Tag: life

The True Value of Retirement: Family and Fulfillment

Daily writing prompt
How do you want to retire?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

I hope this new week,
that all of you started is blessed with positivism,
and a learning experience that helps you develop,
(In a positive direction…)

Also,
today’s prompt,
comes at a time when all,
literally all of us think about it almost all of the time,
also, for those who brought us into the world,
our parents who also deserve much needed retirement and peace,
in their ever-running life…

Well,
there are many who have a dream of having a buttload of money,
and with that having all of the riches,
all of the things needed in this life,
waiting for your disposal,
but,
of what is the worth those things,
which only come in your life after all you have done is struggle all your life,
spending time away from your loved ones,
in order to spend the last few with them…?

Instead,
I’d rather have a house that has a family,
my family in which there are people who I can call mine,
my children and their children,
and we live in a big house all together..

In the evening as I return to the home,
I am wished by my grandkids,
and their happy faces which make my day much better,
as my children and their s/o’s return from their place of work,
I’m there present at home,
and wait their return…

All of us,
have dinner,
as we are sitting,
on a table that is big enough for our family and the Grandkids too,
as and we are done with the dinner,
we go out and take a walk in out garden Infront of our house,
as I am in the arms of my beloved,
as I stare into her eyes,
and the moon,
as we sit on the bench when we feel a bit tired,
and the walk home as we are surrounded by the kids that call us Daadi and dada( Grandma and grandpa)…

Isn’t that one of the life’s best treasures…?

Having a home full of people,
waiting for your return,
instead of earning everything fast and crashing hard early,
but,
building a life that is enjoyable even till the very end…?

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

With a wish,
that originated from deep within,
A dream to exist,
exist to see the faces of those,
who will call us,
Call us their grandparents…

As we progress,
go beyond ages,
And from that we learn,
learn the meaning,
As we look at happy faces that shine,
shine when they see their grandkids…

All of the worries,
All of the pain,
Appears to subside,
vanish into thin air,
as soon as they are seen,
or their happy faces are remembered,
and their sweet laughter comes to these ears…

A wish,
a wish it seems to be,
Making this life,
this sad miserable life worth surviving…

“A life worth living…”

16/06/2025
Cherishing My Oldest Daily Companion

Daily writing prompt
What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

I hope the weekend is going well,
and you wake up well rested,
this morning and don’t have the buzz from the last night…

The oldest thing that I own and use…
It will be one of my oldest devices that i still use to this day,
the trusty Samsung S7 edge,
its been used ruggedly ever since it came into my hand,
in the late 2016…

It’s been something that I’ve cherished,
loved and bought with real passion and discussion with those in my surroundings,
and when I got it in my hand,
it felt like I held a cherished treasure,
for which I worked really hard,
(Well not really…),
but,
it was one such passion that I had,
and it was the one thing that was with me,
Everywhere I went,
and whenever I needed it was there for me…

That was the one device where all of this started,
like,
my writing,
all of my beginnings are a part of that device,
where I started all of this from scratch,
and all of it is a journey from nothing to something to whatever I am today…

With that being said,
it’s still with me,
and on it I am playing the tracks that I love through a speaker,
which brings out fresh feelings as this harsh sunny morning curses us…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

After spending night,
with adequate and sleepless,
I found,
my cherished phone to be my partner…

Through thick and thin,
the ups and downs,
welcoming a new member,
And a few of them passing away,
it was always there with me…

The first crush and its addressing of my feelings
the cues that I saved on my phone,
became the helping hand for me,
as I flipped it,
to see what I had to say as my words fumbled…

But,
that same became a helping hand when I was,
When I was all alone,
within this world,
within this mind I was trapped,
without a single clue,
as I prepared a document,
citing my untimely end,
and how it was no-one’s blame,
or everyone’s but mine,
and now when I look at it,
a sensible chuckle stays on this face…

“Crazy times”

15/06/2025
A Cherished Moment: Coffee with My High School Crush

Daily writing prompt
Describe one of your favorite moments.
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

