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  • Tools of Expression: My Writing Essentials

    Tools of Expression: My Writing Essentials

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

    I hope all of you are doing well…

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Cheers 🥂 (Happy weekend)

    Love Waakiye 🤍

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

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

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

    “A Continuous happening”
  • Remembering Childhood Books: A Journey Back

    Remembering Childhood Books: A Journey Back

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

    I hope all of you are doing well…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

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

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

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

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

    “Remembering those times”
  • The Simple Joy of Music in Everyday Life

    The Simple Joy of Music in Everyday Life

    Daily writing prompt
    Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Have you ever heard music…?

    I have,
    and I can’t get enough of it ever,
    there are times so hard at moments,
    where I can’t face the world,
    But,
    music was,
    and all I could do was wrap myself around in its comfort…

    There are moments,
    some dreadful,
    some joyous,
    that make up the part of my daily schedule,
    and living through them becomes a pain,
    but,
    a music makes the passing of time easier,
    by shifting the focus of the stresses off of me,
    by helping me calm down,
    and with a calm mind i can look at problems differently,
    from various perspectives and find an optimal solution,
    just with the help of music…

    I listen to music to feel the emotions that I can’t feel,
    haven’t felt in a long time,
    like,
    there are some tunes spark a sense of intense longing or missing a person from the bottom of our heart,
    but,
    that too has its benefits,
    reminding us of our past and mistakes that have been made,
    to not repeat it ever again…

    During some joyous,
    extremely happy times like marriage of close relatives,
    or even enjoying night out with my friends,
    i have found music to be our partner,
    to enjoy happy moments,
    and during it,
    deepened our bond with each other,
    finding things that we listen to by sharing them with each other…

    I am really grateful for music to exist in the same timeline as me,
    to which I’ve fallen in love with from the bottom of my heart…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A journey that we tread on,
    finding things that comfort us,
    on a path that we set,
    for ourselves to walk on…

    In a dimly lit scene,
    as these words paint a picture vivid,
    enough to escape the real one,
    and live in it;

    But,
    the reality often inescapable,
    forces us to return,
    cage our being,
    our essence,
    by catching us as we flee…

    As we use methods to escape,
    or feel something,
    sparking a change,
    sometimes an inspiration to be a better version of self,
    or to be a better human overall,
    and,
    with that,
    comes a sense of belief,
    that it was made for us,
    a gift from gods,
    a hymn or a verse,
    that detaches us,
    cuts our worries short…

    “A blessing to these ears…”
  • How Writing Transformed My Self-Perception

    How Writing Transformed My Self-Perception

    Daily writing prompt
    What are you good at?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    I woke up late and I saw this prompt,
    and thought to myself,
    “Am I good at something…?”…
    And I stared at the rotating fan,
    for an hour thinking of inducing a thought…

    Am I a good daughter/son to my mother…?
    Am I a good aunt/uncle to the kids that surround me…?
    Am I a good sister/brother to those who are around me…?
    Am I a good friend to those who call me theirs…?
    Am I even a good person,
    or people around me just tolerate me…?
    Am I…..?

    The reality blemished when I realized that I’m ruthless,
    when it comes to myself ,
    I don’t give myself a chance,
    I keep myself in well bound time,
    meticulously planning each and every moment,
    prioritizing time,
    but making none for myself…

    I took up art as a kid and left it in the middle,
    I picked up table tennis, basketball, badminton and gave up all of them in the middle,
    I won’t say that I got good at them,
    but,
    just gave up before I could or I met an invisible boundary that made it impossible for me as a non-earning kid to overcome…

    Before I could even grab what was happening,
    I was pushed into work,
    because I wasn’t good in anything,
    where I tired myself day and night,
    so much so,
    that I wouldn’t have enough time to think about anything,
    my liking,
    my interests,
    my own personal opinions and choices,
    No time to think about things that could broaden my horizon,
    my thought process,
    so I spent a couple of years just looking at things from a perspective,
    that a lifeless soulless being,
    and kept my head down…
    UNTIL…

    Until I found this penmanship,
    and took it to myself to make it better,
    and a sole goal in my life to be good at something,
    something that I liked,
    loved,
    and wished to be a big part of my life,
    and I honed it,
    like my life depended on it,
    and kept on doing this,
    making little time here and there,
    scribbling in my notes app,
    or my trusted partner,
    pen and a notepad in which I wrote my raw thoughts and,
    thought on them,
    hours upon hours until,
    I felt satisfied that my thought process has evolved,
    but,
    that too didn’t feel enough…

    So,
    That’s what I exactly did,
    for a few seconds,
    turning into minutes,
    those turning into hours,
    hours into days,
    days into weeks,
    weeks into months,
    and months into years…

    Take a wild guess how long it has been now,
    that I’m writing this,
    and I shall correct you in the comments box….

