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  • Why Each Day Feels Like a Lie

    Why Each Day Feels Like a Lie

    Daily writing prompt
    What sacrifices have you made in life?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    The prompt of this day made me realize,
    as it gave me a chance to look back at what sorts of things,
    I’ve taken just because,
    also,
    Taken them up on the face value,
    thinking it was for a betterment of a figure bigger than me,
    but,
    all of that turned out to be false,
    when it came to my realization,
    that i was just a stepping stone…

    I’ve summed up in a single post a part of my life,
    how I used to live,
    telling myself lie after lie,
    and how i made an ultimate sacrifice of losing myself,
    my life for a place that doesn’t give 2 F’s about me,
    my life or my well-being…

    Every waking moment,
    just as I woke up,
    It felt like,
    A sacrifice was made;

    A lie,
    I started with a lie,
    “That this day shall be a good one…!”
    “This day will be a good one”
    “I will give my 100% and I will make the best out of the day…”
    will this day be a good one?
    I used to ask myself…

    As the day began,
    the morning coffee,
    which I brutally messed up,
    I told myself another lie,
    “It happens,
    it’s easy to mess up,
    It’s easy to mess a CUP OF COFFEE…..?
    is it easy to mess up a cup of coffee?
    I used to ask myself…

    As i got late,
    yet again,
    because I forgot myself within my thoughts while taking a shower,
    and i hurriedly didn’t take breakfast,
    I asked myself,
    “Was it worth it,
    to spend time thinking instead of leaving for work early…?
    was it worth it to be trapped in traffic for the 20 minutes which could have been avoided,
    if you didn’t think,
    if you could have just taken a shower and left for work,
    But,
    Oh no you couldn’t,
    so now you’re stuck in traffic,
    STAY STUCK IN IT….
    was it my fault to be stuck in traffic?
    I used to ask myself…

    Now the boss won’t leave you alone,
    you forgot the mail that you were supposed to send yesterday evening,
    you heard an earful,
    but you couldn’t say anything,
    “You knew you were at the wrong here,
    You made a reminder but forgot as you reached home,
    because you lay flat and woke up late at night to change and hit the bed yet again without eating…!”
    was it my fault i reached home late or i was overworked?
    I used to ask myself…

    The entire afternoon,
    i spent working on things that were the part of yesterdays,
    and had to work all alone on the project that was a part of someone else’s job just because they were full of work already…
    Couldn’t eat lunch so I got another coffee,
    as the day came to an end,
    I started what work I was assigned this morning,
    it got late,
    as clock hit 9,
    It was a reminder to leave office and head back home,
    “Was I in the wrong here,
    because i didn’t take anything home today,
    but,
    i was asked to update this day’s work tomorrow morning,
    so,
    i had to take work home…”
    why did i have to take work home…?
    I used to ask myself…

    On reaching home around 10 pm,
    having no energy to cook anything,
    I ordered some takeaway,
    to be delivered under an hour,
    I looked in horror as dinner would arrive at 11.
    on canceling the order and making something like rice and eggs at the place i call home,
    I took a seat at the desk,
    and began the work,
    before I could look up,
    it was 1 am,
    saving it I closed my device and hit the bed,
    I wish I could have done this yesterday,
    Or the day before,
    Or the day before that,
    Or the day before that,
    I used to ask myself…

    An ultimate sacrifice that I made,
    was giving a place my years,
    when all in return I got were literal peanuts,
    and trauma that still haunts me this day,
    Just like I am up this morning,
    time being 4:32 AM IST,
    I remember when I used to curse myself for bringing this life upon myself…

    But those days are gone now,
    And I really wish from the bottom of my heart a well life for those who are employed there or starting work there…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Often I found myself,
    contemplating life,
    the choices that led to this point,
    and one of these days,
    I sat down,
    just like the image,
    surrounded by the sea of files,
    a cup of coffee on my left,
    in which remained a single gulp,
    and,
    on my right was a fresh cup that I poured,
    moments before…