After battling fever,
the intense body pain,
that went up to my head,
and down to my toe,
like a continuous flow of blood,
this day has brought peace,
and with it,
a sense of relief…

SO,
here I am answering,
yet again a prompt,
that forces to think,
think beyond,
time and the world that we live in…

One of my favorite moment,
is reliving the day when I met my first crush after a long time,
like 5 years long time,
when I forgot all about it,
by pushing it in the back of my mind,
and forcing it with responsibilities and problems of the family,
until,
that day…

The day I saw them,
traveling all alone,
with an extreme look of dread and tiredness on their face,
I was boarding the same train going the same direction as they were,
I gently said to them,
“Life has had you by the neck hasn’t it…?”
I already had an excuse planned as I wore an earphone in the right ear,
if they thought,
I was making fun of them,
but,
on seeing me,
those eyes shined up…

They raised their hand,
and asked me,
how I’ve been,
after telling them I’m well,
and on asking if they were doing good..?
they gave me a spin,
does it look like I’m doing well,
A wrinkled white shirt,
which was coming out of their back,
and a face that can only be described,
by intense stress, pain and tiredness…

So,
I asked them,
for a coffee,
because the shop was right next to the platform,
(Delhi residents know what I’m talking about…)
So,
we sat down,
ordering two,
and on asking if they needed something to eat with it,
After I already ordered a brownie slice and two pre-packed cookies,
and as we began discussing things…

Family and their well-being,
the people they’re still connected to,
the work life or its balance,
which I felt was nonexistent,
or something that was new in their life…?

After a while,
our coffees came and we began sipping it,
and then I realized,
The dream that I had,
way back,
like years back,
came true that day…

We are sitting together,
having coffee,
discussing our present and the near future,
thinking all of this was a dream,
I pinched myself on my thigh,
and guess what,
it was a reality,
where we,
my high school crush and I,
were happy,
sitting and having coffee…

And they brought a brownie,
steaming it was,
and with a dollop of French-vanilla ice-cream,
as they remembered,
didn’t you make brownies once we had a project together in a group,
and you brought it with you to a common friend’s place…?

Oh yes,
I do remember,
The taste of it still lingers on my mind,
even though they were not warm,
but,
they were to die for,
I think,
Almost all of us remember the taste,
because it was something that was not popular back then,
but,
like really,
it was something else…

As we began taking a bite,
and finishing the coffee,
telling each other our hardships and good things,
as we got up,
she headed towards the counter to pay for it,
unknown I had already done that,
(just like I used to in school time…)

As we headed out,
Handing her a tissue,
to clean the corner of the lip which had some chocolate from the brownie,
as she took it and began cleaning it,
looking just as beautiful as the day i last saw her in school…

As the train came and we boarded it,
Telling her,
the station I am supposed to get down is just the next one,
and she stays a few stations down the line,
thinking I didn’t have anything to do,
I told her,
I’ll drop her off to her station and catch a returning one…

Shyly she agreed,
as we talked about things we loved,
before we could begin another conversation,
her station was here,
as she pulled me with her hands around my arm,
as the train was about to close,
as we walked down the steps and,
I watched her go,
turning often,
and waving me bye…

After she disappeared from my sight,
I began my journey back home..

One of the most favorite moments that I ever had…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

And,
just like that,
I saw,
A familiar face…

A memory,
a few years that were spent together,
were lived within a few seconds,
in which it was all happenings,
all were her memories…

Some were happy some were sad,
As we relived them once again,
and another dream of mine,
a coffee with her,
without any disturbances…

There were none,
none that would disrupt our peace,
our time,
as we discussed,
tiredness of the whole day,
just whooshing away in thin air,
as we drank our coffee and shared a brownie…

The way back home,
looking into those eyes,
I saw something that was still there,
a memory and a spark that we shared,
unknown to it,
she shared her details,
as she tapped her phone to mine,
and within a moment,
we were connected yet again…

“A Day that felt like a dream”

14/06/2025
Understanding Human Instincts: A Day of Reflection

Daily writing prompt
What notable things happened today?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

