Category: Reflections

  • Embracing Self-Discovery: My Favorite Qualities

    Embracing Self-Discovery: My Favorite Qualities

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Well,
    on looking at it,
    the things that make me,
    who I am,
    None,
    not even a single one of them are my favorite…

    I do,
    whatever I have to,
    they’re guided by some motive,
    an ulterior one,
    through which,
    ultimately I will stand to gain something from,
    maybe an interaction,
    a call asking for help,
    A lonely person as I pass them on the road,
    I ask them if they’re okay?,
    if they need some help,
    they need me to take them somewhere,
    or they’re running late to something…

    Only because they might open up to me,
    find me to be their comfort zone,
    find themselves to be open enough to tell me,
    talk to me about their vulnerabilities,
    or how,
    who they are the way they are,
    and when they do that,
    give me a piece of themselves to keep,
    as a namesake or ,
    something that they shaved off themselves,
    when things were going out of their hands,
    maybe,
    and just maybe,
    I swooped in at the right time,
    at the right place and carried them to safety…

    Maybe my interaction sounded forced,
    it sounded like I wanted you to expose yourself,
    expose yourself to a total stranger,
    without worrying about how this could be used against you,
    but,
    if you did,
    you reached your destination,
    a tad bit early,
    because I drove fast,
    and as I asked you,
    what was bugging you…?

    And,
    many chose not to answer,
    and the few those who answered,
    we talked and those few minutes of conversation felt like an hour…

    As I was told,
    Oppressed you were,
    misunderstood too,
    and how the world only saw what was there to see,
    from their own perspective,
    But,
    none from what the sufferer going through,
    and maybe if someone didn’t come in early,
    maybe it would have been the end of them…!?

    As the road came to a four-way intersection,
    with traffic lights,
    and I everything came to a standstill,
    but,
    the sounds of exhausts blaring,
    the passing of vehicles as their lights turned green,
    and,
    the awkward wait,
    as I asked them,
    “What is you were never born,
    would things be different then…?”

    As soon as those words left this mouth,
    and a sense of panic was in the air,
    coming to the realization that I was a total,
    and an absolute stranger,
    who apparently had nothing to lose,
    and gain G0d knows what…?

    As the lights turned green,
    and took a turn to the route they told me to take,
    as I stared at them,
    through my peripherals,
    on arriving there,
    a few minutes later,
    these were the words they were left with…

    You know how,
    the world feels small,
    when things come crashing in,
    it focuses into a point,
    somewhere in the body,
    and you try to find it,
    incapable each and every time,
    But,
    maybe,
    it’s good that we aren’t capable of,
    maybe,
    the shift in its place each and every time.
    helps us to stay sane,
    because what if we could take it out,
    and never fear anything ever again;
    “What if there was no fear whatsoever…?”

    Would this world be worth living,
    if it had no fear…?

    What if I would have screamed at that very instant you asked me that question?

    What if,
    instead of staying quiet;

    I would have answered,
    and answered something,
    that you didn’t expect,
    Would we ever be the same,
    Either of us…?

    Any of us…?

    Maybe that was fear,
    or the disguise in itself as she walked away,
    as a black cat followed her,
    into a street that had no streetlight,
    as I turned and shined the headlights and finding the street closed shut,
    by a gate that had a lock with a lot of dust on it,
    seeming it wasn’t moved in a long time…

    Maybe,
    and just maybe,
    that question,
    which throws people off,
    threw her off,
    and when I keenly listened like no-one did,
    she did find someone’s life worth to be spared,
    one of the most favorite things about myself…

    “I tried to figure something,
    well,
    something about her,
    something about myself too,
    until,
    I found out what,
    Or,
    where those answers came from…”

    A lifetime,
    wasn’t enough for those,
    I thought,
    As I drove back home,
    in a calm and easy manner,
    like his was the usual,
    an unusually usual routine…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • The True Value of Retirement: Family and Fulfillment

    The True Value of Retirement: Family and Fulfillment

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you want to retire?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    I hope this new week,
    that all of you started is blessed with positivism,
    and a learning experience that helps you develop,
    (In a positive direction…)

    Also,
    today’s prompt,
    comes at a time when all,
    literally all of us think about it almost all of the time,
    also, for those who brought us into the world,
    our parents who also deserve much needed retirement and peace,
    in their ever-running life…

    Well,
    there are many who have a dream of having a buttload of money,
    and with that having all of the riches,
    all of the things needed in this life,
    waiting for your disposal,
    but,
    of what is the worth those things,
    which only come in your life after all you have done is struggle all your life,
    spending time away from your loved ones,
    in order to spend the last few with them…?

    Instead,
    I’d rather have a house that has a family,
    my family in which there are people who I can call mine,
    my children and their children,
    and we live in a big house all together..

    In the evening as I return to the home,
    I am wished by my grandkids,
    and their happy faces which make my day much better,
    as my children and their s/o’s return from their place of work,
    I’m there present at home,
    and wait their return…

    All of us,
    have dinner,
    as we are sitting,
    on a table that is big enough for our family and the Grandkids too,
    as and we are done with the dinner,
    we go out and take a walk in out garden Infront of our house,
    as I am in the arms of my beloved,
    as I stare into her eyes,
    and the moon,
    as we sit on the bench when we feel a bit tired,
    and the walk home as we are surrounded by the kids that call us Daadi and dada( Grandma and grandpa)…

    Isn’t that one of the life’s best treasures…?

