Category: storytime

  • Ostracised out of my family because of my husband’s drinking…

    Ostracised out of my family because of my husband’s drinking…

    (Part-5)(final)

    I stared at him,
    as he laid there on the kitchen floor,
    passed out due to heavy drinking,
    and a concussion that he might have got after he tried to grab my neck and push me against the kitchen cabinets——
    but,
    I moved the very last moment that made him tumble and lose his balance;

    Leading me to where I was now…!


    The left side of my face with a reddish blue tint where he slapped me,
    a bluish hue on my right arm and my right calf,
    Some of my hair that were next to his body,
    which he threw after he pulled me with it from the bedroom to the kitchen…!


    Once again,
    I stared at him,
    Wanting to hit him,
    atleast once,
    but,
    I reminded myself,
    there would be no difference,
    but,
    A voice came from within and told me-

    Is taking a beating without any reason justified…?

    I called my brother without thinking even a second about what would happen to our marriage or relationship that we had;


    He picked up my call on the second ring,
    and he asked me how I was doing…?

    Before I could say anything I started to cry,
    cry because a lot happened within this day,
    and a lot had been happening for the past few years,
    I’ve felt abandoned by everyone,
    abandoned by his side of the family because they knew he was a drunkard and to such a level that he stooped to beating them,
    and they married him to me…!

    They ruined my life which was supposed to be with him in happiness and in safety;

    On hearing my cries,
    my brother said that he will
    be there in half an hour,
    and I waited,
    he was there within 20 minutes,
    risking his life driving faster than street limit to keep me safe from
    him…!

    On arriving home,
    he pressed the doorbell and I opened,
    On seeing me in such a condition,
    Tears came to his eyes,
    he dialled 112 and waited for them to arrive…!

    Unti then,
    he waited for me outside our home and he didn’t step in once or asked for water;

    As soon as the police arrived,
    he said that he wanted to file an F.I.R.
    and,
    take his sister away from her abusive husband,
    the police on taking a look inside and photos of him on the kitchen floor and a bunch of hair lying on there,
    plus,
    noting how badly she was beaten,
    They took all of it into account,
    and,
    made a case against Ravi..!

    The police arrested him by picking him up from the floor and he kept on asking what was going on,
    as they pushed him into the police van,
    he looked at me sitting in a black car left side of her face covered and infront of it stood her brother…!

    On thinking she was going to earn some money by selling her body,
    he started to call her a pro5titiue,
    and how she would sell her body to get anything she want;

    On hearing those words,
    My brother couldn’t control
    his anger and went towards the police van and smacked him so hard that he lost consciousness and tumbled on the floor of the van..!

    The policeman pushed him away and told him it would amount to crime and advised him to stay away,
    before he could say anything,
    Another police staff pulled him away and locked the residence and gave him the keys;

    Which he shoved in his pocket and gave him his number,
    and,
    told him that he would be here within half an hour anytime he was needed;

    To which he said okay and went towards her;

    And asked her,
    Ma’am,
    we need your sign and a report from a government hospital,
    you will have to come with us,
    to which he said you lead the way and we are following you behind…!

    After a few minutes of drive,
    we
    were at a government hospital,
    it was around 9 at night and the emergency staff took her in and noted all of the things that she suffered;

    The final report which was submitted to the police staff made him shed a tear,
    and my brother asked the policeman to see it,
    but,
    he told me he cannot,
    it’s private information that has to stay with us;

    To which he said he needs to see it;
    and He handed over the papers to him…

    As he began scanning it with his eyes,
    he got cold sweats,
    and anger that made him rage out…!

    Scratches on her undernourished body,
    pale blue marks around her ribs her back,
    and many other things that made him feel shame and sadness that he wasn’t aware of what was happening to her…!

    He gave the paper back to him and he walked away after saying sorry…!

    As she came out he put her in his arms to which she said that it hurts
    and tears stared as he opened his arms and let her out of them;

    As she hopped into his car and drove to their home,
    where there was no abuse or anything that would hurt her anymore…!

    A girl whose life was ruined by her husbands abuse but she kept shut and never told anyone until it felt like it would be the end of her;

    A brother who got what she was going through and came to her rescue without thinking about it even a single time;


    To the people who give their sisters,
    their daughters,
    to someone unknown,
    please,
    please check their background before marrying them to someone who turns to drinking or abusing drugs and beat them after they cannot get money or anything they need from their wives…!