    Just like this,
    exactly like this one,

    all until one day,
    I looked back at the situation i was in,
    killing me slowly this work,
    As I felt burdened,
    threatened by the piles of work that was pushed onto me,
    just because I was swift,
    or was given additional responsibility,
    without me ever thinking about it,
    considering it all normal…

    Until it wasn’t,
    Until everything going around me wasn’t…

  • Cherished Memories: The Stories in Our Skin

    Cherished Memories: The Stories in Our Skin

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    The prompt of this dame really made me think,
    And,
    I think there would be a variety of answers that all of you would be seeing,
    most of them would include a piece of clothing that they would cherish or own from a long time that would have seen better days but,
    not being your usual writer,
    I know what all of you are in here for…

    How would you feel if i said the oldest thing I’m wearing is,
    “MY SKIN”…

    I do owe all of you an explanation,
    Skin,
    MY thick skin being one of those things,
    the one which has been with me from the very beginning of my essence,
    no fabric,
    no piece of cloth could ever match what my skin has felt through the years…

    Even though it renews itself every month and a half,
    it holds memories that still stay with me to this day,
    The Scars,
    The heat of the Sun,
    a special someone’s touch,
    the test of time—
    all of them leave a mark.
    It’s been my shield,
    a blank canvas that I was born with,
    a story that I am writing as each day progresses…

    THIS body of mine holds a tactile archive,
    a memory through sensations that only I remember,
    Even if the world forgets,
    I remember the weight of denim,
    the scratch of wool,
    the comfort of cotton on a tired day,
    the itchiness of a cloth I’m not well suited to,
    the rash that burned,
    and caused me pain,
    the time I fell from my two-wheeler and blood that oozed out of my skin,
    I remember it clearly as yesterday,
    each and every moment clearly…

    Sometimes this body remembers what the mind isn’t sure of;

    A warmth in the chest,
    A phantom touch on the cheek,
    A comfort that feels real,
    even if the facts are blurry…

    Maybe it’s memory,
    Maybe it’s hope stitched into survival,
    Maybe it’s both.

    What matters is that it helped me keep breathing,
    the memories that this mind often forgets,
    they stay on this skin,
    whenever,
    someone crosses me,
    a familiar scent,
    an accidental touch (for which I apologize)
    it sets into action a string of memories hidden deep within me,
    of which this mind has either forgotten,
    or,
    suppressed to make place for other ones…

    But,
    there’s something that I tell myself,

    You’re here,
    Still breathing,
    Still remembering,
    And that’s not nothing…

    Just like a chain that you forget that is wrapped around your neck,
    after wearing it for a long time,
    the body adapts to it,
    and when accidently it gets stuck in a piece of cloth,
    you remember an existence of it;

    That chain becomes like a quiet truth:
    Something can be with me always,
    even if I forget it’s there…

    And maybe that’s how grief feels.
    Or love,
    Or pain,
    Or memories,
    or existence of it…;

    Worn so long against the skin that One stops feeling it,
    until one small movement brings it back into view,
    glinting with the light of something lost but never fully gone…

    Here’s to reliving all those memories after reading this one,
    also play with your chain or a mala of thread or beads that exist around your neck or your wrist…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    With these memories that we once considered precious,
    made a promise to never forget them,
    They blurred without a trace from this mind….

    But does this mean We’ve forgotten,
    Does this mean we’ve given up,
    Of Course, not.