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

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    Thank you for your response. ✨

    Choose one option

    A lone,
    all alone,
    in search of copper
    I struck gold…

    A vastness,
    unexplored,
    a bottomless pit
    in which I found myself…

    Impossible to climb out of.
    If it were someone else,
    it wouldn’t be possible,
    But-

    it’s me.
    And I say:
    “I’m-possible.”

    It’s possible,
    because it’s me..

    But,

    Never has this been me:
    A person who loved himself…

    Available for those around,
    round the clock,
    until I found…

    I found
    the thing I was meant for
    or
    something that saved me from it.

    “The Search That Found Me…”
  • The Duality of ‘Having It All’ Across Generations

    The Duality of ‘Having It All’ Across Generations

    Daily writing prompt
    What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    This is something that one needs to ask themselves,
    no matter how or where they stand in life,
    Maybe they are not doing so well financially,
    Maybe they are not at the age where they can choose between family and their career,
    Maybe they need to explore themselves more before sharing them with someone else,
    OR,
    Maybe they feel like having a presence mean that their peace will be bothered,
    and they are not ready yet to be a part of something that world wants,
    pushes them to be…

    There’s an extreme duality in this question if you’d believe me ;

    You can ask this question,
    this exact same question to someone who comes from extreme poverty,
    and you will get two answers to this one,

    One,
    the older generation who has been through this and feels just wants their immediate needs met,
    they think if they can afford food this day,
    or two square meals a day,
    because that’s how they believe it is,
    if they can attain food for the day,
    they have earned their keep,
    they have had it all for the day…

    On the contrary,
    they younger generation,
    they won’t stop,
    they will use any means or methods,
    to achieve what they have planned,
    even if it means,
    getting home late,
    using any way to achieve what they want,
    no matter how legal or illegal…

    What is that mindset that can be satisfied by achieving one goal..?

    I have planned another goal after this one,
    and another one after that…
    that’s how growth happens,
    you just keep hitting a spot,
    once and keep at it again and again,
    until you become a master at it,
    the process that takes years,
    entire lifetime maybe,
    BUT,
    keeping at it matters…

    As for me,
    I can never have it all,
    having it all means death of wishes and wants for me,
    but that happens when you believe that you’ve got it all,

    If there’s an empty space that keeps pushing,
    forcing you for strive for better results,
    forever,
    that means you’ll never get tired to work hard,
    even if it takes a form of inspiration to be a better daughter/son,
    father/mother, brother/sister,
    or a friend too…

    Its only attainable,
    If you believe you’ve achieved the goal first,
    and that too 100% of it,
    which is already set to max difficulty pushing you above and beyond…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    As I looked from afar,
    a family,
    a family that I call mine,
    hosting the birthday party,
    a child that was welcomed this day,
    a few years back,
    a family,
    a family I call mine…

    As I sat in my car,
    waiting as the stresses of the world grabbed me by the throat,
    I had to leave them in my car,
    or,
    at the workplace,
    where I got it all from,
    but,
    this day,
    this day I was handed more,
    more than what I could handle,
    and almost forgot all about this,
    all about the birth of my own child…

    As I looked from afar…

    I wish I could’ve come home earlier,
    planned it with them,
    be a part of process that makes it all happen,
    But,
    something at makes it all happens,
    the finances that back it all,
    they wouldn’t have been arranged,
    if I were,
    if I came home earlier…

    As I looked from afar,
    a family,
    a family that I call mine…
  • The Art of Collecting: My Bottles and Writings

    The Art of Collecting: My Bottles and Writings

    Daily writing prompt
    Do you have any collections?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    First,
    I am really sorry for not uploading a day before,
    there were some things bothering that has to be taken care of,
    plus,
    I submitted two of my works to a competition,
    and was busy as the deadline was until last night,
    so most of my time was spent on writing,
    completing,
    editing something whenever I went back to check those drafts…