    Based on a true story…!


    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • The dream of being an executioner…!

    The dream of being an executioner…!


    TW: Gore, psychological horror, violence, dissociation


    It was an eerie experience,
    A feeling un-felt before;


    There was something going on,
    That caused me to be weary;


    A sense of nausea,
    And an even more deeper sense of paranoia-
    As I looked at my hands,
    And they were covered in blood…!


    Someone’s life was taken—
    Snatched away by my hands;

    On looking at my fingers,
    Red was within the cuticles and stuck under my nails…

    I looked left and right,
    There was nothing,
    Nobody was there,
    Not even a single sign of blood spilled—


    But,
    I found a few droplets on the floor as I kept my hand on my knees as I sat on my butt…


    I tried to lock my head within them to escape what was happening around me,
    as I looked far left,
    I recognized the dimly lit bulb a few meters away…


    I got up through this sense of nausea and tried to walk in that direction,

    On the way towards it—
    I saw what seemed like the torso of someone,
    And from it I could see,
    A part of the small intestine,
    Curly and looped,
    Covered in red, looking pale white…


    Within a fraction of a second,
    I threw up,
    As I ran past the horrors that my eyes witnessed;

    I saw a corpse hung like an animal’s about to be butchered,
    Another one from which skin was removed and looked like it was waiting to be processed…!


    It felt like it was moving moments before; as remnants of steam were visible from it;


    On looking in the other direction I saw,
    A butcher covered in what looked like a black kitchen apron,

    Infront of me he chopped another person’s hand and it fell right infront of my feet,
    And a few specs of blood hit my face,
    Jokingly he apologised and picked it up,
    Covering the body,
    Or what seemed like a cubicle workplace using curtains,
    With number
    “336”…


    On reaching the light,
    I saw,
    A single paper board with a sign,

    "IF THIS FEELS ODD,
    OR IT FEELS LIKE YOU SAW SOMETHING YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE,
    RING THE BELL,
    SOMEONE WILL BE THERE TO HELP YOU SHORTLY…"

    Before pressing the button,
    I saw people,
    Who didn’t have any work….!?


    They looked at me like they struck gold,
    Before I could press the button,
    Which was roughed up,
    Hinting at something that was excessively used,
    I stared through my peripherals,


    What I saw—
    I saw the same,
    Ear-to-ear smile,
    Realizing,
    What would become of me,
    If I were to press that button,

    maybe I would be someone with whom all of this would happen…?

    So, in that fraction of a second I made up my mind…!
    I just turned around went to my cabin and left after cleaning up,
    And just exited the hallway,
    The last number that I saw in that room hinted at the number “999”…

    Before I could exit,
    I signed a form,
    A Form that said,
    I saw nothing,
    I did nothing,
    And,
    I don’t know what happened,
    As I exited the door,
    Remnants of what I did were slowly creeping in…!


    A continuous stream of blood heading to the center of the room,
    going down the drain, maybe it was powering someone or something;

    The specks of blood hitting my face,
    And those eyes—


    The eyes from the torso staring at my soul,
    As I kept my mouth shut and ran home;


    I rubbed my face and cleaned off all the blood,
    Until the water ran clean down the drain,
    I wiped the mirror and in it I saw,
    A face that I recognized…


    Same as the torso,
    Same as the person who chopped off the hand,
    Same as the faces who were looking at me from afar,
    As I sat there contemplating it all,
    What was that I saw…?
    Who were they…?
    Who am I…?
    Why was I on the ground…?
    Why was I chopping someone’s hand off…?
    Why was I staring at myself before pressing that button…?
    Who am I…?


    As I stared into the cabinet and took out a bottle,
    And poured a heavy drink to forget everything;


    Even after a few,
    I was still on the edge,
    As I picked up this pen and pad,
    I faced a bigger problem…!


