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  • From Chaos to Joy: My Incredible Vacation Experience

    From Chaos to Joy: My Incredible Vacation Experience

    Daily writing prompt
    Describe your most memorable vacation.

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    One of the most memorable vacations that I ever went to spanned across two weeks…

    The struggles…

    It was a plan that was being put on hold for two years,
    and eventually,
    we (my friend, one of his friends and myself),
    got fed up with things not matching,
    someday it was just dates not aligning,
    vacation days for some,
    for some it was a family emergency,
    others were just struggling to make time from their schedule…

    Impulsive acts…

    So,
    the week before Christmas,
    we decided to just go along,
    and started to make payments in advance,
    to the travel guide,
    to the homestay,
    and a few days when all others bailed on us,
    I took my cousin with me,
    and my sister to the trip,
    so in total I booked the ticket for the 4 of us to reach the nearest state through train,
    from where the route was halved,
    and my cousin brother picked us from a railway station in Haryana,
    along with the taxi driver in his hatchback…

    Our arrival at our destination..

    The trip was complicated and messy,
    around six hours later we reached,
    but,
    we were a total mess,
    all of us throwing up,
    as we weren’t accustomed to the change in the atmosphere and the environment,
    as we climbed what seemed like an infinite flight of stairs,
    praying to the Almighty,
    holding our stomachs in pain,
    we finally found ourselves a place to sit outside,
    and wait till they cleaned the homestay…

    On seeing the place where we were supposed to sit and rest it brought tears to our eyes,
    as we picked out spots in the room,
    and opened our bags and went to shower and later eat something to replenish our lost energy after throwing up,
    and after eating out fill,
    we went out for a stroll,
    watching the sunset,
    snacking on our way back,
    and grabbing a few bottles to drink as we came back to our homestay,
    and we lit a bonfire and took our solo cups and smashed 1.5 bottles within us 4 (one sober guy)..

    Things We did for fun..

    We went to sightseeing,
    climbed a hill,
    did adventure sports like ziplining,
    ice-skating (during which I took so many falls and ended up with bruises),
    playing in ice (My first time seeing real ice),
    visited a temple,
    and returned back to the homestay in the evening,
    the running waterfall was the best thing to ever see,
    as we took a bath and came back shivering…

    Last day…

    The day of our return was the saddest,
    as the night before we emptied all our bottles and got piss drunk and all of us fell dead asleep,
    on waking I saw my first snowfall,
    a very real event that I haven’t seen before,
    bringing me to tears,
    as we were packing to leave,
    we took some of the stuff that was popular in the area as a parting away gift,
    and a bundle of memories to remember them by…

    One of the most memorable of my vacations,
    that I ever took,
    flashbacks till this day…

    Cheers (to good times) 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Layers of Romance: Emotional Depth in Love and Writing

    Layers of Romance: Emotional Depth in Love and Writing

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s your definition of romantic?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    What an open-ended question this one is,
    without a context,
    without any relation to how we are supposed to work,
    romanticism in the sense of a literary writing,
    or romantic in a relationship sense…?

    But,
    that’s the cue to work around the topic of this day,
    and we will go ahead anyways…

    My definition of romantic (or romance) in a general sense isn’t clouded by the want to just get in bed with them,
    but,
    to understand them,
    the things that they like,
    the things that they hate,
    the way they grew up,
    and from that understanding,
    what shaped them the way they are,
    or how they respond to an action or a cue,
    which they like or don’t,
    helping me to stay clear off the things that haunted them in their past,
    all the while helping them come to terms with what they were in their past,
    isn’t something that is going to affect their present;

    Also,
    showering them with gifts,
    taking them out on their days off,
    and exploring new places with them,
    as we walk hand in hand,
    traveling with them maybe using the public transport every once in a while,
    and gifting flowers,
    and dropping them home or near it,
    how the relationship is at that point of time…

    See how I didn’t talk about having or getting your physical needs met here,
    because that’s how it is initially,
    taking it slow and knowing that in some cultures,
    things like these take place after marriage,
    and that’s acceptable,
    but,
    when things are forced,
    and they are coerced into doing something that they don’t agree to,
    or like,
    would naturally mean that you’re there only to satiate yourself,
    and then drop her after the sun rises the next day…

    Due to that,
    this path becomes extremely tricky for both,
    where one has to make sure things are mutual and in agreement,
    with proper boundaries set…

    Whereas romanticism in literary sense comes in when things like these are experienced and a person who loves to write pens his real emotions and feelings,
    about how they are truly, madly and deeply in love,
    with the said person,
    to the point they write (Of course in some hidden sense),
    about their love,
    their feelings,
    which can be mutual or one sided,
    but,
    portraying an image in a sense that’s appealing to read,
    and can be experienced by those who are around them,
    without even being in a relationship to call it something that they themselves dream of being in…

    So romantic aspect is much needed in life,
    where a person exposes themselves,
    layer by layer,
    in a sense to a person,
    they intend to spend the foreseeable future with…

    That’s romanticism for me,
    to you…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye🤍

    All alone they were,
    After a long time they were finally together,
    There was deep longing in those eyes,
    And a want,
    A need that needed to be expressed,
    But,
    Who would make the first move…?

