Waakiye

Category: storytime

  • A bond that still exists after the person is long gone…!

    A bond that still exists after the person is long gone…!

    Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    A slow morning and I skipped my morning routine today,

    I woke up thirsty at 5 in the morning and didn’t have any energy to wake up,

    so I stayed in my bed for half hour dying of thirst…!

    I got up eventually at 5:40 brushed my teeth and drank a whole jug of water and fell asleep again…!

    I woke up yet again at 7:45 with my maid and after a span of 15 minutes I was woken up yet again,

    because a person came in for the blood test of my sister…!

    I sat on my bed and waited as they took blood sample and other samples,

    And,

    A QR code was brought my way,

    and after scanning my Face ID the payment went through…!

    I was told that I can go back to sleep again…!

    like that was possible now…!?

    😢

    So I scrolled some and decided to read some pages of the book that I had on my side table…!

    A person whom I found randomly on Ig and ordered a book from them,

    their first book and I’ve loved it…

    And,

    as soon as I’m done with it,

    I’ll leave a review…!

    Coming back to the prompt

    A decision made in the past that helped me grow…

    There are a lot to things that happened in the past that shaped me into who I am today..!

    There are friendships that I started that I have regret and they on their own fell off…!

    There are relationships that I started and those broke up because I wasn’t in the right space to accept a person in my life at that time,
    making it one of those things that have a significant impact on how I perceive love and affection today…!

    Because even to this day, when someone tries to come near me, my normal reaction is something of a defensive standpoint…!

    and I often tell people I don’t feel like I was made to be in love or in general liked;

    But being of help that is what I was made for….

    and I hope I did that well..!

    I had to cut off people who were spreading misinformation which came with tags that are associated with me or my name(They still are…)

    But,

    I don’t care and people already come with pre-formatted idea and their ideas break once they talk to me or get to know me more…!

    A big decision I made in life is choosing to sacrifice my regular college life,

    I spent those years learning basic things about my business and now it’s something that runs on my shoulders…!

    And spending those years interacting with people and building my profile,

    I got to spend what limited time I had with my father working with him and learning the skills..!

    and until his end I was there with him and it made our bond deeper and brought more peace and joy in his life that his next generation likes to work with their hand and embraces the legacy that he built…!

    A decision I made back then in hope that it made his life better and he was able to leave this world in peace and a sense of happiness…!

    Miss you dad forever ♾️

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • A timid and quiet person giving birth to Waakiye

    A timid and quiet person giving birth to Waakiye

    Describe something you learned in high school.

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    I know it’s late,

    I’m making this post at five in the evening as I’m travelling back from distributing cards which we started from the day before today…!

    We wanted to be done with it in the first week of April,

    but,

    The paternal aunt of mine who passed away on 1st April,

    her terahvi(mourning ceremony) happened on 12th of April and we started to distribute them today as we got the delivery of bhaji yesterday evening I.e. 13th of April…!

    We are already running against the time here,

    but,

    We also plan on sending a video message on WhatsApp to those who we cannot reach…!

    Their bhaji will be waiting at home let’s not forget that…!

    I hope we can get them delivered by tomorrow evening,

    because there aren’t many to begin with,

    and if I can make haste we can do it…!

    (Fingers crossed 🤞 )

    Coming back to the prompt

    Something I learnt in high school

    My high school life was a lot from the observant’s point of view as I looked at people and their behaviour and got a gist of how they used to work and think;

    Thinking about things and people( well at that time my classmates);

    It wasn’t just education that I learnt in my high school;

    Within those 4 years,

    from class 9 to class 12–

    I leant more about people and the way they perceive the world and how they detach themselves from it…!

    Basically high school is a huge platter and in it we get a whole lot of people and their different upbringing standards gives us to be a witness to it all…!

    This observant nature boosted by a need to get answers out of everything;

    The outcome of it being a person who loves to talk about things and explore ideas that otherwise might be considered good, bad or taboo in worst case…!

    But being able to speak my mind on things that I like or even bring awareness to people around me is something that I have developed to love…!

    And I hope I do carry that trait with me for the rest of my life…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • “He Forgot. I Didn’t.”

    “He Forgot. I Didn’t.”

    (PART 4)(Last part)

    Trigger Warning: This piece contains graphic violence, murder, references to child abuse, and disturbing themes including body disposal and psychological trauma.

    The drive back felt longer.

    He didn’t speak.

    Neither did I.

    ⸻

    But I could feel it—

    the questions building inside him.

    ⸻

    At home, I told him to wash.

    “Get rid of everything.”
    the illegal act of justice that happened from his hand,
    and the memory of what he saw too…!