Well,
there is nothing notable about today,
because I’m writing this as fever spikes yet again,
and,
my whole body feels like it’s been wringed out like a wet cloth,
to remove excess water…

All in,
I’m spending another day at home,
feeling extremely tired,
incapable of moving,
but,
here I am writing this at 11:25 am,
on a hot day of June,
and its 13th and a Friday…

The most notable thing that happened today was a conversation,
with my mom,
as She sat with me and brought me the morning coffee,
(For which I’m forever grateful…)

This wasn’t the usual conversation,
like how I was feeling,
or,
is there something that I needed,
but,
we were discussing a scenario…

“How,
all of us are hardwired to have the instinct,
when we are supposed to be fed as a kid,
(mother’s milk),
and the science that goes behind it,
and after that,
the conversation shifted to Procreation…

“How it is a natural instinct,”
even when someone is physically disabled or not mentally sane,
they still have a wish,
a yearning to be held,
touched,
caressed,
and their feelings met,
and to portray them in a way that’s appealing to your s/o,
or someone you’re seeing…

And somewhere along the lines the conversation went downhill,
it shifted to how,
when those needs aren’t met,
they’re replaced by violent tendencies,
where we see,
woman/girls being 🍇,
just because they saw someone walking along,
which seemed an easy target…

But,
I interjected,
that all of the focus and blame has been shifted to the wrong gender ;
How,
all of it happens when we tell the female gender to cover themselves up,
from head to toe,
and even after that,
they become victims,
so
we are clearly blaming and correcting the wrong gender,
when a push and an effort is needed to make the change in the mindset of men,
and when that happens,
we can start to see a change in the environment that,
has been corrupted so much.

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

A cup of coffee,
and discussions beyond,
beyond the grasp of timid mindsets,
where a mother makes a change,
to introduce to the child,
a concept that’s widespread yet wrongly understood…

Over the cup of coffee,
we discussed,
the faults within,
a need to reform the mindset,
and from that,
we find,
the original source of fault…

“Coddling those,
whose actions were to be punished…”
but,
without a clue,
the entire blame was shifted,
to her clothes,
to her advances,
to her ignoring
things that happened in the surroundings,
and when,
something horrible happened,
all of its happening,
the stalking to,
her rejecting,
to his taking it on his image,
to doing the worst thing possible…

“All of it,
Becomes her fault…”

13/06/2025
Why Writing and Gaming Define My Passion

Daily writing prompt
What are you passionate about?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

Well,
I am not,
recovering from a fever that went down last night,
and flared back up this morning,
and this afternoon after waking as the power went off..
THRICE,
In a matter of couple hours,
sweating myself off,
and now,
its 2:33 as I’m writing this one,
still feeling sleepy,
and waiting for light to come back on,
so,
I can upload this one in peace…

And now,
the things that I’m passionate about…

Have you ever seen someone,
do something that they’re passionate about,
they don’t,
They cannot give a single thought about who or what they’re surrounded by,
it would be a chest full of treasure,
and they won’t bat an eye…

That is something called as being passionate..

Well,
the only thing that I’m more passionate about after this writing is Gaming…

Do you believe when you see a full gown adult,
following gaming as his passion,
it seems cringe to many from all walks of life..

I’ve seen people call me crazy and tell me,
I’m just wasting my money when I save for something like an upgrade of a part,
or simply save to buy a game that will be coming out soon,
but,
when people see this,
hear about this,
all they imagine is a child,
whose clicking clacking at the remote or the keys of the keyboard…

But,
all of this comes after writing,
all things,
people and their conversations too,
are put on hold,
once I’m writing something,
or planning to write something,
no matter how simple or trivial it may sound,
when I sit down to write its,
me with mu notes app or a pen and pad that stays with me,
all alone,
and with that,
I can actually be my true and real self…

My two passions,
writing and gaming…

(Well most of the time is spend saving for the second one,
but,
all’s good that brings me peace,
from within…
Ain’t it…?)

