Waakiye

Tag: life

  • Being rich at heart…

    What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

    22/05/2026@Waakiye

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    After a few rounds of physiotherapy, multivitamins and restricting my movements,
    There is some relief in the pain in my neck;

    Which will extend well into the next week and I hope by the time I’m done I can get my movement back and there is no more pain in my neck after I’m done here…!

    Other than that;

    Delhi’s heat has taken a toll on all of us here,
    You cannot think of stepping out in even as early as 11 in the morning because it gets extremely hot;

    So hot that even the cats that came to eat food at our business premises have refused to,
    even if they might have refused to come outside during the day,
    I still put food in a tray next to a small bowl of water before leaving at night…!

    And to my surprise both the bowl and tray are empty in the morning which makes me happy,
    Even if it’s the street dog that eats it;

    Maybe I’ll start putting it on the ledge where cats can sit and eat easily…!

    Something I’ll try this evening…!

    Coming back to the prompt

    Legacy I want to leave behind…

    This question right here is a broad one and in essence it asks us a simple question;

    How do you want people to remember you by…?

    I want people to think I was a good person and someone who helped everyone to the max….

    The monetary and other things come later when you skip the human nature and in essence when you overlook the type of person…!

    When you look at it from a perspective that praises money earned or the wealth collected by pushing other under the bus;

    it becomes evident that we are looking at the wrong thing and which only praises the class that a person belongs to and how much money he has…!

    Before being a person who was rich money wise;

    I’d be happy if I were a person who would be associated with a rich heart and someone who would look after others…!

    Considering the aspect of writing and bringing to all of the people the perspective that are visible yet hidden from their eyes would be something that I’d like to be associated with;

    Because this writing and thinking about things have made me who I am today and I hope I can carry this forward;

    Until I can…!

    A legacy known for helping others and bringing perspective to life that are otherwise unknown to you;

    Which helps you shape your life and spark change helping you grow…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Ostracised out of my family because of my husband’s drinking

    Ostracised out of my family because of my husband’s drinking

    (Part-3)

    I don’t remember falling asleep,
    only thing I remember is staring at that fan and its rotation,
    and,
    a thick layer of aloe gel on the left side of my face,
    which helped me numb the pain and remove a bit of redness that
    covered the left half of my face…!

    I remember having a dream where I was in my childhood home,
    and in it everything was right…!
    Both my mom and dad,
    and my brother were alright…!

    One day my dad returned home at night after very heavy drinking,
    and,
    it made me realise the same thing that happened with me;

    But,
    it was never that he raised his hand on mum,
    or on me,
    Whenever he drank,
    he came home ate some food and fell asleep;

    He didn’t bother anyone,
    he didn’t beat anyone,
    he didn’t even raise his voice against anyone,
    All he did was come home,
    have his dinner and fell asleep,
    I didn’t see mom covering her face with makeup to hide something,
    or even try to look for ointment anywhere…!

    So,
    why me?
    I thought to myself and made myself mad in my dream,
    before it was about to be a happy and peaceful morning in my dream,
    I woke up on our bed in my room,
    and there was a voice,
    a dangerous and angry one,
    Asking me something,
    before I could get a grasp of what was happening around me,
    all of a sudden someone tug my hair,
    not a single tassel,
    but as much as they could fit in a fist,
    and I was pulled off our bed…!

    The screams started as my eyes opened and it was Ravi who pulled me off the bed and into the kitchen;
    He didn’t say anything,
    he just left me there,
    and walked off towards our bedroom,
    On rubbing my tears and after a whole
    minute of sitting on the kitchen floor like a baby cat who was beaten,
    I was shivering,
    crying,
    trying to get a grasp of what was happening,
    before I could get what was going on he came in the kitchen once again and asked me to cook him some food…!

    To which all I could do was sob and sob,
    until he kicked me…!

    He kicked me on the right side of the body as I was sitting in a fetal position with my back against the wall,
    He kicked me and it hit me in my right arm,
    and another one on my calf…!

    I screamed,
    At the top of my lungs and he stared for a second,
    and,
    after that he leaped forward,
    and put his hand over my mouth as to stop me from screaming;

    The pain had started to radiate from the places where he hit me now;

    He made me shut up by pressing his hand on my mouth,
    forcing me to breathe from my nose,
    and,
    he was reeking of alcohol;

    At that time I wondered,
    did he drink or spray himself with alcohol,
    but,
    the pain took all of my thoughts away…!