    He nodded and walked in.

    Like a man who wasn’t fully there anymore.

    ⸻

    My phone rang.

    I picked it up,
    accidentally it went on speaker,
    and a voice barked something that I didn’t want him to hear—

    “Are we back on business, boss?”
    But he did;

    A pause.
    Then these words left my mouth,
    “For the time being.”

    ⸻

    I ended the call.

    And went to get him clothes.

    ⸻

    When I returned—
    he was different.

    Shaking.
    Lost.

    ⸻

    “Who are you…?”
    he asked.

    Not loudly.

    Not accusing.

    Just…
    broken.

    ⸻

    I didn’t answer.

    ⸻

    He ate.
    Barely.

    ⸻

    And after a while—
    he slept.

    ⸻

    The next morning—
    he remembered nothing.

    Just fragments.
    Blood.
    Rain.

    A face he couldn’t place.

    ⸻

    But me?
    I remembered everything.

    ⸻

    And that was the problem.

    ⸻

    Because this life—
    the one I thought I left behind—

    ⸻

    It didn’t forget me.

    ⸻

    [END PART 4]

    ————

    ~Fin~

    Cheers 🥂 

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    The above marks the end of a series;

    Ravi lives happily with faded memories,

    whereas there are some who I didn’t want,

    but,

    now have to…!

  • “You Owe Me One”

    “You Owe Me One”

    (PART 3)

    Trigger Warning: This piece contains graphic violence, murder, references to child abuse, and disturbing themes including body disposal and psychological trauma.

    The smell hit before the place did.

    Then the sound.

    Pigs Everywhere,
    as far as these Eyes could look;

    ⸻

    We stopped near a dimly lit office.

    “Stay in the car,”
    I told him.

    He didn’t argue,
    or utter even a single world…!

    ⸻

    He was waiting outside.
    Mr. D.

    ⸻

    I walked up to him.

    Didn’t say much.

    Didn’t need to.

    A look was enough,
    A gesture was enough to jog his memory and made him realise our connection…!

    ⸻

    His eyes shifted toward the car.

    Toward Ravi.

    Then back to me.

    For a moment—

    he smiled.

    ⸻

    A slow nod.

    Accepting the deal.

    ⸻

    “Remember this,” he said quietly,
    “you came to me in need of help…”

    “And someday…
    I’ll come to you.”

    ⸻

    Fair.

    That’s how it always works,
    isn’t it…?

    ⸻

    They took the bag.

    No questions.

    No hesitation.

    Just another night for them.

    ⸻

    I handed him the knife.

    “I owe you one.”
    I said;
    ⸻

    He laughed.

    Not loud.

    But enough.

    ⸻

    As I walked back—

    I could feel it.

    Ravi’s eyes.

    Burning into me.

    ⸻

    Not fear.

    Not yet.

    Something else.

    ⸻

    A realisation… 

    ⸻

    [END PART 3]
  • “I Knew What Had To Be Done”

    “I Knew What Had To Be Done”

    (Part 2)

    Trigger Warning: This piece contains graphic violence, murder, references to child abuse, and disturbing themes including body disposal and psychological trauma.

    “Give me the knife.”

    He didn’t hesitate.

    His hands trembled as he passed it to me—
    as if he didn’t trust himself with it anymore.

    I looked at him,
    then at the body.

    And then,
    I looked around.

    “Listen to me carefully,” I said,
    “we don’t have much time.”

    He nodded.
    Not because he understood—
    but because he needed someone who did.

    ⸻

    We didn’t speak much after that.

    I told him what to do and he followed.

    We placed the body inside a bag from my car.

    He hesitated at first…
    but fear is a strong motivator.

    Stronger than guilt.

    ⸻

    And then—

    Rain.

    Out of nowhere.

    As if the night itself wanted to help.

    It washed away the footprints,
    the tyre marks…

    everything.

    For a moment—
    it felt like we might actually get away with it.

    ⸻

    The drive was silent.

    Too silent.

    He kept looking at me,
    like he was seeing me for the first time.

    And maybe he was.

    ⸻

    “The drain ahead,” I said quietly.

    He nodded.

    But as we got closer—

    we saw them.

    Police.

    Gypsies parked near the opening.

    Lights cutting through the dark.

    ⸻

    I slowed down.

    Killed the lights.

    Waited.

    Then turned the car around.

    ⸻

    “We’re not doing this here,” I said.

    He didn’t ask why.

    He didn’t ask anything anymore.

    ⸻

    We drove away from the town.

    Away from the plan.

    Toward something else.

    ⸻

    He finally spoke.

    “Where are we going…?”

    I didn’t look at him.