    Having a home full of people,
    waiting for your return,
    instead of earning everything fast and crashing hard early,
    but,
    building a life that is enjoyable even till the very end…?

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    With a wish,
    that originated from deep within,
    A dream to exist,
    exist to see the faces of those,
    who will call us,
    Call us their grandparents…

    As we progress,
    go beyond ages,
    And from that we learn,
    learn the meaning,
    As we look at happy faces that shine,
    shine when they see their grandkids…

    All of the worries,
    All of the pain,
    Appears to subside,
    vanish into thin air,
    as soon as they are seen,
    or their happy faces are remembered,
    and their sweet laughter comes to these ears…

    A wish,
    a wish it seems to be,
    Making this life,
    this sad miserable life worth surviving…

    “A life worth living…”

  • Cherishing My Oldest Daily Companion

    Cherishing My Oldest Daily Companion

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

    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”
  • Seasons of Change: Embracing Life’s Phases

    Seasons of Change: Embracing Life’s Phases

    Daily writing prompt
    What is your favorite season of year? Why?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    A little late I’m starting to write the prompt of the day,
    because of the fever that I got last evening,
    but,
    everything happens for a reason doesn’t it…?

    Do you remember being a child,
    and having summer vacations,
    there was nothing better than that ever,
    you were free (well technically),
    from studies,
    you used to visit places of relatives,
    have planned outings,
    and very much enjoyed the life,
    but,
    as soon as you got out of school,
    you started to work or went to start jobs,
    they became the polar opposite…?

    Summer season was the favorite when we were a child…

    As we start our college,
    and we find company that is there to stay forever,
    we attend lectures bunk many of them,
    and find love in each other’s company,
    and within all this we find someone who makes us complete,
    for whom we think of spending this life,
    the whole life,
    and when we go out during winter break,
    to blow off steam during the calm winters to the hills,
    we find a different version of self,
    where we act as adults,
    drinking,
    being a version of self-that’s new,
    even to us,
    we find peace and embrace this,
    all of this,
    and when we witness this,
    it makes us feel the snowy winters are the best,
    as those were spent with a company that is never forgotten,
    and those late-night conversations with glass half full,
    with memories in each sip…

    Those cold winter mornings were your favorite,
    when you became a new adult…

    As we age,
    seasons change,
    and we find things that we love and hate,
    but all of this happens,
    only when growth takes place,
    when we grow from a place,
    from here to there to where we belong,
    and to a place that waits for our arrival…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Exploring Luxuries: Perspectives and Realities

    Exploring Luxuries: Perspectives and Realities

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?

    Hi…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    A luxury I can’t live without,
    Hmm,
    it really got me thinking,
    what are the luxuries that I own and use on a daily basis…

    Then the question comes,
    what are the things that you consider luxuries,
    do you consider a car or a bike to be luxury,
    or do you consider a laptop or a phone to be a luxury,
    do you consider the roof over your head to be a luxury or
    you consider all of the above things that are basic of the basic things…?

    Where I’m from,
    having a roof over your head is a luxury,
    but,
    having a car or a bike isn’t;

    having a laptop or a phone isn’t a luxury,
    but,
    having enough money to eat daily is a luxury…

    What do you think the division of power is?
    when one side is dying to barely afford 3 meals,
    and the other generate many times as waste,

    One side doesn’t get even the basic of necessities,
    like water and a place to bath and relieve themselves,
    but,
    The other has all of these things readily available at their disposal,
    whenever they want to;

    This type of thinking that sees a stark difference and is willing to make an observation,
    and an effort to expose those who oppress and keep them in conditions similar,
    even after working many times compared to others,

    This becomes a luxury in my case,
    As I see and try to make an effort to those who suffer unnecessarily,
    by helping them,
    those who want to be helped,
    and show a genuine need and want to be helped,
    to be pulled out of this cycle that their generations were trapped in…

    A luxury that comes when a silent observant being,
    sees and processes things differently,
    when others,
    they just go and lower their head or avert their eyes to not see,
    all the wrong that goes on…

    MAYBE YOUR LUXURY AND MY LUXURY DIFFERS VASTLY,
    AND THAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US…!?

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A wish,
    in hope a child,
    from a family that isn’t well off,
    imagines…;

    A room,
    an entire room full of toys,
    as he stares into a passerby’s home,
    a family that is loving and caring,
    he imagines,
    Is all of this his fault…?

    Is this his fault,
    being born,
    born in a family that works so hard,
    yet,
    earns so little,
    is this his fault…?

    Is this dream of a room,
    a room as big as his house,
    in which four others live,
    is this his fault…?

    As he sees the crib,
    in which the child probably sleeps,
    as big as the broken and unkempt TV stand that we have,
    which doesn’t even cover a third of the room,
    Is all of this my fault…?