    But,
    I’m back here,
    and this is one such place,
    that will be my go-to,
    because the freedom of expression I feel here,
    its unmatched,
    maybe because this is something that I was meant to do forever…

    Coming back to the day’s prompt,
    “Do I have any collection…?”
    YES,
    I do have collection(s),
    but,
    most of them are stored in a haphazard way,
    not in a proper way whatsoever…

    One of such is a collection of bottles,
    this started as a dream,
    in which I had a cabinet full of liquor bottles,
    from the places that I haven’t even been,
    but,
    the bottle of that region was in my cabinet,
    some of them were gifted,
    some were bought by me on a special occasion,
    some to remember the good times spent with those who are close to me,
    all in,
    the process of achieving a perfect collection still has a long way to go,
    but,
    it feels good to know that I have started something that I saw in my dreams with an intention of achieving a preset goal…

    Other one is a collection of my writing/ideas that I jot down,
    they are stored in a more random way then how a child leaves his toys in the drawing room,
    an idea here,
    and while penning this one down,
    another one comes and takes over this mind,
    so,
    I open another tab,
    in my mind also in my notes app to pen that down…

    These are my two collections that I own and have owned with pride (second one),
    but,
    everyone needs to have something like a normal state,
    Amongst all the chaos in the world right…?

    Hence the word collection…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Being a writer often feels like this,
    a lone road,
    a path that has to be traveled,
    and a path that has been covered…

    With no such help,
    no such thing called assistance,
    all that happens,
    happens to you only,
    and you are the only sufferer,
    and gainer,
    in the process…

    It often feels that you’re alone,
    you’re the only one who feels this way,
    but,
    in the same boat,
    G0d knows how many are,
    maybe looking for a right word,
    maybe a right prose,
    a better suiting rhyme scheme,
    or even a better title…

    Aren’t we all connected yet,
    all alone…?
  • The Power of Positive Influence in Life

    The Power of Positive Influence in Life

    Daily writing prompt
    Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.
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    Hey…

    I hope you all are doing well…

    This prompt is one of the good ones,
    someone who had a positive impact on my life,
    this sparks numerous questions because there have been equally or more who have had a negative impact on me and my life and given me ideas to live a life much better than how they shall ever live…

    I’ll share one of each;

    I got a chance of meeting one such person with whom I’m still in contact with,
    I just talked to them a few minutes back,
    I wish for them to prosper and have a beautiful life forever,
    The exams that they’re preparing for,
    I hope from the bottom of my heart that they achieve what they want in life,
    (Even if I won’t be a part of their life if they achieve their dreams i shall remember them forever…)

    She studies a subject that we both have undying love for,
    and that’s how we connected,
    on finding that she studies it,
    and I have a keen interest for it,
    Our conversations happen on and around the same topic,
    and we both learn and love it,
    when both of us love and grow from our astute and very niche observations…

    That’s the type of conversations I wanted to have forever,
    and on finding someone who does makes my life much better and worth living;

    She has been the one,
    and the only one for whom i shall continue to write,
    because her words of praise aren’t just there to fill a void,
    but,
    they help me by giving me an inspiration and a will to continue forever…
    and i hope they will forever….

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    There was something bugging me,
    I was in my home,
    One place that’s considered safe,
    I was trembling,
    Looking for someone,
    Something there…

    What was it,
    I couldn’t put my hand on it…!

    And all I could do was shake and tremble,
    And tell those around me,
    Nothing…

    I’m good,
    I’m all good,
    Everything’s alright as I looked at myself,
    In the mirror,
    I saw the horror within my eyes..
  • A Memorable Night with ROBROO Theater Group

    A Memorable Night with ROBROO Theater Group

    Daily writing prompt
    What was the last live performance you saw?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Having a keen interest in writing and with that,
    It becomes a necessity to have a broad horizon,
    &
    that only happens when you go out,
    explore things,
    watch live shows,
    Theatrical performances,
    Or even when you meet new people and hear their side of the world…

    There’s a beautiful group that does plays in Delhi,
    they go by the name,
    “ROBROO THEATRE GROUP”,
    though heavily underrated but their performances have been out of the world,
    i was blessed enough to witness,
    their enactment of a folk tale in our history,
    “HEER RANJHA”…

    I became their fan from that day onward,
    I met the person in-charged,
    Kajal Suri Ji…
    The person who is a literal magician when it comes to acting herself,
    and portraying a picture so clear and vivid that even after half a year I still remember it all with great detail…