    And I accepted my fate of dying in that kitchen…!

    A woman’s life destroyed by alcohol and its abuse,

    part three where she is beaten, woken up from her sleep and told to serve food to her drunk husband;

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Broken bones and ruptured muscles…!

    Broken bones and ruptured muscles…!

    Have you ever broken a bone?

    20/05/2026@Waakiye

    Hey…!

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    This will be a late upload,
    (Literally the next day…😅)
    but,
    A lot happened last night and I made a post about it tagged below ⬇️

    Last night I was truly alone…!

    It got late last night as I fell asleep around 1:20 in the morning after thinking and contemplating life and its aspects…!

    An empty home is a weird one,
    it makes you re-live all of the memories and experiences that you have had with the person who isn’t there anymore,
    and,
    It makes you feel weirded out,
    sad and almost on the verge of tears;

    Enough said,

    That is what I felt last night,
    and it was bad,
    because it felt like it was never going to be over,
    until I thought about it over and over and felt asleep thinking about it…!

    Coming back to the prompt…!

    Broken bones and ruptured muscles…

    If today’s prompt strictly asks about broken bones it’s something that I have faced in this life a few times,

    and if we are talking about ruptured muscles that has happened more than I can count…!

    I’ve had a hairline fracture in my fingers,
    due to sports injuries,
    which would be my ring finger of my right hand and my middle finger of my left hand…!

    A direct impact from basketball to the ring finger made a clean snap in the middle which I thought was nothing until it got swelled up and I then rushed to the doctor and got the diagnosis..!

    The other time it was a cricket ball that landed a direct hit on my middle finger and it was until much later when I was playing badminton and my friend accidentally hit it in the same spot;

    Surging the pain and making it worse Later the diagnosis confirmed the same…!

    If we are talking about ruptured muscles that happens ever more often,

    A bike accident that ruptured my muscles in thigh and knee,
    scraping my legs, hands and my elbows all at the same time…!

    Making it one of the more difficult stages in my life,

    Living and working through the constant pains.
    that took my will to live each day…!

    Other time,

    It was a slip that twisted my knee and caused a pain that lasted years,
    which still comes back every winter,
    no matter how hard I try…!

    Haven’t we all broken a bone somewhere in our lives…?

    To recovery and a life that changes drastically afterwards…!

    Hope you get well soon if you’re enduring a painful experience…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Last night I was truly alone…!

    Last night I was truly alone…!

    The house felt empty,
    after my sister’s marriage,
    The last person staying with us went home yesterday evening…!

    She was the source of chaos,
    that brought some noise in our otherwise silent life,
    which made me happy,
    I hope everyone happy…!

    But,
    last night staring at her empty room,
    with the door open and a single light bulb turned on,
    above her bedside table made me cherish that chaos more…!

    I FaceTimed her,
    and it was at that moment it hit me,
    when she didn’t pick my first call up,
    but,
    a few minutes later she called me back and told me that she was cleaning her bed as they were planning to sleep,
    and her phone was charging on the ground floor where her mother in law was…!

    It felt weird,
    never would I have guessed that I would get an excuse from her,
    but,
    thinking it was the reality and genuinely what happened I asked her to keep her phone nearby,
    and
    guess What she did…!

    She teased me by saying,
    that I was missing her;
    someone who I spent my lifetime with and had with me up until this point and I was missing her;

    I laughed,
    and said,
    you live a few hours of drive away,
    if I were to miss you I’d come and meet you,
    to which she laughed too…!

    Maybe it was our way of telling we missed each other,
    and,
    laughing far away on phone call was the way to go ahead…?

    But,
    I asked her about her well being and if they got a chance to get the TV hooked up how they wanted..?

    To which they said,
    they have called the company to send the guy who will do the installing,
    Which will arrive within 24-48 hours…!

    On hearing that things were going according to how they wanted,
    I was at last assured,
    and,
    asked her,
    how she was feeling in a new house,
    was she able to set herself like one of the family members…!