    Their existence continues to thrive,
    in a way we speak,
    the choices that we make,
    the softness that takes a front when we see someone hurting,
    or
    the hardness that makes us stand on someone’s way if it means it will save someone…

    Been through things tough and extremely challenging ones,
    we’ve learned to carry weight,
    to protect ourselves.
    we’ve built something around our softness,
    not to hide it,
    but to survive,
    maybe try to thrive in it…
  • Delicious Fruits You Must Try This Summer

    Delicious Fruits You Must Try This Summer

    Daily writing prompt
    List your top 5 favorite fruits.
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Well isn’t this a nice change of pace,
    my top 5 favorite fruits,
    Hmm…

    it really got me thinking that I need to include more fruits into my diet,
    but,
    there are a few which I absolutely love…

    Oranges being one of the most convenient one and easily available fruit,
    being the combination of citrus and sweet plus a big intake of fiber,
    packs a punch and keeps me satiated for longer…

    How can one forget Watermelon,
    the flavor that is nowhere to be found and in this peak summer heat it’s refreshing,
    you can’t go wrong with a cooled watermelon after working in the summer heat,
    or returning home after a tiring afternoon…

    Ever heard of Grapes,
    The range goes beyond 10.000 varieties,
    but on a broader scale,
    we see green, purple and red ones,
    they are used in so many ways,
    popping them just like that,
    freezing and using them instead of ice in drinks,
    and the biggest place they’re used in making wines of many varieties,
    they automatically make a fruit platter look more appealing with the different shapes they’re available in,
    don’t forget they are used to make raisins too…

    Bananas,
    do I even need to say anything,
    The only fruit that is made which comes in nature’s packaging and can be eaten on the go without making any mess ever,
    the years of tweaking with its DNA has made it seedless,
    and a perfect snack that can be had whenever,
    (I’m looking at a basket of a dozen sitting right Infront of me as I’m writing this one..)

    I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of the phrase,
    “An apple a day keeps the doctor away…”

    The varieties of it kills me each time,
    there are 4-5 different types/qualities each and every supermarket or fruit market that I visit,
    like they are coming from a single source right…?
    but,
    packed with so much flavor and crunch,
    some sweeter than sugar,
    some sour like granny smith used to make pies and tarts,
    a good piece of apple looks beautiful,
    is firm to touch,
    and has no visible indentation that you can feel with your hands…

    With this,
    the prompt of this day comes to an end,
    my top five favorite fruits…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A night that’s dark,
    darker are these thoughts,
    pitch black like tar,
    feels like there isn’t a tomorrow,
    just like there wasn’t a yesterday’s morning.

    On this pitch-black night,
    walks with me my shadow,
    I see it,
    when a speck of moonlight tries to reach this body,
    as soon as I turn this head,
    I see it escaping.

    On this dark night,
    I walk these streets unknown,
    unknown to who’s following me,
    I walk with fear within this heart…
  • Overcoming Social Media Addiction: Small Steps

    Overcoming Social Media Addiction: Small Steps

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing really well…!

    There is a need for each and every one to improve themselves,
    it might be something that is well within your reach or maybe requires some effort,
    maybe a lot of it,
    if you’re starting from zero,
    but that’s how the efforts are made,
    and they give you the fruits of all the time you put in…

    I really wish to be less addicted to things,
    I am very much addicted to social media apps,
    Instagram and such,
    and they have been cutting into my time;

    The time,
    I have to provide towards another aspects of life,
    My family,
    My life
    Friends and other personal aspects of my life,
    there has been nothing but efforts from my side,
    but,
    I cannot afford to give it up too,
    because a lot of work happens there also that’s how we are connected to each other,
    because of many such reasons,
    I cannot give up social media…

    This too being a part of social media,
    but,
    the place that you call home,
    consider home,
    one cannot defame it,
    can they…?