    I faced something that was even worse,
    Worst thing to ever witness with my own eyes,
    But,
    The reality kicked in,
    As I saw…

    I saw,
    A pre-written note,
    Describing exactly the same,
    Repeated countless times,
    No matter how many pages I turned,
    Everything I saw,
    Repeated with gruesome details,
    And I left the pad;


    I looked into my drawer and found a packet on which was written,

    "WHEN YOU NEED TO FORGET THINGS,
    TAKE ONE,
    WITH WATER,
    BUT I KNOW YOU WOULDN'T HAVE ANY,
    SO TAKE IT WITH A SMALL WATER BOTTLE IN THE LOWER DRAWER…"

    A small bottle was placed in the bottom drawer,
    As I took a pill,
    And a swig of water,
    It took me out the very next instant…


    On waking up the next day,
    And finding a written note on the bedside lamp which I missed,
    “Place a small water bottle in the lower drawer,
    And never tell anyone about anything…!”
    “Repeat the cycle if necessary…”

    On staring at something I couldn’t recognise anymore,
    I went to the bathroom, washed my face,
    Placing a water bottle in the lower drawer,
    As ordered by the note,
    And got ready for work,
    The next day…




    The dream ended abruptly and I found myself waking up at 3:25 AM with cold sweats and my AC going steady at 24 C for the timer I set for two hours…!


    A dream within a dream that I saw and felt like I was trapped…!

  • A question to you all…!

    A question to you all…!

    If he already knew the crux of it all,

    He already had a plan in his mind what evil was from ground up…!


    G0d’s mind was made up from the start,
    He knew what was right and what was wrong but he still sent you down here…?

    To prove that it is a perfect world…!

    And in his perfect world,
    Someone drinks and beats her wife and children;

    Or;

    A child is born healthy and forgets to breathe and passes away from this world…?

    So, if it is a perfect world,
    Where evil exists and all of the things within it,
    Then can evil nature said to be his creation too…?

    Or we have to blame someone else,
    after creation of this human form we live in…?!

    The personification of evil has become something we steer towards,
    but,
    an all knowing being wouldn’t let evil happen—

    He wouldn’t let anyone suffer—

    He wouldn’t wait for the evil-doer to spend their entire life and wait for them to pass away on their own and after that they would receive their punishment…!

    A thought that roams my mind and I decided to pen last night…!

    Attached proof of an already answered prompt…!

    Cheers 🥂

    love Waakiye 🤍

  • A dream that turned into reality…!

    A dream that turned into reality…!

    Dekhe woh mujhe sadak par uss gaadi ke paas se,
    Main thaa andar uss banquet ke——
    Khoj rahi thee woh aakhein kisi ko,
    Dur jo jaa rahi thee mujhse sadaa ke liye woh…!

    Jaise hee mere nain pade unmain,
    Rona sa aaya,
    Abhi kal,
    Uss beete hue kal tak thee woh meri behen,
    Aur aaj uska vivaah,
    Chale jaana ha usne doosre ghar,
    Aur ho jaana ha kisi aur kee usne…;

    Main apne kadam rok naa sakaa,
    Aur furti dikhaate hue pohonch gayaa,
    Fataa—fatt seedhiyan woh charh kar,
    Aur dekhne lagay woh nain mujhe,
    Uss gaadi kee baari main se,
    Thee woh num,
    Par jaise mujhe koi fikar see nahi…!

    Chand palon main
    mein aa pohoncha uss gaadi ke paas,
    Woh jo foolon se sajee;
    Aur mujhe kuch kuch mehsoos sa hone lagaa,
    Mere aas paas ke logon ki aakhein thee num,
    Ro ro kar bura haal,
    Par,
    Mujhe dekh sabh hairan hue,
    pareshaan bhee;

    Kee,
    ladki ka sagaa bhai,
    Usse uski bhen ke dur jaane ka koi gumm nahi…?

    Sabh sahi thaa jabh tak woh thee meri aakhon ke saamne,
    Jaise hee woh doli wali gaadi par sikke baje aur tankaar sunte hee woh chal diye——

    Chand palon main meri aakhon ke saamne se ho gaye dur,
    Mujhe chinta hone lagi;

    Hone lagi mujhe uss bhen kee jisne mujhe badhte hue dekha,
    Jisne mujhe nuksaan se bachaya,
    sambhal kar rakha iss dunya se,
    Ho rahi thee woh mujhse dur…!