    To which she said,
    she is trying to put a good impression on them,
    By agreeing to what they say as they are the adults,
    She talks with her mother in law and sister in law and they can’t get enough ever…!

    Father in law and grandmother in law are still an uncharted territory because they belong to the old mindset and they force her to conform to those which she can’t…!

    All in,
    she is living a good,
    and,
    a well life…!

    Out of nowhere she started to say that she misses her sleep;
    And I was on the floor laughing,

    I used to have a few hours of sleep in the afternoon which I can’t here,
    to which I said,
    set your schedule in such a way that you don’t feel a need to sleep;

    To which she said it’s absolutely mandatory,
    the afternoon sleep;

    While talking,
    Her mother in law shouted her name from the first floor to which she said I’ll see what this is about and I’ll call you later…!

    To which I said okay and bye;

    After cutting the call,
    Everything was the same,
    empty room,
    empty hall,
    it was almost midnight and these thoughts kept me up till 1 in the morning…!

    Wondering,
    will we ever be the same…?

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Ostracised out of my family because of my husband’s drinking…!

    Ostracised out of my family because of my husband’s drinking…!

    (part-2)

    On hearing those words from my own mother,
    it felt sad,
    it broke my spirit,
    and,
    it made me feel like I had no one to fall back to…


    G0d forbid,
    if something worse were to happen I shouldn’t call her,
    because she wouldn’t have an answer then too…!

    I thought about giving my brother a call,
    but,
    it would mean even more chaos would happen in our vicinity,
    and our house would become a showcase in our neighbourhood…!

    So I advised myself not to…!


    On gaining some sense of the situation,
    the sound of the tap running made me realise I was wasting water,
    so I closed the tap and watched my face in the bathroom mirror which was right next to the sink;

    And it was red,
    like all of the blood had pooled on the surface,
    and it felt like it would pour out if I left it unattended,
    so,
    I turned on the tap once again and threw some water towards my face and it burned,
    but I went through with it,
    and splashed my face a few more times and the burning sensation numbed after fourth or fifth splash…!

    I remembered I should have some ointment in my medicine box,
    so,
    I went out after closing the tap and switching off the bathroom light…!

    I bolted towards our bedroom,
    and rushed towards the dressing table with the broken mirror,
    And from one of the drawers I pulled out a box which had medicines and ointment…!

    It had two compartments the above one had medicine and the one below had the ointments,
    from it I pulled out an aloe Vera gel and gently applied it while watching my face in that broken mirror…!

    It was a clear representation of what my life had been——
    Broken,
    a streak running down my face,
    reminding me of what I had become in a marriage with a drunkard;

    I tried to gather courage,
    some courage to cook,
    but I was tired,
    on the verge of passing out,
    so I laid on that bed,
    which both of us shared once;


    With a thick layer of aloe gel on the left side of my face,
    I laid there,
    staring at the fan and its rotation,
    not knowing when my eyes closed and I fell asleep…!

    I wish a daughter would never have to go through any of this,
    but sadly,
    This is a reality for many out there…!

    Something we should all be aware,
    and never be proud of,
    A woman beaten just because she doesn’t give money to her husband for drinking…?

    It doesn’t matter if it was given to her by her husband or if it was her hard earned money…!

  • The problem with giving

    The problem with giving

    Can you ever give someone something without a single speck of the feeling that you will get something in return-

    Or something of the same value will return to you someday…?


    Can you give with the intention of never getting anything back?


    And if you can’t,
    Doesn’t that cancel out the idea of giving…?


    Isn’t the act of giving selfless?


    You remove yourself from gaining anything that exists or any positivity that comes from it…!

    It can be a blessing that can come later,
    or,
    somewhere along the life,
    but expecting immediate gains after giving back to society or nature is somewhat of a fools move…!

    Isn’t that what we expect when we go during bad times to our G0d,
    maybe a temple in our vicinity or even one in our home…!

    We ask,
    we demand instant relief from pains that hurt us,
    and,
    we try to bribe a superior being with what we have,
    maybe,
    it’s feeding a people or two,
    or
    putting a set amount in their donation box…!

    The problem that makes us bribe our G0ds,
    to relief our pain and sufferings…!

    An all encompassing G0d,
    that needs no material wealth,
    neither needs food,
    but,
    look at what we do to please him…!