    “You’ll see.”

    ⸻

    [END PART 2]

  • A call that changed the course of the night…!

    A call that changed the course of the night…!

    Trigger Warning: This piece contains graphic violence, murder, references to child abuse, and disturbing themes including body disposal and psychological trauma.




    It was a lone night,
    I was travelling all alone and before I could reach home,
    I got a call from my friend…!

    It felt like either his life was in danger…
    or he had taken someone’s;

    G0d knows what it was,
    but fear was resonating clearly from his voice—

    Ravi—
    “I did it bhai…
    I found that man and I did what I had to…”

    Me—
    “What are you talking about Ravi…?”

    Ravi—
    “The same man…
    the one who brutally assaulted and k1lled that little girl from our vicinity—”

    I cut him off.

    The connection was poor.
    I told him to move somewhere open.

    But my mind…
    it had already started running in all directions.

    Ravi—
    “I found him…
    and as soon as I got a chance,
    I pounced on him…
    A fight broke out…”

    “What happened next… Ravi?”

    Ravi—
    “I knew he’d overpower me…
    so I took out the knife I kept on my waist…
    in case I ever needed it…”

    My thoughts went to the worst place.

    A brief pause…

    “I had to, Waakiye…
    I had to do it…”

    “She called me her brother…
    I watched her grow up…
    and I—”

    He stopped.

    I think her face came in front of him.

    “Is he alive…?”
    I asked.

    Ravi—
    “He was…
    gasping for air…
    when I opened his neck…”

    “I watched him suffer…
    just like she would have…”

    Silence.

    “Where are you…?” I asked.
    “Send me your location.”

    “Okay…”

    The call ended.

    A few seconds later——
    I heard a ping on my phone;

    Just a few minutes away.

    ————

    I drove there.
    And I saw him.

    Sitting cross-legged…
    right next to the body.

    Staring at the blood-soaked sand beneath him.

    “Ravi…?”
    No response.

    “Ravi…!”
    Nothing.

    “RAVI…!”
    On the third call—he moved.

    He rushed toward me,
    collapsed onto me…
    and broke.

    Tears;
    Shaking hands;
    A voice that didn’t belong to the man I knew.

    “I just wanted to scare him…
    but it…
    it became this…”

    “I had to k1ll him…”

    “He would have escaped…
    hurt someone else…”

    As I looked into his eyes—
    and then at the lifeless one behind him—

    Only one thought came to my mind—
    I have to save him.

    ⸻

    “Give me the knife.”

    ⸻

    [END PART 1]

    A story that expands beyond years and decades of built relationships,

    Both legal and illegal ones..!

    Part 2 out soon…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Pets reflecting their owners and another packed Monday…!

    Pets reflecting their owners and another packed Monday…!

    What animals make the best/worst pets?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    This day started a bit late.

    Well we can say yesterday ended late around three in the morning…!

    —

    I was up with a thought in my mind and it happened to be a scene that I wanted to write and before I could look up it was three in the morning so I decided to work on it the next day,

    Well in this concept today;

    🥲

    Other than that,

    Yesterday was a mid one,

    Low footfall due to it being a Sunday;

    But I started processing some of the material that I prepared to give myself a head start…!

    And the same happened till the end of the day…!

    This day is a packed one too,

    We have to get the cards and boxes from old Delhi and come back and pack them and start distributing them the same week…!

    Another hectic Monday it will be,

    Which I will come to realise later in the evening…!

    Coming back to the prompt

    Best/worst pet animals…!

    There is a huge difference between a good and a bad pet;

    But,

    Let me tell you in the beginning,

    Your pets reflect you(the owner) and the type of environment that they grow up in…!

    If you’re somewhat of an aggressive person,

    The same will be reflected in your pet and its behaviour…!

    And a cool and composed nature is reflected in the same way…!

    These are a few animals that I tend to on the daily and they are fun and loving ones,

    Except the cats,

    They are not that close enough that I can pet them for any longer than a few seconds…!

    To be honest to you,

    I don’t have a say in what sort of pets one keeps,

    But,

    If your pet is detached from the wild life and it tamed to be near humans through means that would be illegal that is something I cannot stand…!

    I’ve seen people carry tiger cubs,

    Cheetahs too,

    Snakes those huge and massive ones which can constrict you and take your life…!

    If the condition is genuine,

    Like they suffer from a life illness or some other kind of illness that makes their survival impossible,

    In that case I’ve see non profits keeping giraffes and rhinos too;

    But,

    I think Those don’t count as pets..!

    But I hope they do get the love of one…!