    Meri aakhein bhar aayi,
    Aur uske mere nazar se ojhal hote hee,
    Jaise main dahaad maarke rone lagaa;

    Saans jaati dekh,
    Mere aas paas ke logon ne mujhe sambhala,
    Aur paani pilaya,
    Paani peete saar hee main apne khwaab kee dunya se ek jhatke se apne shareer main aaya,
    Aur chand pal nihaarta rahaa uss pankhe ko jo thaa mere upar…!

    Aur baj rahe thay 2:57 am….

    Sapna thaa ek jo likha maine upar,
    naa jaane kyon par khoob roya main uss subeh…!

    pyaar ho hee jaata ha jiske saath aapne zindagi bitayi——
    ke nahi…?

    Another one of the already answered prompts forcing me to dip into my written posts…!

    It’s good to go back and tweak posts written by yourself and relive the memory once again….!

    The proof that being active here means that a lot of the stuff will be recycled…!

    On the other hand,
    None of the above happened,

    She was happy and we were happy too…!

    We will be waiting for her return once a set time period is over and she will stay with us for a week…!


    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • In a fight to seek Justice….!

    In a fight to seek Justice….!

    An already answered prompt telling me to go into my saved half written posts and completing them…!


    Trigger Warning:
    This piece references sexual violence, crimes against minors, death, and the emotional aftermath of injustice.


    न्याय ?

    आए दिन खबर आए,
    आस में हम सभ की न्याय…!
    
    किसी दिन,
    एक छोटी लड़की—
    २.५ साल की;
    
    एक बुजुर्ग औरत किसी दिन,
    ८० साल की थी जो;
    
    
    और हमारे मुंह से निकले,
    वही शब्द;
    
    ——
    
    किसी अनजान के मुंह से वह निकले हैरानी में,
    
    मगर—
    पीड़ित जो,
    उसकी माँ-बाप के मुंह से निकले वोह,
    आह में,
    अनंत दुख में;
    
    ——
    
    बस एक ही गुहार जो आज इकट्ठा हुए—
    इकट्ठा हुए हम सभ,
    कि
    कभी मिल पायेगा,
    उसको,
    या उसके परिवार को 
    न्याय?
    
    या
    घूमते फिरेंगे कुछ दिनों में ये हैवान,
    फिर-
    किसी और के साथ ऐसा कुछ होने पर,
    उसे मौत के घाट उतार देने पर;
    
    
    मिले वही चेहरे,
    एक बार फिर किसी दूसरी रैली पर,
    एक और जान को गवा देने के बाद;
    
    हम सभ भूल जाएँगे,
    एक बार फिर से भूल जाएँगे;
    
    क्या होता है वोह शब्द,
    जिसको पाने के लिए एकत्र किए थे—
    इस सरकार से,
    इस खाखी वर्दी से;
    
    कि,
    कभी मिलेगा हमे,
    या,
    उन पीड़ितों के घर वालो को,
    

    न्याय…?



    English translation….! ⬇️


    Justice….?

    Every other day we hear the news,
    All of us seek justice—

    Someday,
    It’s a little girl
    2 and a half year old;

    Someday it’s an old woman,
    80 year old she was;


    And from our mouths you hear,
    That same word;

    ——

    From an unknown person’s mouth its spoken in a tone that’s surprising,

    But,
    From the victim’s—
    Their Mother’s and father’s mouth its heard
    In pain,
    In eternal sorrow;

    ——

    On that same painful note-
    We all have gathered here today,

    Someday we’ll be able to find her,
    and to her family,
    Justice…!

    Or,

    In a few days these animals will roam freely,
    And again,
    when this act is repeated with someone,
    And her existence is removed from
    the face of the earth;


    The same faces will meet again,
    Meet again on someone else’s rally,
    After losing yet another soul;

    We all will forget,
    In this deranged forgetfulness we will seek justice once again;

    Seeking that word or its meaning;


    To find it we have gathered here today,
    From the government,
    From these policemen;

    Can we ever find it,
    Or,
    Help their parents find…

    Justice…?


    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Pseudo—camping and joining back work….!

    Have you ever been camping?

    1/05/2026@Waakiye

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    It was a slow day at work yesterday and I had to join back someday and I told myself why not today…!

    So I went back to work and started where I left off and began working on the blanks that I prepared before I took the days off for my sister’s wedding…!

