Tag: love

  • Reliving My First Crush Experience

    Reliving My First Crush Experience

    Daily writing prompt
    Write about your first crush.

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Let me take you on a journey to my schooling years and my first crush…

    A hot summer day,
    A new admission she was,
    A little while later,
    She entered our class,

    She didn't just enter in the class,
    it was my heart that she came into...

    A hot summer day it was...

    Fixed seating for girls it was,
    As she sat in the middle row,
    right next to mine,
    greeting everyone around,
    and asking their names,
    all of them replied with theirs,
    as she turned around facing me..

    It was magical,
    she shined,
    her face glistening,
    with little specks of sweat,
    above her lips,
    and her cheeks,
    which she cleaned with a handkerchief regularly...

    Those eyes,
    it felt like I took a fall while sitting in that seat,
    her eyes,
    bowl of honey,
    and in sunlight they turned amber...

    A hot summer day it was...

    As I spoke my name,
    and she repeated it,
    within a fraction of a second,
    something that I carried for my entire life,
    My name,
    which wasn't appealing,
    sounded mesmerizing from her mouth...

    As the Roll call began,
    On answering mine,
    I just waited,
    looking at her,
    shyly,
    not to disturb her,
    or creep her out,
    But,
    to make her feel at ease....

    A hot summer day it was...

    As the lectures began,
    and she keenly listened to all that was being said,
    penning down occasionally,
    what she thought was important,
    into her notebook,
    on seeing from afar,
    she wrote in cursive,
    and that too fast,
    Impressed beyond the skill,
    I began,
    penning down that the teacher said,
    but,
    my mind went blank until I looked at her,
    how she wrote,
    so beautifully she wrote...

    A hot,
    hot summer day it was...

    After a few periods passed,
    and it was the time for lunch break,
    all of the friends that I had,
    came to my desk as we opened up the tiffin,
    that we brought,
    staring at the group she asked her bench mate,
    "What happened...?"

    And she just told her to get up,
    And move to that seat,
    as everyone opened their lunches,
    our usual routine,
    a face popped within the crowd,
    it was "H",
    Her bench mate and a good friend of mine,
    she asked me what did I bring for lunch today...?

    Before she could say anything,
    she pushed in and took a bite out of my lunch,
    She told me it was delicious,
    As she slyly picked up my lunch and took it without anyone noticing but me,
    she took a spoonful and shoved it in her mouth,
    telling her,
    how does it taste...?
    Tell me isn't Waakiye's mom the best cook in the world isn't it...?

    As she chewed it slowly,
    savoring each bite,
    as the flavors mixed in her mouth and gulped it down,
    her eyes sparked,
    it was a common dish that was prepared in every household,
    but,
    there was something different about this one,
    as she took another bite,
    and then gave it back to me,
    as I raised my hand to take it from her,

    Our hands touched briefly,
    enough to as she was handing me the box,
    a soft and delicate touch,
    as she pulled me closer and told me,
    they are absolutely delicious...

    A hot,
    hot summer day it was...

    As she opened her lunchbox,
    it was just plain jam sandwiches,
    as she began eating them in peace while sitting in her seat,
    I got up and walked towards her,
    Man,
    I never get sandwiches when I ask my mom,
    Can I get a bite,
    as she handed me a diamond shape that was precut,
    before making the sandwiches,
    as I took a bite and told her,
    it was amazing,
    as she looked up in hope,
    Thinking,
    how can something this simple be,
    delicious...?
    As she looked at my face,
    as I enjoyed each and every bite of it...!

    You can have lunch with us,
    we all share and have what we like from other's tiffin,
    as she got up and thanked me,
    as I made space for her,
    and she began eating with us,
    from that day on...

    A hot,
    hot summer day it was,
    And I found someone,
    who looked like an Angel in a human form...

    As she sat in her seat,
    And thanked me for the lunch and the invitation into the group...

    OH,
    on seventh heaven I was,
    As I spent the whole day,
    adoring her,
    watching her quirks,
    as she smiled when our eyes locked...

    A hot,
    hot summer day it was,
    all the while I felt a winter breeze as she looked at me,
    The best,
    one of the best days it was...

    Cheers πŸ₯‚

    Love Waakiye 🀍
  • Exploring India ‘s Rich Heritage and Beyond

    Exploring India ‘s Rich Heritage and Beyond

    Daily writing prompt
    What countries do you want to visit?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    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 πŸ₯‚

    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…

    “MONOTONOUS CHAOS”
  • Embracing Self-Discovery: My Favorite Qualities

    Embracing Self-Discovery: My Favorite Qualities

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    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…

    Cheers πŸ₯‚

    Love Waakiye 🀍

  • The True Value of Retirement: Family and Fulfillment

    The True Value of Retirement: Family and Fulfillment

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you want to retire?

    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 πŸ₯‚

    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…”

  • Cherishing My Oldest Daily Companion

    Cherishing My Oldest Daily Companion

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

    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 πŸ₯‚

    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”
  • 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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    Warning

    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…”