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  • 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…
  • Finding Time for Oneself: A Personal Story

    Finding Time for Oneself: A Personal Story

    Daily writing prompt
    Who would you like to talk to soon?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Have you ever looked at a topic and thought,
    Huh?
    There are many who have given up on talking to me,
    despite all of the efforts,
    made from my side to reach them out,
    knowing I haven’t made time for myself,
    in the past couple of years,
    Yes; Years,
    I’ve been running on autopilot for the past couple of years,
    trying to manage everything,
    friends,
    family,
    relations,
    and,
    Business too…

    But,
    never in all those years I’ve got a call,
    I’ve got a message,
    never got a reminder,
    never got nothing to prove that they worry about my being,
    (not my well-being🥲)
    SO,
    would I even ask those,
    from whom I’m a message away,
    to get into a conversation again,
    knowing all the efforts will be made from my side,
    and ultimately,
    it will be my fault to give up or end the conversation,
    because I didn’t carry it…

    So,
    My answer to this one would be,
    “MYSELF”…

    I would like to have a conversation,
    with myself,
    because I haven’t got the time,
    even after all of these years,
    I’ve made for myself tasks that I have to do on the regular,
    But,
    those are without any reward,
    or any benefit for myself (at present),
    but,
    this constant pressure to achieve,
    to do things without any fixed goal,
    or something that I can count on,
    And that too for G0d knows how many years,
    and for many more to come…

    I’d love to sit down with myself,
    and have a conversation with myself on things that bug me,
    worry me,
    and things that bring relief,
    and one day I will,
    one day….

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    On a lone road,
    yet again,
    again,
    on the same path that goes towards a place
    I call home…

    But,
    what for,
    what is it that I do this all for?
    who do I do it all for?
    Is there something for me to gain,
    Is there something for me to learn,
    Is there something for me to become,
    become someone who will be there for everyone,
    take fall for everyone around,
    but,
    What about…..?

    What about the person who became a support system,
    one who is there to provide an ear,
    listen to all your problems,
    Does,
    do his problems even matter…?

    Or,
    he’s better off as support,
    bottling it all in,
    taking support of things that help him cope,
    the cup in this hand,
    a lit cigarette in other,
    as smoke rises,
    just like the problems,
    when he’s under…..

    THE “INFLUENCE”
  • The Importance of Personal Keepsakes in Our Lives

    The Importance of Personal Keepsakes in Our Lives

    Daily writing prompt
    What personal belongings do you hold most dear?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    I’ve become a fan of the prompts these days,
    they ask such intricate questions with such precise clear-cut words,
    That it feels out of this world…

    The reason it is so intricate for me is because,
    we are often told not to brings things so close to our hearts,
    that if one day you were to part (G0d forbid) from them,
    the pain won’t ever be enough,
    to take your life with itself…

    The adamant rule of,
    (Dil par nahi lagaa’na or Dil par mat lena),
    Don’t take it on your heart (translations),
    has saved me G0d knows how many times,
    and it will till the end of me…

    But,
    we are only human Afterall,
    aren’t we?
    we take things to our heart,
    and when time comes,
    it takes a piece of it (our heart),
    with it…

    Coming back to the prompt,
    personal belongings that I hold dear,
    to myself,
    there are many that I hold with care and utmost importance,
    and they have a special place for me in my heart,
    that make me want to continue,
    whenever I feel like I’m falling off,
    or,
    about to…

    One of them is a very old notebook,
    from my school days,
    where all of this took birth,
    the essence of Waakiye,
    or the birth of it,
    I often find myself scrolling through,
    some of the raw emotions that I wrote,
    when all of this wasn’t even in my wildest dreams,
    but,
    The urge and a want to express what roamed this vast land of my mind,
    it was there forever,
    and thanks to consistency of that child,
    and never stopping the scribbling,
    he turned into a person that loves to write,
    even if everything is going against,
    out of control…

    Another one,
    is a collection of photos,
    that keeps me grounded.

