Tag: love

  • A Cherished Moment: Coffee with My High School Crush

    A Cherished Moment: Coffee with My High School Crush

    Daily writing prompt
    Describe one of your favorite moments.

    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 πŸ₯‚

    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”

  • Tools of Expression: My Writing Essentials

    Tools of Expression: My Writing Essentials

    Daily writing prompt
    Who do you spend the most time with?

    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 πŸ₯‚ (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”
  • Why I Chose the Name Waakiye: A Personal Reflection

    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?

    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 πŸ₯‚

    Love Waakiye 🀍

    A person sitting in a dimly lit room with their back to the camera, looking towards a window light.
    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….”

  • What Makes a True Friend: The Value of Trust and Honesty

    What Makes a True Friend: The Value of Trust and Honesty

    Daily writing prompt
    What quality do you value most in a friend?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Have you ever made a friend that you’d have to give up later?
    because this is a proof of either a lapse in your judgment of the type of person they are/were,
    or,
    they were easily influenced by things that life gave them for their hard work or sheer luck…

    I’ve had 2 friends,
    the real ones,
    who go back to middle school,
    and the type of friendship we have will sound weird…

    We can meet one day of the week randomly,
    and after that we might give each other calls,
    and meet a month later checking up on each other,
    getting to know about our lives,
    well-being of our families,
    the siblings,
    the work that they are currently in,
    involved in,
    or a general talk of any stresses that we have,
    we try to…

    We do it while grabbing a bite to eat,
    or over some drinks,
    that way we can enjoy the time as we get to eat together,
    all of us coming from middle class families,
    so we do have a common goal to make it big somehow,
    but,
    they’re stopped by the slow-moving money that exists in our surroundings,
    but,
    not until long,
    we are working hard to come up,
    and with each other backing and support,
    we will for sure make it big…

    The type of quality that we value is honesty,
    truthful and being absolutely real

    Even if things go south,
    we know that we can trust each other,
    put in 100% of our faith in each other’s word,
    and can stand wherever we need to,
    just on a single calling,
    we know we can trust each other without worrying,
    the other person,
    because that’s the type of mindset we have…

    Cheers πŸ₯‚

    Love Waakiye 🀍

    A path that we walk,
    knowing the next step that we take,
    is for the betterment,
    betterment of the family that exists,
    with all might as they pull them towards a better life…

    With stresses beyond our scope,
    and to tread a path that isn’t paved,
    but,
    has to be made as we step,
    Step into this fast-paced world…

    Often, we sit together
    when distressed,
    when stresses take a toll on us,
    we seek each other’s company,
    and in it,
    we find peace,
    as we hear,
    each other’s side,
    a laughter here,
    a chuckle there,
    some tears of sadness,
    a supportive shoulder tap,
    glass clinking and forgetting it all,
    after cheering ourselves up…

    “A Happy life”
  • How Writing Transformed My Self-Perception

    How Writing Transformed My Self-Perception

    Daily writing prompt
    What are you good at?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…!

    I woke up late and I saw this prompt,
    and thought to myself,
    “Am I good at something…?”…
    And I stared at the rotating fan,
    for an hour thinking of inducing a thought…

    Am I a good daughter/son to my mother…?
    Am I a good aunt/uncle to the kids that surround me…?
    Am I a good sister/brother to those who are around me…?
    Am I a good friend to those who call me theirs…?
    Am I even a good person,
    or people around me just tolerate me…?
    Am I…..?