    How you built us,
    oh lord…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Ostracised out of my family because of my husband’s drinking…!

    Ostracised out of my family because of my husband’s drinking…!

    (Part-1)

    I wish I would have known about his drinking habit——
    excessive drinking habit before we were married;

    He drinks to a point where he becomes a slop,
    and is unable to walk or even stand and that brings me immense shame,
    no matter how much I say…!

    It started from drinking only at the weekend to get rid off all the troubles and stresses that he had at work,
    later it was every other day,
    and now it has become every day…!

    It only became a bigger problem when one day he didn’t have money,
    I know there were a few days for the month to still be over,
    and,
    He asked me for some money;

    On asking him the reason why he needed the money,
    He told me that he needed to buy something and he didn’t receive his salary in full as there were some days he took off due to some health problems..
    (Throwing up after a night of drinking and not having enough energy to go to work the next day…)


    I told him that,
    I’ll buy him whatever he needs when I go to the market in the evening,
    At that time it was 1:30pm and I planned on going to market at 5 in the evening…!

    He asked me to give him some money which I refused,
    In retaliation,
    he struck me…!

    It was the very first time I was struck by his hand,
    And,
    there was shame and fear and anger mixing in my mind,
    my face was radiating heat where his palm hit my face;

    To which he only said,
    give me some money,
    I grabbed my purse and threw some money in his direction which he missed and got on all fours and picked up the notes and went outside…!

    I was there,
    left all alone,
    all alone to cope,
    to face what just happened to me,
    as I stared at my face,
    my wheatish face turned red in shame,
    and the impression of his palm on my left cheek,
    that covered the whole left side of my face…!

    I sobbed,
    those seconds,
    turned into minutes
    minutes into hours;

    and,
    I sat there sobbing,
    uncontrollably for atleast a few hours,
    before I could get a hang of the situation,
    it was 4:45 in the evening…

    I looked at my face in that broken mirror that was held together by clear tape,
    broken by him one day as he returned home and couldn’t stand and took its support which came down and broke from one of the corners pricking his shoulder and it was a bloody mess…!

    We didn’t buy a new one because we planned on changing the whole dressing table which would come with a big mirror;

    But,
    my hopes and dreams with this guy who I married washed away as I turned on the tap and watched the water go down the drain…!


    I washed my face after staring at the water,
    and it hit the left side of my face like it was pricking it…!


    I lightly tapped my face with my hands full of water and it hurt,
    it hurt more than it made me angry now,
    as I sat on the can and thought to myself,
    is this what I’m left with,
    left to be a punching bag,
    that takes all the hits and stays shut…!

    I called my mom,
    She answered my second call and before I could tell anything to her,
    she told me that someone saw Ravi(my husband);
    drinking at 12 noon,
    Outside the liquor shop;


    Another time your uncle saw him limping towards your home as he was coming to our house;


    She asked,
    He hasn’t raised his hand or anything right,
    because I don’t know what we would do then…!

    These words were enough,
    I know no one would be coming to my rescue,
    and if something were to happen to me,
    I wouldn’t have to call her…!

    I’m alright maa,
    I wanted to ask abut something,
    but I’ll call you later,
    he will be coming home soon..!

    As I controlled myself,
    I cut the call and cried,
    cried until I couldn’t…!


    ………


    After drinking a big glass of water,
    I went to our bed and fell asleep…!

    Hope no daughter has to face this day.
    but,
    In this world we live with monsters that do this on the daily,
    No daughter deserves to be treated this way…!

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Segregation amongst ourselves…!

    Segregation amongst ourselves…!

    A woman beaten just because she was taking water out of a handpump;

    A person of lower class made to drink his own urine as a form of torture;

    A person not allowed to take water from the tank that was set up by higher class;

    A person,
    just like you and I,
    denied medical treatment just because of their class;

    The same not allowed to travel in an ambulance in emergency,
    or even when taking the lifeless body…!
    The above are just the surface level things,
    and,
    you won’t believe my words if I were to dwell deeper,
    and talk about the injustices amongst women and girl child…

    The type of atrocities they face in backward areas of our own Country——
    India 🇮🇳!
    We talk about being equal,
    Talk about abolishing the rights granted to them by the government,
    But,
    We can’t seem to consider them equal to us,
    and,
    until we can’t——

    We cannot abolish the rights and reservations granted to them by court of law…!