    The first move,
    After a span of three months,
    These months,
    Akin to years spent apart,
    Seeing only each other,
    And talking like strangers,
    Whenever they had some time on their hands,
    And these hands,
    Waited,
    Waited all of these days,
    Waited these weeks,
    Waited all these Months;

    Now,
    These hands,
    Were in those,
    Where they belonged…

    A bottle of Merlot,
    And two glasses were there,
    A third of the way,
    Maybe a sip was taken,
    Before things took a turn…

    From kissing the back of her hand,
    To her shoulder blade,
    And from there,
    Those pink supple lips,
    He stared at himself,
    Her face tilted,
    Eyes half closed,
    Waiting were these lips,
    For a sweet little kiss..

    A known flavor coated his mouth,
    Her born lippy lip balm,
    The strawberry kind,
    Those eyes; glowing,
    Overflowing with emotions;

    “Cannot tell you how much I waited,
    Waited for this day..”

    As those eyes shined,
    As she stared into his…
  • Personal Accounts of Surgery: Lessons from Loved Ones

    Personal Accounts of Surgery: Lessons from Loved Ones

    Daily writing prompt
    Have you ever had surgery? What for?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Thankfully,
    I haven’t underwent any surgery up until this point of time in my life,
    but,
    I’m surrounded by people,
    who are close to me,
    very dear to me who underwent surgery,
    To save them,
    or try to save them from a life-threatening disease,
    that was looming over their heads…

    My father had to go through a colectomy,
    to remove a part of infected small intestine,
    which developed had developed into a fast-growing cancer,
    that had already spread through his soft tissue,
    but,
    his conditions deteriorated after the procedure,
    as the medications stopped working and we ultimately lost him in late ’23,
    extremely hard times those were,
    May his soul rest in peace…

    My aunt had to go through multiple of them,
    another person stuck with cancer,
    first,
    the doctors ordered to remove her uterus,
    which was the center,
    where the problems began,
    later it metastasized to her other organs,
    and detection were made,
    where tumors were found in her breasts,
    which had to be removed too,
    which broke her spirit,
    as we eventually lost her after a year of fighting the battle against the fast-spreading disease…

    One of my cousin sisters had surgery too,
    she was developing polyps in her uterus,
    which were making her life miserable,
    and the history of a mother who passed away with cancer,
    she took no risks and went ahead with the surgery before it could develop into cancerous ones,
    which made her life better,
    as she can live carefree,
    but,
    she has to work with caution,
    as they can develop again,
    by managing diet,
    and having routine check-ups…

    Being surrounded by,
    the survivors and the tales left by those who have left us early,
    remembering and keeping all of them in our heart and minds,
    as they taught us to never lose hope,
    until the very last point…

    Cheers 🥂
    (Happy weekend)

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Exploring Unique Daily Routines

    Exploring Unique Daily Routines

    Daily writing prompt
    What are your daily habits?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    One of the habits have been this one,
    to upload here daily,
    not a good example today because of the messed-up schedule,
    I had to leave early for work,
    and see supervise some construction going on at our workplace,
    and make edits in it as needed…

    So,
    this becomes a late night post instead…

    Other than this,
    I have a habit of having or trying new things,
    that includes
    food clothes and anything that is unique…

    And,
    if any of those help me in expanding my horizon,
    by costing little money,
    why not experience it,
    in exchange of a few paper,
    I can attain experience that can be used whenever…

    Another one,
    well these are related to each other,
    I wake up and drink a glass of water,
    (kept in silver or copper glass…)
    alternating them however it seems fit…

    And after that meditating for 10 minutes at least,
    post which I write in my notepad,
    Whatever/however I feel,
    before and after the meditating session,
    what new I learn from it…

    Someday,
    it’s a medley of colors,
    someday it is chasing the memories of the previous day,
    other days,
    it becomes finding the lost sense of self,
    after tiring myself all day…