    The reality blemished when I realized that I’m ruthless,
    when it comes to myself ,
    I don’t give myself a chance,
    I keep myself in well bound time,
    meticulously planning each and every moment,
    prioritizing time,
    but making none for myself…

    I took up art as a kid and left it in the middle,
    I picked up table tennis, basketball, badminton and gave up all of them in the middle,
    I won’t say that I got good at them,
    but,
    just gave up before I could or I met an invisible boundary that made it impossible for me as a non-earning kid to overcome…

    Before I could even grab what was happening,
    I was pushed into work,
    because I wasn’t good in anything,
    where I tired myself day and night,
    so much so,
    that I wouldn’t have enough time to think about anything,
    my liking,
    my interests,
    my own personal opinions and choices,
    No time to think about things that could broaden my horizon,
    my thought process,
    so I spent a couple of years just looking at things from a perspective,
    that a lifeless soulless being,
    and kept my head down…
    UNTIL…

    Until I found this penmanship,
    and took it to myself to make it better,
    and a sole goal in my life to be good at something,
    something that I liked,
    loved,
    and wished to be a big part of my life,
    and I honed it,
    like my life depended on it,
    and kept on doing this,
    making little time here and there,
    scribbling in my notes app,
    or my trusted partner,
    pen and a notepad in which I wrote my raw thoughts and,
    thought on them,
    hours upon hours until,
    I felt satisfied that my thought process has evolved,
    but,
    that too didn’t feel enough…

    So,
    That’s what I exactly did,
    for a few seconds,
    turning into minutes,
    those turning into hours,
    hours into days,
    days into weeks,
    weeks into months,
    and months into years…

    Take a wild guess how long it has been now,
    that I’m writing this,
    and I shall correct you in the comments box….

    Cheers πŸ₯‚

    Love Waakiye 🀍

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    Thank you for your response. ✨

    Choose one option

    A lone,
    all alone,
    in search of copper
    I struck gold…


    A vastness,
    unexplored,
    a bottomless pit
    in which I found myself…

    Impossible to climb out of.
    If it were someone else,
    it wouldn’t be possible,
    But-

    it’s me.
    And I say:
    “I’m-possible.”

    It’s possible,
    because it’s me..

    But,

    Never has this been me:
    A person who loved himself…

    Available for those around,
    round the clock,
    until I found…

    I found
    the thing I was meant for
    or
    something that saved me from it.

    “The Search That Found Me…”
  • Finding Time for Oneself: A Personal Story

    Finding Time for Oneself: A Personal Story

    Daily writing prompt
    Who would you like to talk to soon?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Have you ever looked at a topic and thought,
    Huh?
    There are many who have given up on talking to me,
    despite all of the efforts,
    made from my side to reach them out,
    knowing I haven’t made time for myself,
    in the past couple of years,
    Yes; Years,
    I’ve been running on autopilot for the past couple of years,
    trying to manage everything,
    friends,
    family,
    relations,
    and,
    Business too…

    But,
    never in all those years I’ve got a call,
    I’ve got a message,
    never got a reminder,
    never got nothing to prove that they worry about my being,
    (not my well-beingπŸ₯²)
    SO,
    would I even ask those,
    from whom I’m a message away,
    to get into a conversation again,
    knowing all the efforts will be made from my side,
    and ultimately,
    it will be my fault to give up or end the conversation,
    because I didn’t carry it…

    So,
    My answer to this one would be,
    “MYSELF”…

    I would like to have a conversation,
    with myself,
    because I haven’t got the time,
    even after all of these years,
    I’ve made for myself tasks that I have to do on the regular,
    But,
    those are without any reward,
    or any benefit for myself (at present),
    but,
    this constant pressure to achieve,
    to do things without any fixed goal,
    or something that I can count on,
    And that too for G0d knows how many years,
    and for many more to come…

    I’d love to sit down with myself,
    and have a conversation with myself on things that bug me,
    worry me,
    and things that bring relief,
    and one day I will,
    one day….

    Cheers πŸ₯‚

    Love Waakiye 🀍

    On a lone road,
    yet again,
    again,
    on the same path that goes towards a place
    I call home…

    But,
    what for,
    what is it that I do this all for?
    who do I do it all for?
    Is there something for me to gain,
    Is there something for me to learn,
    Is there something for me to become,
    become someone who will be there for everyone,
    take fall for everyone around,
    but,
    What about…..?