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍
(Won’t be making poems for the time being as they require my full attention and light just came on,
and I’m feeling sleepy yet again..)

Thanks for tuning in..

🤍🤍🤍

12/06/2025
Seasons of Change: Embracing Life’s Phases

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite season of year? Why?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

A little late I’m starting to write the prompt of the day,
because of the fever that I got last evening,
but,
everything happens for a reason doesn’t it…?

Do you remember being a child,
and having summer vacations,
there was nothing better than that ever,
you were free (well technically),
from studies,
you used to visit places of relatives,
have planned outings,
and very much enjoyed the life,
but,
as soon as you got out of school,
you started to work or went to start jobs,
they became the polar opposite…?

Summer season was the favorite when we were a child…

As we start our college,
and we find company that is there to stay forever,
we attend lectures bunk many of them,
and find love in each other’s company,
and within all this we find someone who makes us complete,
for whom we think of spending this life,
the whole life,
and when we go out during winter break,
to blow off steam during the calm winters to the hills,
we find a different version of self,
where we act as adults,
drinking,
being a version of self-that’s new,
even to us,
we find peace and embrace this,
all of this,
and when we witness this,
it makes us feel the snowy winters are the best,
as those were spent with a company that is never forgotten,
and those late-night conversations with glass half full,
with memories in each sip…

Those cold winter mornings were your favorite,
when you became a new adult…

As we age,
seasons change,
and we find things that we love and hate,
but all of this happens,
only when growth takes place,
when we grow from a place,
from here to there to where we belong,
and to a place that waits for our arrival…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

11/06/2025
Exploring Luxuries: Perspectives and Realities

Daily writing prompt
What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?
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Hi…

I hope all of you are doing well…

A luxury I can’t live without,
Hmm,
it really got me thinking,
what are the luxuries that I own and use on a daily basis…

Then the question comes,
what are the things that you consider luxuries,
do you consider a car or a bike to be luxury,
or do you consider a laptop or a phone to be a luxury,
do you consider the roof over your head to be a luxury or
you consider all of the above things that are basic of the basic things…?

Where I’m from,
having a roof over your head is a luxury,
but,
having a car or a bike isn’t;

having a laptop or a phone isn’t a luxury,
but,
having enough money to eat daily is a luxury…

What do you think the division of power is?
when one side is dying to barely afford 3 meals,
and the other generate many times as waste,

One side doesn’t get even the basic of necessities,
like water and a place to bath and relieve themselves,
but,
The other has all of these things readily available at their disposal,
whenever they want to;

This type of thinking that sees a stark difference and is willing to make an observation,
and an effort to expose those who oppress and keep them in conditions similar,
even after working many times compared to others,

This becomes a luxury in my case,
As I see and try to make an effort to those who suffer unnecessarily,
by helping them,
those who want to be helped,
and show a genuine need and want to be helped,
to be pulled out of this cycle that their generations were trapped in…

A luxury that comes when a silent observant being,
sees and processes things differently,
when others,
they just go and lower their head or avert their eyes to not see,
all the wrong that goes on…

MAYBE YOUR LUXURY AND MY LUXURY DIFFERS VASTLY,
AND THAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US…!?

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

A wish,
in hope a child,
from a family that isn’t well off,
imagines…;

A room,
an entire room full of toys,
as he stares into a passerby’s home,
a family that is loving and caring,
he imagines,
Is all of this his fault…?

Is this his fault,
being born,
born in a family that works so hard,
yet,
earns so little,
is this his fault…?

Is this dream of a room,
a room as big as his house,
in which four others live,
is this his fault…?

As he sees the crib,
in which the child probably sleeps,
as big as the broken and unkempt TV stand that we have,
which doesn’t even cover a third of the room,
Is all of this my fault…?

Being born in a family that’s ridden with debt,
a child,
another one,
that they brought into this world,
to curse,
to push into something,
that isn’t even remotely as close as living good,
where diseases are widespread and making past 10 is a blessing,
is,
is being born,
being born in these conditions,
in this situation,
my fault…?