    If the case is genuine,

    I would draw my line at dogs, cats, species of rodents)

    I’ve seen people keep fishes, birds and some species of reptiles..!

    Let’s not forget the horses which were a trusted partner once…!

    The above is where I think it ends,

    But we haven’t come across arachnids or your typical insects like beetles—-

    If we go on exploring the horizon expands further…!

    Doesn’t it…?

    But anything that isn’t a part of the above, I consider a bad pet…!

    I hope it was an interesting read,

    Do comment if you want to chat,

    Or,

    Just leave your reviews…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • A letter penned to those who are long gone…!

    A letter penned to those who are long gone…!

    How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    Yesterday’s prompt ended with a tragic news—

    A paternal aunt,

    Well the last surviving one,

    passed away in her sleep…!

    .

    I wasn’t able to go because we are hosting the marriage of my sister this month;

    Neither me, my mom nor my sister were able to go;

    —

    So,

    My uncle went with his son,

    To Ambala, Haryana;

    Where she breathed her last…!

    —

    All I felt as I went to work were the blues and a sense of loss,

    Because I do remember that we were talking about inviting her and her family by going to her residence this weekend…!

    —

    (Khair…)

    Can we say anything in-front of the face of death,

    Except—

    Accepting the fate and clearing up all the problems and confusions…?

    Coming back to the prompt

    An already answered prompt…!

    😅

    No,

    I’m not joking…!🙃

    Here’s the proof…!

    And I believe in not answering the same question in the same way without much considerable changes in the environment or the context of the question

    I’ll be sharing what I wrote some time before but made the final edits yesterday…!

    Which continued to reflect on death and its sweet nature..!

    Kyaa Maut Khoobsurat Nahi…?

    Aap ek baar—

    Aakhri baar milte ho unko,

    Jinka parbhaav thaa aapki zindagi par;

    Aur,

    Uske baad yaa toh woh shav lakkad’on ke havale hota ha;

    Ya woh Kisi casket main,
    iss dharti ke naam ho jaata ha;

    Ya safed kapde main lapet,
    Woh kisi kabar main dafan ho jaata hai;

    ——

    Ek baar,

    Bas ek baar mauka hota ha unko dekhne ka,

    Unki chavi apne mann main utarne kaa,

    Bass,

    Bass ek mauka milta ha Unko aakhri baar,

    Apni zindagi main—
    Apni is choti se chaar dinon ke zindagi main,
    Unko dekhne ka;

    ——
    Aur uske baad kyaa…?
    ——

    Kya yaad aata ha kisi paraye ko…?

    Kya yaad aata ha kisi gair ko…?

    Kya kisi ke khyaal main bhee aata ha unka chehra—

    unke Kareebi’on ko chord;

    —

    Jo aaye unse,

    Jinka unke saath roz ka milna,

    Jinke saath bitaaye woh khushi ke pal,

    Aur woh,
    Jinke saath zindagi jeene ka waada kar baithe thay;

    —

    Unke bhee chet main aaye kabhi kabhaar abh woh chehra,

    Dunya toh kabh kaa bhulaa deti hai;

    —

    Kabhi iss layak ho paaye toh akhbaar main patti lagwane par,

    Kisi bande ke chet main aaye toh woh phone kar le,

    Warna samay kiske paas itna jo mere saath baithe,
    Dukh farol’ay—

    Kya aisa hee hona mere saath…?


    Kuch pal unn ghar walo kee yaadon main,
    Aur phir kabhi kabhaar;

    Par khusi iss baat kee,
    Kee aaj bhee yaad aate hain,

    Nahi nikle poore tareeke se,
    Mere mann se—

    Kya karu…?
    Aaj bhee yaad aate ha,
    bohot yaad aate hain,
    Jo chale gaye mujhse dur—
    —
    —

    Kya maut khoobsurat nahi…?

    Jaane ke kayi saalon baad bhee yaad aate hain,

    Woh jinka saaya aaj hamare aas-paas nahi,

    Par kahi,
    apne aap ko sukoon,
    ke,
    kisi tareeke se bacha rahe ha humay,

    Woh jo gaye hamse dur…!!!

    Kya,
    Kya maut khoobsurat nahi…?

    A treat to all those who went through the trials and tribulations of time and still remember their loved ones…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • My morning ritual and A sad news…!

    My morning ritual and A sad news…!

    What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    The boon/bane of doing this daily is that whenever there is a problem with grammar,

    Punctuation,

    Or anything related to the English language;

    .

    All of it is aimed at you,

    Oh we know you write,

    Can you look at something…?

    And that something is a three page paragraph or an official looking letter that has to be submitted to the school or a bank…!