    There are others like,
    lower screen time,
    not using it at all at or before bed time or during eating,
    and many other things like making a reminder of tasks that you have to accomplish during the day,
    making your bed,
    taking the morning walk or the workout;

    and one must do things to move ahead and be a better version of self,
    that’s how we all move ahead…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    With a phone in this hand,
    I watch as things,
    some important,
    other non-important ones pile up:

    On setting reminders and snoozing them from hours on time,
    and after that,
    contemplating the life choices that led to this point,
    I look at the screen,
    a blank one,
    a reminder pops us,
    yet again;

    Take a break,
    scroll the app that you like,
    A sly laughter leaves my face as,
    I go in the balcony and in my hand a light,
    A spark is heard,
    and smoke rises,
    easing my mind…

  • 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..
  • Freedom: A Thought-Provoking Daily Writing Prompt

    Freedom: A Thought-Provoking Daily Writing Prompt

    Daily writing prompt
    What does freedom mean to you?
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    Hey…

    I hope you all are doing well and are safe…!

    This prompt is a good one of the good one,
    because it comes at a time when whole of the world has their eyes on our nation,
    the India-Pakistan at the brink of war,
    the tiff escalating and de-escalating within a span of few hours,
    constant black outs at the border region,
    shells,
    blanks,
    broken drones and such,
    their scraps and some live ones are found here and there…

    Freedom means right to,
    Think,
    Speak &
    Act however one wants,

    ALSO,
    in a state of not being captive or enslaved…

    BUT;
    Doesn’t that mean we have to keep ourselves in check,
    according to the people who are around us too…?

    Look at it from a point where,
    you have to follow HOA rules,
    They aren’t there to make your personal life better,
    But,
    in a collective way they help in taking care of the whole association,
    by setting rules and guidelines to follow,
    NO matter how much it screams a violation of your freedom,
    I MEAN COME ON,
    Trash can outside after 11 am attracts a fine,
    it shouldn’t be outside obstructing view of the property which we paid…?
    HUH???

    But,
    These small rules help keep the value and the look of the property to the max…
    same way,
    Someone cites their freedom,
    for being oppressive towards others,
    owning slaves and the ripple effect that we see even this day Amongst those who owned them…!

    For them,
    Someone who has been oppressed their view of freedom is much different from someone who hasn’t been ;
    But,
    Isn’t that a conversation for some other time…?

    Freedom for a writer and a person who has been expressive means different from someone who has been an introvert and keeps to themselves,
    they have a need to be out and see things various ones from a perspective different from everyone…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A lone bird,
    enjoys freedom.

    It takes flight,
    on seeing the horizon clear and blue,
    as it flaps the wings,
    The crisp sound echoes,
    fluttering for a moment as it gains some momentum,
    within moments the free bird,
    with a free will,
    goes from sitting on a branch,
    to
    gaining height that we can’t reach,
    until its existence is lost,
    moments before it becomes a right tick,
    like we used to in art classes…

    Isn’t this the type of freedom we all once wanted,
    when we were little…?
  • Controversial Opinions: The Impact of Public Figures

    Controversial Opinions: The Impact of Public Figures

    Daily writing prompt
    What public figure do you disagree with the most?
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    Hi….

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    This question comes a time that is so fragile,
    with a fight that goes on the border region,
    turning into a full-blown war as each day proceeds,
    but,
    across this,
    the one who faces all of the heat are those who are in the region of crossfire,
    the people who existed and continue to exist within the 0 to 50 km range of the borders,
    and from their point,
    just existing,
    living their lives has become a problem,
    that won’t go anywhere anytime soon,
    but,
    the reason for this full-blown fight-off,
    the reason that some “terrorists”,
    took innocent lives at a place that apparently had no army presence which it needed to have being the sensitive nature of the territory that it is,
    but
    who had to make sure the enemy presence was there or nor?
    who had to make sure that the army personnel were already present there to ensure safety of the territory and any person who were to be there…

    What,
    do you have any answer than those whom we appointed,
    who became these ministers,
    who are at a place that we consider they achieve to serve,
    but,
    they’re there to fill their pockets,
    the immense greed that takes over their mind and body,
    and,
    let situations like this happen,
    where people like you and I become the one who gets caught,
    loses their lives,
    and then,
    hangs a photo of those whom we lost,
    considered as victims of the war…

    This post became dark really quickly,
    but,
    the type of person one becomes after joining politics,
    no matter how clean or good they are,
    they become the type of evil where things like these become,
    happening that are imminent,
    they can’t ever be avoided,
    But can’t they,
    If precautionary measures would have been there well in advance…?

