One of the habits have been this one, to upload here daily, not a good example today because of the messed-up schedule, I had to leave early for work, and see supervise some construction going on at our workplace, and make edits in it as needed…
So, this becomes a late night post instead…
Other than this, I have a habit of having or trying new things, that includes food clothes and anything that is unique…
And, if any of those help me in expanding my horizon, by costing little money, why not experience it, in exchange of a few paper, I can attain experience that can be used whenever…
Another one, well these are related to each other, I wake up and drink a glass of water, (kept in silver or copper glass…) alternating them however it seems fit…
And after that meditating for 10 minutes at least, post which I write in my notepad, Whatever/however I feel, before and after the meditating session, what new I learn from it…
Someday, it’s a medley of colors, someday it is chasing the memories of the previous day, other days, it becomes finding the lost sense of self, after tiring myself all day…
BUT, The sense of relief comes in, when things come through, and all things go as planned, rare days, but they cover the days that, hit so hard that it seems there’s no end to them…
At last, the day ends, after asking or talking to those who are close to me, their well-being, calling them and talking to them, if they aren’t doing well, In a sense to help them pass some of the stress or sadness, away from them…
Other than that, there’s a habit of constantly seeking new thoughts and ideas…
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
Today comes the question that I can aptly and fully answer without any single thought that disrupts it or takes it away from the topic, because in all of this life I’ve tried on various foods and drinks and on many occasions and from places that are common, some are hidden in plain sight far away from people see, and the gems go on and on until there are none left to be explored…
You will get the best coffee and drinks along with snacks from “Josie’s coffee house” in Rajinder Nagar Delhi… I got a chance to have Irish cold coffee and an Affogato on a special occasion; and, it was the best thing ever…
For Chinese category, I’d recommend “On the wok..” in Gautam nagar, near Aiims in Delhi, I got a chance to try the corn crisp and spring roll this Monday, and let me tell you, the quality and the taste, immaculate, out of the world…
For north Indian, I’d recommend Sita ram Diwan Chand, Chole Bhature but, none of that packing thing, you have it hot as soon as they give it to you, and with that a glass of lassi (curd blended in water &/or milk with sugar), its rich, and filling, and something that makes you fall asleep if you have it at your place, putting you in a total food coma…
For south Indian, I recommend DS Dosa factory, the vast variety they have its mind boggling, I had a chance to go with my family there, AND let me tell you what we ordered,
Their Uthappam (mix veg), Rawa masala dosa, vada, the cute mini idlis, and ghee and butter idli,
brings water to this mouth, this early in the morning remembering it, again, it’s better to have it there, because things get soggy, as they arrive home, because, I’ve tried both, and the latter always arrives like that…
Being a foodie, trying new things, and telling others about it, and them having a good experience gives me pleasure, and that’s what we do when we find a new spot…
Returning to your work is bothersome, more for those who are already tired, a few hours deep into this days work, All the best for what’s left, much less what’s more to come…
About the prompt of this day; its a good one, but, yet here I am exposing myself yet again…
There’s no such thing as self-care, It just plain hard stubbornness, (In my language its called ZIDD), its the only thing that has kept me going, A stubbornness to become someone, someone better, better than who I was day before, and to a new tomorrow, that will come the next…
There is no such thing as self-care because, it’s a known fact that I have to get things to work the next day, even if I feel like not to, there’s a mindset that this works on, maybe on or after achieving a spot or a pedestal, where one belongs, one can take rest and give self the much needed, “Self-care”…
But, If that thing or an idea that is much bigger, and is replaced by another one the next moment, there’s no time to rest, or sit, or contemplate the things that one has achieved, that’s why, and that’s how things have been with me, leaving me with enough time to rest, and wake up with a positive mindset, ready to conquer another day…
On the days off, the actual self-care version of myself kicks in, I usually wake up late, late enough for people in my house to question my existence, And when I do wake up, I wake up hungry like its been weeks, And eat and spend day leisurely, By going out with family or friends, and by the time evening hits, all of us are at home, at ease, and as we talk and have dinner, enjoy and talk about things that happened over the week, and discuss and plan the week ahead…
By the time it ends its time to sleep, and prepare the challenge that is the next day…
That’s how it all goes, that’s how my self care goes, What about you…?
I hope this is a safe place, but most of my time is wasted doomscrolling, without even a single thought, it just feels like there isn’t a purpose, there is not a single purpose behind life itself…
It just feels like that I try to snatch time, within all of the limited time that I have left, within these 24 hours in this day…
Just this day, I woke up at 4 a bad dream perhaps, and mindlessly scrolled for around an hour, scrolling reels, some of those give me some happiness, some of them make me sad, but, they bring me up, and throw me down, to keep me in this vicious cycle, Of being constantly hooked, looking at them, one after another, until my phone runs out of battery, Or I drain myself enough…!
