Waakiye

Tag: fantasy

  • Life saving advices to cut screen time…

    Life saving advices to cut screen time…

    How do you manage screen time for yourself?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    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…

    The last one is a big mind thing I know…😭😂

    And I hope these works for someone in need…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • 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”
  • Whisper Collector: A Job for Just One Day

    Whisper Collector: A Job for Just One Day

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?
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    Hey…

    I hope you all are doing well…!

    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 lantern I 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…