    A thought…

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    From the comfort of your homes,
    The four walls within which you feel safe,
    The word WAR feels like something that should have already started,
    but,
    For you and me,
    it’s all in the news,
    not something that has bothered us even a single bit…

    But,
    What about those who are involved in it,
    Those who live in the area that has seen shellings,
    their sleep disrupted by constant bombings,
    As they’re awoken by a bomb blasting near them,
    In their vicinity,
    as they try to sleep their way through it all…?
  • Choosing an Unorthodox Career Path

    Choosing an Unorthodox Career Path

    Daily writing prompt
    What is your career plan?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    I guess today’s prompt would work the best with those who are passing their 12th grade exams after which they’ll be going to attend the college of their choice that supports their streams.
    or entering into 11th grade where they have to make a choice between choosing their major,
    It would be between science, commerce or humanities…;

    As for me,
    my story is a really weird one,
    a commerce major,
    who scored in low eighties,
    and the type of education system we have,
    they cherish marks more than the individual’s abilities more,
    being a pass out of one of the better schools in my area,
    everyone had more expectations,
    BUT,
    Something that isn’t stressed is the family’s (WANTS AND DREAMS) to be on with their child’s….

    Choosing an unorthodox career path,
    and getting next to no support from them,
    not as a new found adult,
    but,
    monetary too,
    when I was promised it too,
    just because our dream didn’t align…

    SO,
    long story short,
    taking open courses,
    where i was handed out the syllabus and exams happened once a year without any classes to go to,
    And,
    on securing a bachelor’s degree in commerce all the while working in a family-owned industrial business,
    where working by hand was of utmost importance,
    (TO learn the basic things Because i wasn’t from the field…)

    Alongwith that I found this precious skill of being capable to pen down my thoughts and feelings,
    which has been growing ever since i started…

    So much to career plan,
    this and that…
    😂

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    The feeling that this photo sparks is something that can’t be recreated,
    being there in a place that exists on this earth,
    but even heaven won’t be a match of it.
    My village Panjab,
    the greens of trees and still budding crops,
    The gold of fully ripe wheat takes my heart away,
    the pure white sunlight blessing all of these and helping them in reaching the right color and their ripeness,
    so,
    they shall be ready for harvest…
    A dream comes true
    all of it…
  • 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…?
  • Are You a Leader or Follower? Discover the Truth

    Are You a Leader or Follower? Discover the Truth

    Daily writing prompt
    Are you a leader or a follower?
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    Hey…

    I hope each one of you reading this are doing well…

    This is the first time I disagree with the prompt,
    because there should be both the qualities in a person;

    They should be capable of leading as well,
    and even be quick to follow when they come across a concept that is unknown to them,
    or if you have less information on,

    because all of us are humans,
    we have limits,
    limits to our knowledge and capabilities,
    which makes us different from each other…

    There are times that I’ve led people on with these words,
    giving them vivid stories to read,
    also live in,
    but,
    I was led on by them too,
    when they provided me an insight into a concept that was foreign to me…

    For example,
    A person,
    Whom I cherish,
    told me about her life,
    How her mother separated from their family,
    brutally which led to her forming extreme issues,
    but,
    the story of the said person is coming out of it is so brave,
    that,
    it makes all of the other problems seem small…

    There’s no such thing as being a leader,
    without being a follower first,
    You followed someone footsteps,
    even if you are unaware that you did,
    IT HAPPENED,
    You unknowingly followed and aren’t aware,
    OR
    knowingly followed but choose not to admit,
    because you think it makes you a smaller person….
    BUT;
    the day you admit to this,
    is when the real growth happens…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