The constant need, of having something playing, in this ear, or, having something to see, that bombards with some valuable information, or useless, that won’t help me ever, but, the need, the unreal need of having something playing, maybe a comedy skit, maybe some informative video, to pass the time, or just something that fills the emptiness in the room, making it some noise, or some tunes playing in the background, that deter me from thinking anything/everything, at a certain point of time…
A never-ending rant, that exists within this mind, to leave it and pick it up, making me forget crucial memories, because I can’t seem to remember them anymore, like moments in my childhood, some of them are non-existent, some of them are blemishing, some of them are still there but fading, and some of them come back after remembering hard enough, but, none that is remembered off the top my head…
You’re grateful if you do, and if you don’t, in the same boat we all are…
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
Another scroll, another relatable thing, Even though none of them are, it just passes my time…
As I stared at the clock, it stuck 5:30, it had already been too much, an hour and thirty minutes, scrolling…
But, it’s because there’s a need to replace, replace all things, Everything that surrounds, and this one is the cheapest, because the price is paid, not in the form that is visible at present…
A price that is paid, paid with those forgotten memories, by replacing those happy and sad times, with what brings these short bursts of happiness, becoming an addict to them, waiting for free time, or snatching it from regular schedule, a moment here, sitting on the can, or going out for a smoke break, or going out to eat because you forgot to pack yours, because of waking up late…
Maybe, maybe it isn’t so bad after all, but, the memories that I forget, or I’m trying to, maybe, just maybe, it will help, in eroding the bad ones, Unaware, the good ones entangled together are going away with them…
It’s another one of those great prompts kinda day, what countries I’d love to visit, such an open ended and a great question…
To be honest, the country that I belong to, India, has such a rich heritage, that as each and every state boundary changes, the culture, along with their language, a different dialect from the last one, also, the food with their differing preparing techniques…
Within this country, there are oh so many things to explore, but, the responsibility of work has landed on my shoulders, which forces me to be there, at the place of my work, and due to that I am barely able to explore, explore this country of mine…
The last trip I took, it was to Himachal back in ’22 and nothing can beat it ever, That is where I first saw snow, and it stays in my memories, forever…
I imagine for some of you it might be a common occurrence, but, imagine being a person who saw snow for the first time ever, it was such a heavenly experience, that the flashbacks still stay till this day, and the trip was executed in the last week of December, for this reason, so, me and my sister, along with a cousin of mine, and my best friend and his friend, we all went and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves…
Well, there are so many things left to explore, Karnataka’s coffee, to Assam’s tea plantation Mumbai’s sea, to luscious apple plantations in Kashmir…
There’s a lot to see, in this country of ours, until, I can be free or, make time from the responsibilities that bound me, one day or another…
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
As far as eyes go, a wonder, the wonders of the world, within this country of mine comes to mind…
As the clicking and clacking comes to rest, and the low humming of the devices come to a halt, An eerie silence surrounds me, without a clue, what’s causing this, and what’s the cure…?
This life still continues, so does the work, but the life, that doesn’t…
In a limited time frame, we have to find our happiness, something that makes us happy, something that brings us joy, something that we love from the deepest of our hearts, something that we can’t live or survive without…!
But, this day still continues, as commute takes away another 45 minutes, and for those 45 minutes, I stare past these buildings, These high rises, a place…
A place, a place without, the constant need to be available, available round the clock, at the disposal of the bosses, at a single phone call, but, a few moments away, Away from all this…
Well, on looking at it, the things that make me, who I am, None, not even a single one of them are my favorite…
I do, whatever I have to, they’re guided by some motive, an ulterior one, through which, ultimately I will stand to gain something from, maybe an interaction, a call asking for help, A lonely person as I pass them on the road, I ask them if they’re okay?, if they need some help, they need me to take them somewhere, or they’re running late to something…
Only because they might open up to me, find me to be their comfort zone, find themselves to be open enough to tell me, talk to me about their vulnerabilities, or how, who they are the way they are, and when they do that, give me a piece of themselves to keep, as a namesake or , something that they shaved off themselves, when things were going out of their hands, maybe, and just maybe, I swooped in at the right time, at the right place and carried them to safety…
Maybe my interaction sounded forced, it sounded like I wanted you to expose yourself, expose yourself to a total stranger, without worrying about how this could be used against you, but, if you did, you reached your destination, a tad bit early, because I drove fast, and as I asked you, what was bugging you…?
And, many chose not to answer, and the few those who answered, we talked and those few minutes of conversation felt like an hour…
As I was told, Oppressed you were, misunderstood too, and how the world only saw what was there to see, from their own perspective, But, none from what the sufferer going through, and maybe if someone didn’t come in early, maybe it would have been the end of them…!?
As the road came to a four-way intersection, with traffic lights, and I everything came to a standstill, but, the sounds of exhausts blaring, the passing of vehicles as their lights turned green, and, the awkward wait, as I asked them, “What is you were never born, would things be different then…?”
As soon as those words left this mouth, and a sense of panic was in the air, coming to the realization that I was a total, and an absolute stranger, who apparently had nothing to lose, and gain G0d knows what…?
As the lights turned green, and took a turn to the route they told me to take, as I stared at them, through my peripherals, on arriving there, a few minutes later, these were the words they were left with…
You know how, the world feels small, when things come crashing in, it focuses into a point, somewhere in the body, and you try to find it, incapable each and every time, But, maybe, it’s good that we aren’t capable of, maybe, the shift in its place each and every time. helps us to stay sane, because what if we could take it out, and never fear anything ever again; “What if there was no fear whatsoever…?”
Would this world be worth living, if it had no fear…?
What if I would have screamed at that very instant you asked me that question?
What if, instead of staying quiet;
I would have answered, and answered something, that you didn’t expect, Would we ever be the same, Either of us…?
Any of us…?
Maybe that was fear, or the disguise in itself as she walked away, as a black cat followed her, into a street that had no streetlight, as I turned and shined the headlights and finding the street closed shut, by a gate that had a lock with a lot of dust on it, seeming it wasn’t moved in a long time…
Maybe, and just maybe, that question, which throws people off, threw her off, and when I keenly listened like no-one did, she did find someone’s life worth to be spared, one of the most favorite things about myself…
“I tried to figure something, well, something about her, something about myself too, until, I found out what, Or, where those answers came from…”
A lifetime, wasn’t enough for those, I thought, As I drove back home, in a calm and easy manner, like his was the usual, an unusually usual routine…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Waakiye 