    I know that it starts from us,
    from each one of us,
    to treat them with respect that each and every person deserve;

    No matter their social class,
    no matter where they stand,
    no matter if they come from money or not,
    They are humans and deserve a life just like us…!
    And,
    until we can’t see them as fellow beings,
    just like you and I;

    We must live in a world with reservations,
    Until segregations exist within our minds…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Bhakt banu ya Andhbhakt…?

    Bhakt banu ya Andhbhakt…?

    Kaha jaane lagaa mujhe bachpan se hee-
    kay jao mandir,
    Jao maatha tekne apna uss dwaar par jahaa viraajmaan hain hamare bhagwaan…

    Jee naa karne par bhee chala gaya main,
    uss din se nafrat hone lagi mujhe,
    dono uske naam se,
    aur,
    woh jis dwaar par staaphit usse bhee…

    kyaa samjhu main apne aap ko?

    Ek kaafir,
    dushman apne dharm kaa,
    kyonki,
    Sabh ho jaate dur jabh main kehta main nahi maantaa kisi khuda main,
    jo aaye kabhi iss dunya main,
    aur,
    unke naam par karobaar chalu kar diya ha ham logon ne…!

    Karobaar kaisa…?
    Pooche woh mujhse…

    Magar,
    Main apne shabd bolne se pehle chupa lu,
    aas paas ka mahaul dekh;

    Par,
    jabh gaur se dekhu main,
    dikhe mujhe kayi log,

    Ek hindu jiske hoton par saji cigarette aur kash kheeche bade woh;

    Ek panjabi jiske haath main jaam aur kuch pal baad woh phir khatam kar bhar le woh kaanch ka glaas;

    Ek musalmaan bhai mera jo waise toh manaa karta koi bhee nashe ko par aksar paau main usko chabate hue tobacco;

    Bhai bolu main sabh ko,
    par apni jagah larh rahe ha woh inse,
    har ek aeb se jo lage unko;


    Main bhee apni jagah kahaa theek?

    Mujhe bhee lagay kitne aeb,
    sharab,
    woh naa mile toh dhuaa pau apne aas paas…!

    Apni jagah main kharaab,
    par itna nahi kee main maan lu har ek baat jo mera dharm kahe mujhe…!

    Par,
    Waakiye,
    Abhi  toh tumne kahaa kee tumhara koi dharm nahi!!!

    Jee haan,
    mera koi dharm nahi,
    aur ye hee mera dharm;

    Kisi ko bure mahaul main dekh main khush ye mera dharm nahi,

    Kisi neeche ko neecha dikhana ye mera dharm nahi,

    kisi bure insaan ko bure karam karte dekh usse naa rokna—
    ye mera dharm nahi…!

    Binaa kisi kitaab ke jeena jo mujhe bataye kya sahi kyaa galat ye ha mera dharm,
    aur ye dharm,
    koi murat nahi,
    koi patthar nahi,
    koi kitaab bhee nahi;

    Ye woh ha,
    jo mere mann main,
    mere andar…!

    Mera dharm…!

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    English Translations

    Should I become a sane believer or a blind one?

    I was told since childhood,
    “Go to the temple,
    Go bow your head at that doorway where our God resides…”

    Even when I didn’t want to, I went.
    And from that very day,
    I began to hate both,
    His name,
    and the doorway where He was placed…

    What am I supposed to think of myself?

    An infidel?
    An enemy of my own religion?
    Because everyone distances themselves the moment I say
    that I do not believe in any God
    who ever came into this world,
    and that we humans have turned their names into a business…!

    “What kind of business?”
    they ask me…

    But before I can speak my thoughts aloud,
    I hide them,
    after looking at the atmosphere around me;

    Yet when I observe closely,
    I see many people——

    A Hindu, with a cigarette resting on his lips, drawing deep puffs;

    A Punjabi, with a drink in his hand, only to refill that glass again moments later;

    A Muslim brother of mine,
    who speaks against every form of intoxication,
    yet I often find him chewing tobacco;

    I call them all brothers,
    yet each of them is fighting battles within themselves,
    against every flaw that clings to them;

    And where am I right myself?