    I was able to hunk off quite a bit of material and I think I will be done with what was left around 1 in the afternoon—

    And I will begin on the second lot today itself and prepare some material for stock as we were running out of it before I went on my leave…!


    A packed day it is and it will be a long one too,

    but,

    I need to draw a line somewhere,

    I need to fulfill the promises I made to myself and set boundaries at work like working for a finite amount of time and we have started to reject emergency orders which bring us under a lot of pressure and even after the order is complete we are given the same amount that we were supposed to get if we were doing it on a normal time like a span of a day or two…!

    It’s a lot of work that we are turning down but that comes after being forced to work like literal machines and not being paid adequately for it…!


    And once that happens we can charge extra for the emergency work that requires same day action on something…!

    It’s not something I see purely from a business pov but;

    I see it from a view that it gives us a sense of accomplishment and we are adequately paid for it too because we are making time from our packed routine to accommodate your emergency…!


    Something that is hard to see if you’re not looking at it from an industrial pov where things go wrong and require maintenance at every single step…!


    Coming back to the prompt

    Camping and my views on it

    Let me be honest;

    I’ve never been on a camping trip per se—

    like,

    We didn’t plan in advance and bought gear and prepared ourselves and took training for setting up tent and any other thing…!

    But—

    I’ve been to enough hill stations and have enjoyed the pseudo-camps that they have set up there…!


    I remember a trip to a place called narkanda which is 60 something kilometres upwards of Shimla and where we booked our homestay…!

    And at that place they were setting up these tents next to the bonfire that they had made out of old metal drums and they were putting in wood that they brought from a shed that was attached to the property…!


    and after paying extra we got in those tents and took the feeling of what it feels like camping…!

    Well,

    pseudo—camping to be honest

    because all of the stuff was provided to us like food in plates and timber was added to the fire by the homestay staff;

    and all we did was sit put in that rent and even blankets were provided to us in that tent and we slept like logs…!


    Let me bring your attention to

    Pseudo—camping

    because that is what we did,

    we didn’t hunt(pretty sure that isn’t allowed here in India)

    we didn’t cut down trees to keep the fire running,

    and we didn’t set up tent as it was already there;

    But,

    we did feel like we did camping…!

    (or maybe in an essence…)


    To camping—

    A pseudo one if you may;

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Things people with p•rn addiction don’t talk about…!

    Things people with p•rn addiction don’t talk about…!

    They don’t talk about the addiction—
    how it kills them,
    their will to live too…!

    They don’t talk about waking up at 3 in the morning,
    when everyone around them is asleep,
    —-

    They wake up contemplating in their mind the niche they plan on exploring,
    searching links that they saved,
    maybe a suggestive reel online,
    or somewhat of a revealing one that’s pushes them over the edge…!

    ——

    They find themselves submitting to theses urges and complying each time to whatever the mind wants them to do,
    Not thinking it will be the one who will be the one spilling all the hate later…!

    ——

    They find themselves on their beds,
    or on the can,
    or in the shower,
    trying not to think about committing the act,
    but they often loose the battle;

    And when that happens,
    it brings them immense shame,
    Which comes bundled with hatred,
    a lack of empathy for self
    And a loss of respect for not being able to even think in a positive sense,
    much less sparking a change…!

    ——

    Before committing the act,
    it’s like they are neutral in a sense,
    Until they feel the urge to do the deed,
    it’s due to one of these readily available media that comes at their disposal,
    maybe Instagram reels or TikToks that are suggestive,
    and those clips make them think about the person behind their screen in a certain way,
    which is far from normal…!

    The corrupted thought to violate them and those ideas are sent to them on a platter by their mind…!

    Later,
    They feel a certain way about them,
    bundled with disgust,
    and hatred towards the person who they saw on the screen or imagined in their mind…

    Blocking them,
    or telling the ai,
    not to recommend them,
    and,
    If one of them slips though the cracks,
    the same cycle repeats itself…!

    ———

    Sometimes,
    they wake up at three,
    contemplating a thought——

    Knowing they will have guests over later,
    and won’t get any time free from
    them;

    So,
    their mind improvises on its own,
    it tells them to get up——

    Get up at an odd hour,
    and look at them without letting anyone know about it,
    And after being in a confined place like-
    their room,
    Their brain tells them to get off because it will be impossible later…!