    Being born in a family that’s ridden with debt,
    a child,
    another one,
    that they brought into this world,
    to curse,
    to push into something,
    that isn’t even remotely as close as living good,
    where diseases are widespread and making past 10 is a blessing,
    is,
    is being born,
    being born in these conditions,
    in this situation,
    my fault…?

    “A blame no-one will take…”
  • The Power of Personal Taglines in Everyday Life

    The Power of Personal Taglines in Everyday Life

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

    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…”
  • Essentials for a Fulfilling Life: Beyond Money

    Essentials for a Fulfilling Life: Beyond Money

    Daily writing prompt
    What are the most important things needed to live a good life?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    If you don’t have an Indian origin,
    you must have never heard of this phrase,
    “Roti,kapda aur makaan..”
    this directly translated to having the basic necessities required to survive,
    “Beard, Clothing, and shelter…”

    A time like this where I’ve seen people survive with a single wish,
    to provide them with these three things,
    3 square meals a day,
    Some cloth to cover their bodies,
    and to have a roof over their heads…

    But sadly,
    many aren’t able to afford the basic necessities too,
    which makes each and every day a barely surviving one,
    much harder if there are dependents who need your aid and support…

    For me,
    the most important thing is money,
    many a people spend their lives chasing it,
    but aren’t able to take even a single rupee with themselves…

    If I have money,
    and can afford all of the necessities,
    and much more beyond it,
    what more is needed…?

    I mean you must have heard,
    that money isn’t the most important thing,
    but everything has its worth that can be purchased,
    a person’s closure,
    good food to eat,
    a night out to remember,
    taking shots at the bar,
    gifting the entire cooking staff with beer bottles,
    or having someone who spends night and goes away on their own in the morning,
    but,
    the thing is,
    you see someone earning money,
    and good amount of it,
    and automatically its assumed they are alone,
    all alone with the money they earn…

    Until it’s seen from a perspective,
    from the one earning it,
    and the absolute necessity it strives from,
    BECAUSE THOSE DAYS HAUNT WHEN EVEN THOSE THREE WEREN’T THERE…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Tools of Expression: My Writing Essentials

    Tools of Expression: My Writing Essentials

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

    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”
  • Crafting the Perfect Chocolate Bar: A Caffeine Dream

    Crafting the Perfect Chocolate Bar: A Caffeine Dream

    Daily writing prompt
    Describe your dream chocolate bar.

    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”

  • Remembering Childhood Books: A Journey Back

    Remembering Childhood Books: A Journey Back

    Daily writing prompt
    Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?

    Hey..

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Today’s prompt sparked a whole range of emotions,
    forcing me to go back to think about,
    and relive my childhood…

    But,
    sadly,
    I only remember little bits and pieces,
    there isn’t much that i remember,
    due to the general stresses and exceeding workload that I’ve got on,
    these past couple of years,
    causing me to run almost blank when it’s time to remember,
    my childhood…

    But,
    I do remember the books that I read,
    many of them were picture ones,
    but,
    the one I remember greatly was,
    The Panchtantra

    It was a picture book that my mother used to recite me,
    when I was a kid,
    I distantly remember staring at that face,
    that face,
    from which those beautiful stories I heard,
    and I probably laughed at…

    I was the happiest when those days were going on
    carefree without any worries,
    hearing those stories and
    looking at those pictures within the books,
    of many animals from the animal kingdom…

    The Panchtantra had animal stories with Sanskrit origin,
    roots of which could be traced back,
    they were based on imparting kids with a sense of morality,
    and wisdom that comes with age,
    by exposing them to us at an early age,
    which helped us to form a sense of right and wrong early on in life…

    The main focus was to show intelligence and dependence on having a sense of self and belief in oneself,
    another story focused on trust and loyalty,
    another one focused on having intelligence over brute force…

    One such example is that of lion and a rabbit,
    Where one time it was decided that the lion won’t hunt any animal but the animal would come by itself and get eaten by the lion,
    one day it was the turn of a rabbit,
    and he was scared for his life,
    so he passed by a well and got an idea;
    on arriving late,
    lion was mad at him,
    and he told the lion that another lion stopped him by the well,
    as he went to the well and found another one at the bottom(I.e. his reflection),
    after much consideration and two and fro,
    he jumped into the well,
    killing the lion that very instant…

    Here,
    we learn that brute force can be overcome by intelligence;
    there were many such stories among the same line with morals and our take from it,
    which were enjoyed and cherished by all…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Oh a wish to go back to those days,
    where I could listen,
    stories from her,
    my mother,
    my grandmother…

    A sense of relief comes to this mind,
    as I sat in that embrace,
    and heard what became life lessons for me,
    to live and prosper in this one…

    As I sat,
    and got wisdom,
    that comes with age,
    looking at those faces and the words that I barely understood,
    just loving it all,
    absorbing it all,
    all until I got tired,
    and let out a yawn,
    a yawn so big,
    signing that I was desperately in need of sleep…

    Rubbing these eyes,
    as i was put to bed with the fan running above,
    gentle taps to the chest,
    and a sweet lullaby,
    to which I used to,
    I used to fall asleep…

    “Remembering those times”