    What about the person who became a support system,
    one who is there to provide an ear,
    listen to all your problems,
    Does,
    do his problems even matter…?

    Or,
    he’s better off as support,
    bottling it all in,
    taking support of things that help him cope,
    the cup in this hand,
    a lit cigarette in other,
    as smoke rises,
    just like the problems,
    when he’s under…..

    THE “INFLUENCE”
  • The Importance of Personal Keepsakes in Our Lives

    The Importance of Personal Keepsakes in Our Lives

    Daily writing prompt
    What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    I’ve become a fan of the prompts these days,
    they ask such intricate questions with such precise clear-cut words,
    That it feels out of this world…

    The reason it is so intricate for me is because,
    we are often told not to brings things so close to our hearts,
    that if one day you were to part (G0d forbid) from them,
    the pain won’t ever be enough,
    to take your life with itself…

    The adamant rule of,
    (Dil par nahi lagaa’na or Dil par mat lena),
    Don’t take it on your heart (translations),
    has saved me G0d knows how many times,
    and it will till the end of me…

    But,
    we are only human Afterall,
    aren’t we?
    we take things to our heart,
    and when time comes,
    it takes a piece of it (our heart),
    with it…

    Coming back to the prompt,
    personal belongings that I hold dear,
    to myself,
    there are many that I hold with care and utmost importance,
    and they have a special place for me in my heart,
    that make me want to continue,
    whenever I feel like I’m falling off,
    or,
    about to…

    One of them is a very old notebook,
    from my school days,
    where all of this took birth,
    the essence of Waakiye,
    or the birth of it,
    I often find myself scrolling through,
    some of the raw emotions that I wrote,
    when all of this wasn’t even in my wildest dreams,
    but,
    The urge and a want to express what roamed this vast land of my mind,
    it was there forever,
    and thanks to consistency of that child,
    and never stopping the scribbling,
    he turned into a person that loves to write,
    even if everything is going against,
    out of control…

    Another one,
    is a collection of photos,
    that keeps me grounded.

    Reminds me of something that I did,
    of irreversible nature,
    and the type of thing that haunts me some nights,
    but,
    it gives me a proof of something that we all fear,

    “THE FEAR OF DEATH ITSELF…”

    that thing ended a great suffering,
    and a time that we don’t wish on an enemy or their family,
    But,
    we went through,
    endured all the sufferings,
    and welcomed the future with open arms,
    even if we were broken,
    shattered from within,
    we still lived,
    lived to see the next day,
    day after that,
    and we will see this day too…

    To better days and,
    things that remind you of who you were,
    and what shape you shall take tomorrow,
    an unknown reality welcomes you…

    Cheers πŸ₯‚

    Love Waakiye 🀍

    In the distance I saw,
    I saw a being,
    a version of self,
    in a place that I could have been…

    Being on the support of others,
    not able,
    notable of something like a madman,
    who lost it,
    lost it all…

    There wasn’t any other option,
    but,
    to stand tall,
    be a shadow to those who were now dependent,
    and be a support system for those,
    who still don’t believe of the happening,
    and yet,
    here we are,
    enduring it yet again,
    this day,
    just like yesterday,
    like it happened yesterday,
    like a film all of it plays,

    BUT,
    THERE WASN’T ANY OTHER OPTION…

  • Life Lessons from Personal Quotes

    Life Lessons from Personal Quotes

    Daily writing prompt
    Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

    Hey

    I hope you all are doing well…!