    It was such a beautiful performance,
    heer ranjha folk goes on from such a long time in our culture that there are many songs made on it,
    and even references in some of these new songs that come out today;

    The folk says the story is set in what is now Panjab,
    and it revolves around a beautiful girl named heer,
    and a handsome boy named ranjha,
    who fell in love,
    but,
    Due to family’s opposition they were separated;

    heer now being forced to marry someone else,
    ranjha becomes a wanderer and roams places to places,
    until the day they unite,
    But heer’s uncle opposes this and poisons her food on the wedding day,
    which leads to her death,
    and on seeing that the person he cherished the most is no more,
    Ranjha consumes the poised food too,
    leading to their tragic and untimely death,
    as their bodies are laid to burial together…

    The story revolves around tragic nature and facing a caste-based opposition,
    At the end which results in both of them being deceased in the process,
    but the tale lives on reminding us all of the atrocities that were there and lovers still have to face…

    I saw the performance in late ’24,
    But i remember it like yesterday,
    the last and the best performance that i saw till this date…

    (they have an upcoming performance on 11th of May 2025,
    Called SAMANTAK TEERTH IN DELHI)
    if you are in town do check them out,
    bookings are open right now…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    The beautiful medley,
    A pattern that’s appealing to these eyes,
    colors pink and white,
    A photo that depicts,
    the love that we feel,
    but,
    when they’re in our hands away from each other,
    they tend to spoil and rot;

    A beautiful medley,
    That’s appealing to these eyes,
    why don’t we see their beauty when they exist,
    the way they were meant to be…?
  • Life Lessons from Personal Quotes

    Life Lessons from Personal Quotes

    Daily writing prompt
    Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?
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    Hey

    I hope you all are doing well…!

    There are a few sentences that i live by,
    they aren’t necessarily quotes,
    but they’re self-drawn rules that I live by,
    Well,
    I think each and every one of us should have some,
    rules or something that helps you set,
    what is right or wrong,
    in a situation…

    Quotes are those who are written by a writer and such,
    and when you are one in the making,
    what’s better than looking at something that you wrote,
    to keep yourself in check,
    during times that you thought would be the end of you…

    The said quote(s)…

    1)

    THE FALL TAUGHT ME TO GET UP AND MOVE FORWARD,

    IT DIDN’T TELL ME TO STOP AND SIT DOWN,

    IT TOLD ME THE REASON FOR THE FALL,

    AND I DIDN’T STOP LEARNING,

    NOR I’M STOPPING,

    DIDN’T STOP YESTERDAY,

    WILL NOT STOP TODAY,

    WONT STOP TOMORROW,

    BECAUSE,

    I DIDN’T STOP LEARNING…

    ★Didn’t stop learning★

    2)

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    ✅CAN THUG MY WAY OUT OF THIS ONE, SO

    I WON’T CRASH OUT

    These two are the ones I often check out,
    there are more but those are some other ideas,
    prompting some other feelings…

    For the time being,
    you can read them,
    save them,
    make them your quotes too…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    This is exactly how it feels when some prompt like this comes in…
    (Ai generated image…)

  • From Scrolling to Creating: My Social Media Shift

    How do you use social media?

    Hey

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    The use of social media has changed significantly for me in the past couple of years.
    From the outside perspective,
    it would look like a drastic change.

    Earlier I used to spend a lot of time on social media.
    I was just scrolling away from one app to another.
    but,
    these days it’s the polar opposite…

    Any spare time I have is spent jotting down ideas.
    I feel these ideas will hit the right bone,
    or they will help develop my consciousness.
    This will give me a better insight into someone’s life…

    Initially,
    I used it just to chat my time away.
    But
    this social media has helped me meet beautiful souls who aren’t just expressive.
    They are also much better writers than I am.
    Because of social media,
    we managed to connect with each other.

    I would be here writing, editing, and making images just for my social media handles.
    Also, I would also be working on my blog.
    It was like shooting arrows in the dark…

    I still haven’t got used to the type of change it has brought.
    I have had to undergo many changes to become a better version of myself.
    All for the best,
    isn’t it …?

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    What we see here is an effort to grow from a point where even the mere thought of existence is a threat,
    but here we still are,
    still trying to make the best out of the situation that this life throws us in,
    and just like this bud growing from a crack in the wall,
    this seed has had a life too,
    and,
    I wish to hear his side of the story too…