    And that’s how they spend their early morning,
    finding the right clip,
    and,
    imagining themselves in the place of the person in the clip and make their mind feel the same,
    and once the act is over,
    they cry,
    cry at their sad miserable selves,
    knowing they are neck deep into this problem that shaves at their consciousness…!

    They try to talk to their G0d,
    asking for help as to get away with this way of thinking,

    asking for forgiveness as soon as they are done watching it,

    asking for a blessing that might come and save them from this problem that takes their will to survive away;

    But,
    nothing of sorts happens;
    and,
    The utter amount of shame kills them.
    And,
    when they try to open up to the people they trust——
    They are made fun of,
    and,
    they never speak about it ever again…!

    Well,
    they’re made fun of about it because that sort of things breeds within that group,
    maybe all of them are going through it,
    maybe,
    all of them are in the same boat fighting the same reality

    and for them,
    joking about it,
    or making fun of someone who is in the same boat is the way to get out of the problem…!

    A problem,
    That breeds like an infestation,
    overtakes their complete will,
    and leaves them hanging like a dead man…!

    A fight,
    they keep on losing and re-fighting,
    until—
    they erode the version they were and this person who is no longer a real one in their own vision,
    Who tries to slither and make their way,
    often failing more,
    and fighting even more,
    each day…!

    Fin

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • A mother left all alone…!

    A mother left all alone…!

    It was a lone evening,
    and we were on our way to the last few houses for the day.

    To finish early, we decided to call one of our extended relatives —
    hoping we’d be free by 7, maybe 7:30.

    We left the previous house around 6:30.

    That house was alive —
    kids running around, adults in conversation,
    teasing, laughter, talks of marriage,
    plans, and maybe a child in the coming years.

    They insisted we stay for dinner,
    but we politely refused —
    saying we had more houses to visit,
    and that we’d eat at home with my sister,
    the bride to be.

    A few minutes before 6:30, we stepped out
    and decided to walk to the last house.
    It was just a few blocks away.



    It was a four-storey house.

    We rang the bell,
    and after a moment,
    a frail old woman opened the door.

    Her fingers were curled inward,
    only the thumb moved freely.

    Imagine holding the stem of a wine glass without your thumb —
    and then living like that every day.
    (Image at the end…)

    She asked us to come in.

    ———

    Her husband had passed away suddenly
    a heart attack, in the bathroom.

    And now, she lived alone.

    Her son and daughter-in-law had moved abroad.
    The decision was made quietly,
    and told to her only weeks before they left.

    The grandchildren —
    the reason she woke up every day,
    went with them.



    She walked us upstairs slowly,
    a slight limp in her step.

    The house was big.
    Too big.

    A sofa, a television,
    three rooms, a kitchen,
    and a balcony that opened to a park outside.

    But it felt empty.



    She brought a tray.

    Two empty glasses.
    A bottle of cold water.

    She asked us to pour it ourselves.

    There was something in her eyes —
    something between hesitation and acceptance.

    I poured the water,
    and asked if she’d like some.

    She said she had already had water at 5.
    She wouldn’t need it till later.

    We couldn’t drink either.



    Her maid arrived soon after,
    and brought tea and some snacks.

    Before we left,
    she spoke about her son,
    her family,
    the sweet noise that once filled the house.

    Then she said,

    “This house…
    it’s just four walls now.
    I feel trapped inside it.”



    She picked up a the big box of bhaji (sweet)we brought

    “What will I even do with this?” she asked.
    “I won’t be able to finish it.”

    My mother smiled and said,
    “Slowly…
    you will.”

    She smiled back.



    She asked us to stay for a meal.
    We refused again.

    A few more minutes passsed,
    and after she promised to come for my sister’s wedding,
    we got up to leave.



    As we stepped out,
    something didn’t feel right.

    And then she said it.

    “They’ll find me dead someday…
    and even then, they won’t be able to come.

    Someone else will do the final rites.
    Maybe someone my daughter in law’s brother who lives nearby…!

    Because I know…
    they won’t be able to.”



    Fin.
    Her hand looked like this…!

    A sad reality that I witnessed that day,

    and felt like it had to be brought to this world…!


    Keep your loved ones near and call your parents if you haven’t,

    Meet them,

    tell them you love them,

    and hug them…!

    While you can…!


    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • 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 🤍