    BUT,
    The sense of relief comes in,
    when things come through,
    and all things go as planned,
    rare days,
    but they cover the days that,
    hit so hard that it seems there’s no end to them…

    At last,
    the day ends,
    after asking or talking to those who are close to me,
    their well-being,
    calling them and talking to them,
    if they aren’t doing well,
    In a sense to help them pass some of the stress or sadness,
    away from them…

    Other than that,
    there’s a habit of constantly seeking new thoughts and ideas…

    Cheers 🥂
    (happy weekend 😇)

    Love Waakiye 🤍


  • Spirituality in India: Beliefs and Contradictions

    Spirituality in India: Beliefs and Contradictions

    Daily writing prompt
    How important is spirituality in your life?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Well,
    The country that I belong to,
    has very deep-rooted spiritual beliefs,
    which makes it one of the most populous,
    religious based countries in the world…

    A place like India,
    which is the birthplace of many religions,
    including,

    • Hinduism
    • Jainism
    • Buddhism &
    • Sikhism

    There are widespread religious beliefs around the place I exist,
    A big Hindu temple within 500 meters of my residence,
    A mosque within the same distance,
    And within a 10-minute drive,
    a Sikh temple called a Gurudwara,
    and a Jain temple too within that,
    and crossing the gurudwara you’ll find a church too
    (In opposite directions tho)…

    I mean,
    all the hustling bustling goes on during the day,
    and by the night,
    those people who sat Infront of the religious places,
    begging for money,
    become the richest as they buy alcohol and other intoxicants,
    and do it yet again Infront of the said religious place and take rest on the pavement or the sidewalk,
    when nothing else matters,
    because they have already eaten their full,
    during the day…

    This is the enabling that religion has done,
    Of course,
    when asked it’s said,
    “They’re not responsible for what goes outside the premises…”
    like they can’t physically enforce the stoppage of this,
    by appointing people whose sole responsibility is to deter such people…

    But,
    things like this happen,
    Again and again,
    because they just up and move themselves away from the area,
    the area which they have to “keep clean”,
    the entire crowd moves,
    and the same thing happens,
    a few meters away…
    (Us Indians and our way to hack anything’s that’s enforced right…?)

    Coming back to the prompt’s question…

    The things like these,
    the hacks,
    the people who become these addicts by the night,
    the people who among the chaos,
    become the thieves,
    snatchers,
    took a long time ago my faith on religion…

    The way,
    the internal management of a religious place functions,
    is the same as a business,
    they do take up cost cutting,
    the prasad (the food presented to the deities),
    is used and recycled,
    for those who don’t take it home,
    and sold to the same devotees yet again…

    Being one of the most religious countries,
    and praying the G0ds and G0desses,
    and on the other hand,
    we hear news of a girls being brutally Rped,
    people being killed over little things,
    family disputes making people kill their own flesh and blood,
    but,
    on the other hand,
    this becomes a birthplace of religions,
    and a hub of spiritual beliefs…

    The stark contrast,
    in what’s told,
    what’s heard,
    what’s seen,
    and what’s reported…

    A toast to chaos,
    and such a widespread nature of ill management of it…

    Cheers 🥂

    Ashamed Waakiye🤍

    A star here,
    Another there,
    another one,
    where it shouldn’t have been,
    A havan,
    an offering,
    and all of it shall go away…

    The already G0d fearing,
    Thinks,
    “G0d forbid,
    another problem…”
    So,
    they set the appointment,
    and a priest appears,
    at the given time…

    Taking place of a G0d,
    Or his minion,
    he prays and prays,
    and burns incense,
    using wood using camphor,
    creates a place packed with soot,
    and smoke,
    a heavenly fragrance it leaves,
    until its cleared,
    and things become the same,
    same as the day before…

    The same chaos,
    the same panic,
    the same things,
    repeat the next,
    and the same problems,
    become the common,
    like it was the day before…

    “The Star That Shouldn’t Be”
  • Overcoming Doomscrolling: Finding Purpose in Your Day

    Overcoming Doomscrolling: Finding Purpose in Your Day

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

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

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

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

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

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

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

    “An Echo Without a Voice“
  • Influential Leaders: Maharaja Ranjit Singh’s Legacy

    Influential Leaders: Maharaja Ranjit Singh’s Legacy

    Daily writing prompt
    Who is your favorite historical figure?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Well,
    another day another great prompt it is,
    my favorite historical figure…

    Have you ever heard of Maharaja Ranjit Singh…?

