop a message,
or a call,
and we can fix a meetup or talk things over,
if the latter isn’t possible,
we can talk on call…

A laptop that I bought for self because of reasons that will sound trivial,
so,
let’s leave it at that,
the most I use and spend time with is early in the morning,
or,
late at night,
it has seen me at the most vulnerable,
and also,
when I was the numbest,
feeling nothing at all,
laying there just like a deceased,
and wishing for a connection,
until I found many…

The story of pen and pad,
goes way beyond time,
When all of this was a dream,
and wishing to be someone like this,
a writer who is seen scribbling,
penning down some thought,
or being their usual self,
just because there was a want to be heard,
not actually dreaming of being famous,
but,
a dream of having a way with words in which one can easily,
and gently portray what goes on within this mind,
that someone might find appealing,
or might get help by reading it,
(of some sorts maybe its peace or satisfaction),
because delivering what seems to be a thought and exploring requires,
some collection,
some recollection,
where the pen and pad come in handy,
penning down how and what I feel,
when I feel…

There are few people who are close to me,
and their well-being and thriving is really important to me,
so,
I try to be,
some or any sort of help I can be,
until they’re willing to make an effort themselves…

Cheers 🥂 (Happy weekend)

Love Waakiye 🤍

Often,
I’ve sat down,
With a mission,
and things that I keep on me,
with me,
Sitting neatly,
in front of me,
waiting to be utilized…

As soon as my phone pings,
it’s time to work on the prompt,
This body automatically goes into action,
Thinking,
sometimes acting on impulse,
watching a beautiful story pop into existence,
a reality that exists come into words,
words that are shared to you,
all of this world too…

As I close this,
or think of,
a medley of words still spins in this mind,
much of which hits the phone,
to be explored,
explored later…

“A Continuous happening”

07/06/2025
Crafting the Perfect Chocolate Bar: A Caffeine Dream

Daily writing prompt
Describe your dream chocolate bar.
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

A genuine question,
what’s up with today’s prompt,
dream chocolate bar…?

I was wondering if today’s prompt would be something that would push me in a direction to think that isn’t conventional,
and would enlighten me or this little mind of mine,
but no,
Waakiye
What’s your dream chocolate….?

But,
this comes as a breather of sorts,
because,
dreaming of food and coming up with creations different than what goes on,
regularly is a challenge of sort too,
because there are so many ways to create a dish,
so being creative becomes something of a mandate,
where your survival isn’t possible without something that is visually appealing,
along with the taste,
how it hits the palate…

Now comes the dream bar,
I am a coffee addict,
So,
if coffee or in a broader term caffeine was a part of a chocolate it’d be the best,
but plain coffee in chocolate wouldn’t suffice,
we’d have to cut the acidity too wouldn’t we..?

So,
to balance that we can add milk chocolate cookie crumble
to give a sort of texture,
we also would have to consider the filling that would be a part of it,
we can use coffee cream in the form of a mousse or something like a coffee liqueur base,
which would give the much-needed kick,
and surrounded by it would be a mix of dark and milk chocolate,
(Upping the content of dark chocolate to give support and stability needed to support the weight of the contents inside…)

With that I’ve become a master (Of sorts) in this craft,
One chocolate bar at a time…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

That’s how I think it feels,
all alone in a room,
filled with light that has an origin,
thinner than a split,
though which we can barely get a glimpse…

As the light travels,
and hits what seems to be like a plate,
and a half visible body of a person trapped within the seams,
looking at the source of light,
not being able to see,
the actual origin…

As he stares at the food,
A bun,
and a couple of donuts holes,
It seems,
he’s tired,
greatly tired of eating them as he avoids looking at them,
questioning its origin;
as he continues to stare at the source of light,
without even a single clue,
he stares into nothingness,
yet again…

“A sufferer’s plight”

05/06/2025