Today’s prompt is a long reach not just for me but for any person who writes because we carry a lot of hope with each word we pen down…
With every word we choose, we craft our world, bringing it to your eyes and ears. A Writer’s heartfelt hope is that what we write is so immersive that you can truly step into the shoes of the person we are trying to portray;
And,
When this sort of experience is achieved and the reader lets us know that “It felt like we swapped places with the person in the writing and were able to feel the pain and happiness as their own..”
There’s nothing better for me to hear than this, that a piece of text was immersive enough that it made them(the reader) believe that what they read was real(even if it was fictional..)
Do you feel that there is anything better than people telling you that it felt like they were in the shoes of the person you wrote about…?
Not me…!
Well it depends on person to person what they feel makes them a better writer;
It’s a Sunday and I hope today brings you some peace and happiness, and you open your eyes to your loved ones and embrace them first thing in the morning…
Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
Well I’m not a parent right now and don’t plan on being one anytime soon, but if time and life exists I’d love to have at least one child…!
Well I can share with you two instances,
One being the very first day I started school. I remember it was a Monday and my mother and father drove me to my school where I saw children crying as it was the orientation day and as parents separated from their children they walked back to the school gate with tears streaming down their cheeks, screaming “mumma/papa” whoever they were close with,
But me,
I was completely silent and wished them goodbye too, as I sat on my seat in an empty classroom because many skipped the first day as the children began crying as they came near the school gate;
All in it was a good day, we had fun, learnt new things and that was it for the day, around 12 it was our time to go back home, and I remember tears in my Mother’s eyes as she came to take me back to home and i was happy to see her as we went back home…
Another instance is first day at work…;
It was the middle of August and my father told me to swing by work, to drop off something that they forgot home, and as I arrived at the workplace I greeted him and gave him a file that he forgot, and as I was about to leave he asked me about work..?
And I wanted to know what he meant,
He said Point blank that he wanted me to continue our family business and also study as I got time to which I told him that either it will be work or studies because industrial work requires a strong backbone and working long tireless hours which in fact affect the other 16 hours of your life making you extremely tired and stressed about the next day…
And as I started work I fought a lot with him with myself too, because all of the studies I perused came to a halt and all of my relationships built came to a standstill, because I hadn’t earned anything yet and I was given an ultimatum that they won’t be spending any more money on my studies and I have to work there…
And after learning that a piece of my feelings began to die for my father each day,
But this day that my father is no longer among us I believe that it was the best thing to happen because we bonded over things that made us similar and I got to spend more time with him during his final years with them…
A win-win for the both of us…
Didn’t want to take it to such a negative point but life happens…
Well happy weekend to those who have the days off and enjoy your life to the fullest, hug your kids and tell them you love them…
Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech?
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
Yes, I’ve had a few opportunities to present myself on stage with and without a group;
I presented a speech all alone twice and I had all of the fear before it, legs feeling like jelly, those eyes staring at me like I owe them something, but once in my zone I performed what I had to it was a speech about a religious leader the topic that I picked way back…
Another one was a rather small group that worked in an informal setting a few strangers and a piece of information that we shared and debated it to come to a standard conclusion,;
A mere two person discussion turned into a few people taking their side and my side, it was a topic that has such a deep belief that we all had views on it “God’s existence and his overlooking those who were unfortunate…”
And after the heat of discussion subsided we all had tea and called it a night as we walked away a bit better person, by learning someone’s side and some facts that even changed our beliefs…
There were instances that we had musical performances during schooling too, which were often in groups because they shifted the focus and stress from a single child to the group, which was fun and enjoyable even for the audience because they were a part of us too as they enjoyed it as much as us…
A few instances but they shaped a version that can be traced deviated from a standard path to what it is now expanding forever…
To experiences like these that shape us for the better;
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
The part of routine that I can avoid or skip would be the stress associated with work that constantly looms over my head…
The constant pressure of preparing, of being active and on my toes has broken the foundation that I stand on;
Some days it feels like a break from it would be better,
But returning to it feels like a trap that I exited for a little while,
after seeing clear open skies I have to walk into the cage to be trapped yet again and work within these tubes that trap my existence within them for 10 hours daily…
Well there aren’t many podcasts that I’m in these days but there are a few that bless my ears…
One of the podcasts that I used to listen to was “Violating community guidelines” by Sarah Schauer and Brittany Broski;
I know weird names but they complimented each other and the funny instances on their podcasts were so hilarious that I often laughed out while working making people think that I’ve gone crazy 🤪..