    Reminds me of something that I did,
    of irreversible nature,
    and the type of thing that haunts me some nights,
    but,
    it gives me a proof of something that we all fear,

    “THE FEAR OF DEATH ITSELF…”

    that thing ended a great suffering,
    and a time that we don’t wish on an enemy or their family,
    But,
    we went through,
    endured all the sufferings,
    and welcomed the future with open arms,
    even if we were broken,
    shattered from within,
    we still lived,
    lived to see the next day,
    day after that,
    and we will see this day too…

    To better days and,
    things that remind you of who you were,
    and what shape you shall take tomorrow,
    an unknown reality welcomes you…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    In the distance I saw,
    I saw a being,
    a version of self,
    in a place that I could have been…

    Being on the support of others,
    not able,
    notable of something like a madman,
    who lost it,
    lost it all…

    There wasn’t any other option,
    but,
    to stand tall,
    be a shadow to those who were now dependent,
    and be a support system for those,
    who still don’t believe of the happening,
    and yet,
    here we are,
    enduring it yet again,
    this day,
    just like yesterday,
    like it happened yesterday,
    like a film all of it plays,

    BUT,
    THERE WASN’T ANY OTHER OPTION…

  • 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 Dual Nature of Winter: Joys and Struggles Revealed

    The Dual Nature of Winter: Joys and Struggles Revealed

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you feel about cold weather?
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    Hey…

    I hope you all are doing well…

    The cold weather brings out a lot of hidden,
    trapped feelings,
    and memories of things and incidents that happened,
    the last year,
    or somewhere along the winter season…

    I don’t know how,
    but this body remembers,
    each and every thing that happened,
    even if my memories give up on me,
    there are some things that subconscious remembers,
    maybe keep tabs on,
    to play those memories year after year again….

    Being from the country of such a diversity,
    winters are never spent in boredom,
    we spend our evenings chomping on things,
    that might not be healthy in the long run,
    Gajar ka halwa (Carrot pudding for the international readers),
    jalebi ‘s (An Indian version of funnel cake),
    and
    Saag (Spinach stew),
    the last one is one of my favorites,
    which is made in big pots and goes on for days maybe a week,
    it doesn’t last that long in an Indian household,
    but,
    Acquired taste is a thing and with age comes such a palate,
    which is actually good and nutritious for the health…

    This is all the positives,
    but,
    We have to talk about the negatives too,
    the seasonal depression,
    the memories that haunt,
    and the drinking that people pick up…

    Having friends and their plans to sit somewhere,
    to drink and enjoy life and its virtues,
    that becomes a common thing in my country,
    so,
    these types of things rise,
    and the consequences of such actions too…

    Overall,
    it becomes a good time that can be enjoyed by all,
    with a mix of bad things that go hand in hand…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Chaotic relation between work and home life: A deeper look

    Chaotic relation between work and home life: A deeper look

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you balance work and home life?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    This prompt feels like a personal attack,
    And I hope it doesn’t feel like to anyone else ever,
    But,
    the nature of the topic chosen this day;
    woosh…

    The existence of two lives feels a foreign concept when you are a business owner,
    you can’t say no to a client,
    even if they call after hours,
    because this can be an opportunity to gain an edge over the competitors,
    who are working hard with a much higher manpower,
    and here we are,
    trying to survive,
    By managing job-work that client brings in,
    also producing our own product,
    ….
    all of this becomes a medley of chaos,
    as I have to prepare the material that we have to work on,
    to get finally paid by the client…

    My work day starts as soon as I close this blog,
    As I get ready to leave for work,
    and my work carries on till 8 -8:30 in the evening,
    and then comes a forty-five-minute drive,
    on a good day 25 minutes,
    and as i am returning home,
    I have to pick up necessities,
    which takes ma an additional half an hour,
    so,
    I’m at home around 9-9:30 Ish in the evening,

    Guess the work and personal life balance…?
    (The cherry on top,
    my working days go on until Sunday,
    and my weekly off is on Monday,
    yes,
    you heard it right,
    Monday,
    When everyone is dragging themselves to work,
    I am chilling at my crib…)

    Would you call this a balanced work and home life…?

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    The work that goes into work,
    making things work,
    has to take a toll on someone,
    and that becomes me,
    worries about our targets,
    timely delivery,
    and coordinating with those
    who are involved in the process…

    Often I find myself,
    crushed,
    broken beyond repair,
    these clothes are dirty,
    these hands are blacked like metals,
    dust that goes in the air,
    oil smudges here,
    grease stains there,
    but,
    working this life,
    this black life,
    like steel by heating it,
    quenching it to provide strength,
    and then tempering to finally be able to work under pressure…


    This life is a pill,
    that’s hard to swallow,
    and hurts often,
    passing through the esophagus,
    like it has thorns akin to roses,
    but,
    when this tired body hits the bed,
    To take much needed sleep,
    to self it feels like a much deserving break;

    Not far from these are thoughts that haunt,
    when sleep breaks in the night,
    and all the thoughts come at once,
    A haunting…
  • 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…