    There are a few sentences that i live by,
    they aren’t necessarily quotes,
    but they’re self-drawn rules that I live by,
    Well,
    I think each and every one of us should have some,
    rules or something that helps you set,
    what is right or wrong,
    in a situation…

    Quotes are those who are written by a writer and such,
    and when you are one in the making,
    what’s better than looking at something that you wrote,
    to keep yourself in check,
    during times that you thought would be the end of you…

    The said quote(s)…

    1)

    THE FALL TAUGHT ME TO GET UP AND MOVE FORWARD,

    IT DIDN’T TELL ME TO STOP AND SIT DOWN,

    IT TOLD ME THE REASON FOR THE FALL,

    AND I DIDN’T STOP LEARNING,

    NOR I’M STOPPING,

    DIDN’T STOP YESTERDAY,

    WILL NOT STOP TODAY,

    WONT STOP TOMORROW,

    BECAUSE,

    I DIDN’T STOP LEARNING…

    β˜…Didn’t stop learningβ˜…

    2)

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    βœ…CAN THUG MY WAY OUT OF THIS ONE, SO

    I WON’T CRASH OUT

    These two are the ones I often check out,
    there are more but those are some other ideas,
    prompting some other feelings…

    For the time being,
    you can read them,
    save them,
    make them your quotes too…

    Cheers πŸ₯‚

    Love Waakiye 🀍

    This is exactly how it feels when some prompt like this comes in…
    (Ai generated image…)
  • A Journey Through Life’s Stories

    Daily writing prompt
    What topics do you like to discuss?

    Hey,
    I hope you all are doing well…!

    Today’s prompt forced me into exploring my notes app and the pad that I carry on me,
    he|| even the conversations I’ve had with people up until this point…


    It was and has been a fever dream of sorts,
    I’ve talked on human psychology (of all age),


    I’ve talked about love,
    pretty vocal about two people meeting and some intimate scenes too,
    (I don’t know if they are safe to upload here…?)

    I’ve talked about addiction (its consequences too…)
    and numerous stories about people finding true love,
    some about losing their better halves,
    and many losing their lives too…

    There were many a things that shaped me into who i am today and i utilize them wholly
    even the little things that i see as I’m driving from or to work…

    But all of this for a cause greater than life itself,
    to provide each and every one of you a version of life that’s unseen from a place that isn’t explored by many,
    even if we all have it,
    what we call our mind…

    It is maybe due to meeting people from so many different fields,
    some being doctors,
    aspirants of government jobs,
    psychology students,
    teachers of high schools,
    businessman/women
    and many more that are skipping my mind…

    All in,
    it has been a journey that is to be remembered forever,
    and it shall be with the type of influence I’ve got from these godsend people…

    Cheers πŸ₯‚

    Love Waakiye 🀍

    This is the one place where I found myself,
    the essence of self,
    the being that I am today,
    there were a lot of problems that came within the path of reaching this place,
    but when I stood there,
    and took this picture the breathtaking view absorbing all of it in,
    it felt like I found a new love for the things the same things that existed back home…
  • How My Cousin Inspired My Writing Journey

    Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you.

    Hey,

    I hope you all are doing well…!

    This is a basic idea
    The relatives (from your extended family) are the absolute worst people because they pray for your downfall, just because you’re doing a bit better than them..

    But,

    There’s a cousin sister that I have;
    She has been an absolute blessing for me because she has been there for me at times when I couldn’t write or do anything..!

    It was her who pushed me into this direction;
    to write to be expressive to read more books,
    To write random scribbles that come to my mind,
    I still have that old notebook with me where all of this began…

    It was her in our family who pursued English honors and masters and has a good job educating students,

    To be honest even I became a student of her’s in this way,
    and learnt a lot,
    She bought me G0d knows how many books some of which are still left unread,
    but all of this-
    Planting a seed of this writer belongs to her and the nurturing of it belongs to yours truly…

    It has been quite a while that i sent her some of my work that i wrote these past few weeks
    sometimes i upload it on platforms other than this blog,
    but this is a place i can certainly call mine and be truly expressive without any boundaries;

    And i really thank the powers involved and my curious mind for being on the toes and always ready to learn something new,
    just for the heck of it…

    Cheers πŸ₯‚

    Love Waakiye

    A canvas blank this world is, the thoughts and ideas that exist beyond the horizons of our mind, always a quest to conquer, this ever going conquest called our life…