48 episodes discussing the trends on the social media and what went on during the year 2022 and the end of it,
Started in January of ‘22 ending in December of the same year, Ive found myself to go back to it year after year and boost my mood and give me laugh whenever life pins me down…
These days I’m invested in a podcast called Alan watts daily wisdom and yes they’re sharing the timeless teachings of the philosopher Alan watts through ai in his voice to all the world to listen and view too…
Started a month ago and 24 videos in gathering a whopping 108k followers as we speak (on yt) I’ve found it very helpful and informative by giving me insight to live this life better in ways that are often overlooked…
I’m pretty sure most of the world is suffering with this disease of a very long screen time, hooked on Instagram reels, YouTube shorts and videos, clips on TikTok and many more…
Time seem to pass by so quickly when we are hooked on them that it feels unreal;
You started watching them at 10 at night and suddenly it’s 1:30 before you can see the time on the phone which was there all the time…
There are a lot of things that I use to achieve my goal of reducing screen time a few of them are->
Having a separate phone for doing writing without any distractions so that I can focus when otherwise I would find a way to stop writing and doom-scroll Instagram..
Tracking screen time on both my phones just to keep in touch with how much I used a single app and how much I need to cut back…
Presetting a timer on each app which I use a lot for example I set a timer for an hour on Instagram which is a lot less from 4-5 hours which used to happen without knowing…
Trying to avoid using phones for the first few hours I usually wake up and pen my ideas or any dreams that I had, which makes all of it interesting as it boosts my writing skills and also imaginative skills which help me remember what happened in my dream world…
And at last, I keep my phones a bit away from me like for charging away from me when I have free time so I’d have to walk to it to get it as I’m on my bed, which cuts the interest in getting up and grabbing it a bit more…
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…
This question had me bugging as soon as I logged in on the app last night, a job that i would do just for a day, a single day, and never again, never ever again…
I was thinking about being a WHISPER Collector;
Imagine being a wall, a bench in a secluded spot, a crack in a wall, an old Tyre that has been sitting, or even a dark alleyway…
And from each of them, oozing soft whispers, that come to your ear, in the voice of those people who aren’t there anymore…
Imagine hearing someone confess their secrets;
Someone telling how much they love the person who is moving infront of them, and within whispers you hear, the soft voice of the person moving infront of them, telling the alleyway how much they love them and want to be with them forever…
As you move from the alleyway to the remains of what seems like a playground, You start to hear crackle of children, their laughter, and from them seeps voices of few parents who brought their kids to the playground, as I go past the swings, and reach a big swirling slide, from there i heard, crackling of happy children, Amongst them a sad voice,
in a sad voice “Have to go, dad has to go to work, we’ll be back tomorrow” in a crying voice…!
I wish they did meet tomorrow, or escaped to safety safely…
Tears streaming down my face, this has to be something that should be done only once, and once only as, the screams of those who lost their lives started to come to these ears…
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
With a lanternI was handed, told in a voice stern to walk through the night.
With the secrets to unfold, in the shadows to move unheard, Each whisper that i heard, shall remain in my head forever.
The regret of lost, the silent ones, and those who didn’t make it, Amongst those whose voice, traveled from far a places, to reach my ear with a sense of relief, in a bittersweet way a soft smile stays, on this face saddened with grief…
Waakiye 