    I too carry countless flaws——
    alcohol,
    and if not that, then smoke surrounds me…!

    I am flawed in my own ways,
    but not enough to accept every single thing my religion tells me to…!

    “But, Waakiye,
    didn’t you just say you have no religion?”

    Yes,
    I have no religion,
    and that itself is my religion;

    To feel happiness seeing someone trapped in darkness—
    that is not my religion;

    To belittle someone already beneath you—
    that is not my religion;

    To watch a cruel person commit atrocious acts
    and not stop them—
    that is not my religion…!

    To live without a book telling me what is right and wrong—
    that is my religion.

    And this religion
    is not an idol,
    not a stone,
    not even a book;

    It is that
    which lives in my heart,
    within me…!

    My religion…!

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Isn’t she your wife …?

    Isn’t she your wife …?

    I asked him on a serious note because I thought he was joking to me about the statement he just said…!

    “She owes me intimacy,
    because she is my wife…!”

    He repeated himself in that Delhi metro coach that had AC running and cold sweats started to form on my head and my back,
    thinking on how many levels he was wrong…!

    I asked him to repeat because I thought I heard him wrong…!

    You heard me right the first time…!

    This was one of the reasons I married her,
    I was physically active before and I asked her if she was——

    She said she wasn’t;

    But,
    that doesn’t mean men don’t have any needs…!

    ———

    The words that he was spewing from his mouth made me realise how big of a mistake I made in choosing him as a friend,
    A brother who helped me get through some tough times and I did the same with him;

    But,
    How did all of this escape my observation…?
    I thought to myself!


    How did I let such behaviour pass through my scope?
    Did my mind automatically filter this behaviour,
    or——
    did it avoid bringing up such things because It knew what type of answers it would receive…!

    Must have been the latter…!

    Because I never remember bringing up girls/women on any topic to him…!
    We debarked that metro and I asked him to join me for a quick snack…!

    As we sat in Burger King at Rajiv chowk and ordered burgers and drinks;

    And,
    I asked him yet again…!

    Bhai,
    you know that your relationship or your married life cannot hinge on intimacy right?

    It felt like he was about to choke on his burger and I advised him to take a sip of his cold drink;

    He told me something that shook me to my core,

    “There are needs that I have——”

    Cutting him I said,
    “What about her,
    Her needs or her own choices…?”

    Just because you married her,
    it doesn’t mean that she owes you sex…!

    And nowhere it says,
    that your needs are above hers…!
    He laughed that evil and psychotic laugh that a person does when he thinks he’s bigger than anyone and everyone is beneath them…!

    ————

    When I married her,
    I paid it all off on my own,
    And,
    Didn't demand any dowry——

    I didn’t ask for a single penny,
    and it was their choice to give me a small car and some furniture;

    Maybe they thought it was enough,
    but,
    the fathers of daughters give their daughters each and every thing,
    from small to big like fridge, AC, TV and many other things…!
    But,
    they thought a small car would be enough if I said no…!

    Who even has a small car in these times…!
    I was looking at him in horror as this dumb fellow of mine was travelling on metro because the thar that he bought after selling off their car was too big to bring where our office was situated…!

    All it did was collect dust by the evening and each morning the cleaner would clean it…!

    I was looking at his face as he was chomping down his burger and was onto the next one and occasionally sipping on his drink…!

    And I came to the realisation,
    This grown a55 dude was a man child who was a puppet with the old ideas that boasted teaching women their place and getting the most out of a father who just gave their daughters their whole worlds
    to such son in laws…!
    He made a mess while eating and his mouth was covered in sauce,
    I handed him a napkin to clean it and he took out his phone and in it
    he checked and cleaned it…!

    From an outside observers pov you would think that he was a medium
    built man wearing a shirt and pants working 9 to 5,
    earning good money,
    travelling by metro and trying to conserve energy and helping nature…

    But,

    As soon as all of it was over,
    He would go to his real self,
    and become this person who would be unrecognisable from
    what he was…!

    The type of warning I give to all those who are seeking people and looking for partners who would complete them…!

    The story remains incomplete because that is where I draw a line,
    Only when a person shows efforts of change,
    There is a need for your interference…!

    If not,
    you must not go out of your way to get them to change…!

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