    🫩

    Other than that recently,

    I was tasked to develope the wedding card that invites all the family members,

    And let me tell you something…!

    .

    Each time I read it,

    It feels like I don’t know how to write;

    😢

    Because I see mistakes,

    And mistakes,

    Sometime in English sometime in Panjabi;

    .

    And to get a fresh perspective,

    I read it in the morning and come across new mistakes each time…!

    😫

    (Khair)

    I’ll be finalising it today and giving it to print—

    If things work out;

    About the day before,

    It was tightly packed and some of the work that was left will be completed today;

    Most of the work yesterday was of turning and forming shapes of round metal blanks into the required ones…!

    The same will happen today and I hope I will be free soon and will come back home to shop for essentials for the wedding…!

    Coming back to the prompt

    My morning ritual…!

    Often the alarm wakes me up at seven in the morning,

    But,

    some days it automatically happens that my eyes open at 6 or 6:20 like today…!

    .

    When my eyes open, I wake up and check today’s prompt and mould my thinking into a certain way that takes shape into this days prompt…

    .

    After spending a few minutes on the phone,

    I leave my bed and freshen up;

    Wash my face,

    brush my teeth and use the restroom…!

    .

    I usually eat a fruit or two before heading out for my morning walk,

    where I plan my entire day,

    And all the things that are supposed to happen…!

    .

    While I’m on the walk I write the morning prompt and pen down things that I have to do;

    The tasks that I have to accomplish today,

    While that happens,

    The mind makes assumptions and sets targets on its own;

    .

    I come back wash my face and hands because my pet joins me on the walk too,

    And

    I pet her oh so much…!

    —

    Later,

    I have my morning coffee and talk with my family,

    Take a bath and leave for work after wishing them Goodbye…!

    .

    That’s the first few hours of my routine,

    And the rest follows…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A tragic news…

    —

    I just got the news that one of my bua,

    For the English readers it’s my paternal aunt,

    She passed away today,

    Early in the morning around 4:30 or 5…!

    —

    I hope her soul finds peace in the afterlife…!

    🕊️😔

    Are we ever ready for someone’s passing…?

    I thought to myself as I’m writing this,

    Aren’t we afraid that something like that might come to us someday,

    The sweet embrace of which we all have to get a taste of one day;

    —-

    To our surprise,

    we will,

    All of us will be there

    to experience it,

    But, never know how it feels…

    —

  • Waakiye—A concept and a rescue set free

    Waakiye—A concept and a rescue set free

    If you could have something named after you, what would it be?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    It was a slow day yesterday at work,

    A job that took the whole day but by the end of the day it was ready;

    Which I will have to give to harderning today on my day off…!

    It’s 8:18 and my day is packed to the brim…!

    —

    I have to go on shop for necessities like fruits and veggies,

    Biscuits and other munchies,

    Ghee and some seed oil for home…!

    —

    Other than that I have to go and make some edits to the cards and get them printed in a day or two;

    —

    Try and get a look at what we are going to give my sister in gold;

    Maybe a necklace or two;

    —

    And after that;

    Plan my entire evening getting information about catering, tents and internal decor for haldi, mehandi and ladies sangeet ceremony…!

    —

    Packed to the brim,

    Am I not…?

    Coming back to the prompt…

    Something named after me…!

    I’d love it if a concept or a phenomenon would be called Waakiye;

    —

    Something that stays in theory and often crosses into the practical world;

    —

    I’d love if it meant to be in a mental state of feeling that signifies being in a comfortable position,

    Something like open to all the wellness and filtering out all the negativity…

    I’d never want it to be a building or a road or a venue—

    Because I’ve seen the type of hatred people have towards the way things are named and people move to change it ever so often…!

    —

    So,

    Having a venue named after me and later changed just because a politician thinks that my name rings of a religious belief that are different from theirs;

    It would be a shame to my name and my legacy if something was named once by the masses and then changed because they don’t feel I resonate with them…!

    But if the name stays as a concept or a feeling;

    It’s destined to stay even if I’m not…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A squirrel that we rescued…!

    I hope you do remember,

    The same young dog that was carrying the pigeons that we recently rescued was chasing this baby squirrel and we rescued it from under a car that it sat patiently waiting for us…!

    And after keeping it for a few days,

    As it escaped from the box a few times and eating a healthy amount of seeds and drinking enough water it was ready for the free world…!

    So my sister released it in the evening and it went up the tree,

    Never to be found again today…!

    We named him

    Gillu or गिल्लू

    The first few words of the hindi word

    गिलहरी which directly translates to squirrel

    🐿️

    A close shot
    Our pet, Mithu curiously looking at what we brought in this time🤨