“A blame no-one will take…”

10/06/2025
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”

07/06/2025
Why I Chose the Name Waakiye: A Personal Reflection

Daily writing prompt
If you had to change your name, what would your new name be?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

The prompt still going crazy as usual,
but,
this one has me look into the old usernames and the alternate sites that I went through,
being a sort of different name and a different vibe that I brought there…

One of the sites that I uploaded my content to,
shut down this year in April,
and I began writing on it late ’22,
so almost 3 years of my content was there,
and there I went by a name that was randomly given to me,
on adding my details,
and that name still sticks to me,
As people who became close to me,
still call me by that name…

Whereas,
this name,
Waakiye
is much thought on,
decided with care and thoughts that go beyond normal,
A single word that has multiple meaning beyond languages,
It’s meaning much different as we travel across borders,
and get a different meaning each and every time,
Hence the considerations before coming at this..

The real name that I carry,
From birth,
there’s no such thing as pure and serene as that,
so,
there’s no changing that,
and the name that you all recognize me by here,
Stays on forever…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

A word,
a name,
that lives forever becomes the game…

For years upon years,
I tumbled,
and got humbled,
within a few years,
I found myself,
A name with limited excel…

A presence of which I became a seeker,
and traveled far lands,
caught within these walls,
called the mind…

So I sought,
one day,
the writing,
these lines,
these sentences,
these (Waakiye)…

They’ve been,
and will be,
from the very beginning,
till the end of me…

“A worthy name….”

06/06/2025
Conquering the Fear of Death: Insights and Reflections

Daily writing prompt
What fears have you overcome and how?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

There are constant fears that stay on this mind,
bugging it,
making it worry unnecessarily,
by taking a good chunk of mind and its processing…

Imagine you’re at work,
and a random thought comes and interrupts your thinking,
sometimes it comes when you’re sitting at your desk,
or in a meeting,
explaining a presentation,
that can be make and break type thing,
But,
being human,
there are many things whose answers are unknown to us,
till yet,
even with all of the advancements,
in the fields of science and technology…

The question in question…
“The Paralyzing fear of death and what follows…”

The question whose answer is unknown and shall remain until the near future,
but,
seeing many from my family taken up by it,
and making numerous trips to places like Haridwar,
where remains of the deceased are taken and scattered as per our rituals,
but,
there’s something that even that fails to answer..

WHY,
WHY DO WE DIE…?

The fear stays as we watch our elders grow weak,
their movements,
their agility take fall,
they aren’t as strong as they used to be,
but,
it feels like they are using their remainder,
to live,
and within a few more years they’ll be using their reserve too,
and after that,
when we will reach a stage where,
their existence will be replaced by us,
and our young ones and the cycle shall continue forever…

Maybe,
the day we are supposed to leave and go back to the constant,
the non-existence of life,
or a free space where we reside permanently away from the cycle of life or death,
our departure is calculated at the very beginning,
so is our birth at the time of our conception,
but away from it all,
where we live without this fear,
the constant fear of running out of time…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

Maybe,
just maybe,
this is how it feels…?

A path that’s darkened,
with a door that stays open,
waiting for our return,
waiting to come back to a place that we left,
those whom we left…

Maybe a few moments have passed,
as they inquired my whereabouts,
where have i been,
and with a smirk,
I reply,
I was just here,
went out for a breather…

And,
just like that i lived a life,
entirety of it,
within a few moments,
and no-one batted an eye,
as we continued to sit in that room,
staring at the walls,
occasionally talking,
letting out a sigh,
and someone leaving the room,
returning after a few minutes,
with changed expressions…

Some faces had dread,
some were epitome of happiness,
some were neutral,
and some had fear that resembled a loss of life or,
a broken bone or a severed limb,
waiting for their turn yet again…

On this floor,
a big hall with uncountable rooms on this side and other side too,
stretching as far as eyes can see,
with a lift on one side that goes on floors wherever there’s room,
last i checked as i went to get a breather,
it was returning from floor 1618…

“A cycle just like this”

02/06/2025