    One of the most admired figures even this day in Panjab,
    with such a leadership that extended from near borders of Afghanistan,
    Khyber Pass in current Pakistan,
    to Panjab’s Satluj river in current day Panjab…

    The sole leader who had the power to unify Sikh factions,
    making the land of Panjab a secular empire where the rules of each religions were followed and respected,
    being a Sikh he was inclusive of all people,
    including keeping people from different faith in administrative and military positions,
    which were very important to give to anybody…

    The religious sites and their protection belonging to different faiths,
    to the point he ordered repair of Mosques and temples,
    Also,
    The credits of modernization the forces belong to him,
    hiring European mercenaries and military experts to train the army,
    Having a special branch called Fauj-e-khas,
    specializing in close order formation and bayonet tactics…

    Having invested in artillery,
    cannon foundries were built,
    and field guns were standardized,
    and that induced fear in the British Raj’s mind,
    which were also because of traditional Sikh fighters,
    called Nihangs ;
    known for their ferocious nature and tactics that brought enemies to their knees…

    Training men and equipping them with better arms than the rest of the states,
    while keeping British rule at bay,
    And his work and life were mentioned in British curriculum later…

    Respecting Hindu sentiments,
    cow slaughter was banned,
    and having a corruption free court even though diverse,
    that had wide focuses,
    and,
    living a modest life,
    He never took the title of Maharaja,
    But,
    he accepted himself as the Servant of Khalsa…

    Having a court in Lahore that became a center of culture and arts,
    Also,
    architectural marvel,
    Known as,
    “SHER-E-PANJAB”
    “LION OF PANJAB”,
    remembered till this day,
    with deep respect by Panjabi speakers and Sikhs worldwide…

    Imagine being alive at that point of time,
    to witness all of this…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Reliving My First Crush Experience

    Reliving My First Crush Experience

    Daily writing prompt
    Write about your first crush.
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

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

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

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

    A hot summer day it was...

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

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

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

    A hot summer day it was...

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

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

    A hot summer day it was...

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

    A hot,
    hot summer day it was...

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

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

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

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

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

    A hot,
    hot summer day it was...

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍
  • Exploring India ‘s Rich Heritage and Beyond

    Exploring India ‘s Rich Heritage and Beyond

    Daily writing prompt
    What countries do you want to visit?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    It’s another one of those great prompts kinda day,
    what countries I’d love to visit,
    such an open ended and a great question…

    To be honest,
    the country that I belong to,
    India,
    has such a rich heritage,
    that as each and every state boundary changes,
    the culture,
    along with their language,
    a different dialect from the last one,
    also,
    the food with their differing preparing techniques…

    Within this country,
    there are oh so many things to explore,
    but,
    the responsibility of work has landed on my shoulders,
    which forces me to be there,
    at the place of my work,
    and due to that I am barely able to explore,
    explore this country of mine…

    The last trip I took,
    it was to Himachal back in ’22
    and nothing can beat it ever,
    That is where I first saw snow,
    and it stays in my memories,
    forever…

    I imagine for some of you it might be a common occurrence,
    but,
    imagine being a person who saw snow for the first time ever,
    it was such a heavenly experience,
    that the flashbacks still stay till this day,
    and the trip was executed in the last week of December,
    for this reason,
    so,
    me and my sister,
    along with a cousin of mine,
    and my best friend and his friend,
    we all went and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves…

    Well,
    there are so many things left to explore,
    Karnataka’s coffee,
    to Assam’s tea plantation
    Mumbai’s sea,
    to luscious apple plantations in Kashmir…

    There’s a lot to see,
    in this country of ours,
    until,
    I can be free or,
    make time from the responsibilities that bound me,
    one day or another…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    As far as eyes go,
    a wonder,
    the wonders of the world,
    within this country of mine comes to mind…

    As the clicking and clacking comes to rest,
    and the low humming of the devices come to a halt,
    An eerie silence surrounds me,
    without a clue,
    what’s causing this,
    and what’s the cure…?

    This life still continues,
    so does the work,
    but the life,
    that doesn’t…

    In a limited time frame,
    we have to find our happiness,
    something that makes us happy,
    something that brings us joy,
    something that we love from the deepest of our hearts,
    something that we can’t live or survive without…!

    But,
    this day still continues,
    as commute takes away another 45 minutes,
    and for those 45 minutes,
    I stare past these buildings,
    These high rises,
    a place…

    A place,
    a place without,
    the constant need to be available,
    available round the clock,
    at the disposal of the bosses,
    at a single phone call,
    but,
    a few moments away,
    Away from all this…

    “MONOTONOUS CHAOS”
  • 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?
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    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…”