Today’s prompt is a long reach not just for me but for any person who writes because we carry a lot of hope with each word we pen down…
With every word we choose, we craft our world, bringing it to your eyes and ears. A Writer’s heartfelt hope is that what we write is so immersive that you can truly step into the shoes of the person we are trying to portray;
And,
When this sort of experience is achieved and the reader lets us know that “It felt like we swapped places with the person in the writing and were able to feel the pain and happiness as their own..”
There’s nothing better for me to hear than this, that a piece of text was immersive enough that it made them(the reader) believe that what they read was real(even if it was fictional..)
Do you feel that there is anything better than people telling you that it felt like they were in the shoes of the person you wrote about…?
Not me…!
Well it depends on person to person what they feel makes them a better writer;
It’s a Sunday and I hope today brings you some peace and happiness, and you open your eyes to your loved ones and embrace them first thing in the morning…
Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
Well I’m not a parent right now and don’t plan on being one anytime soon, but if time and life exists I’d love to have at least one child…!
Well I can share with you two instances,
One being the very first day I started school. I remember it was a Monday and my mother and father drove me to my school where I saw children crying as it was the orientation day and as parents separated from their children they walked back to the school gate with tears streaming down their cheeks, screaming “mumma/papa” whoever they were close with,
But me,
I was completely silent and wished them goodbye too, as I sat on my seat in an empty classroom because many skipped the first day as the children began crying as they came near the school gate;
All in it was a good day, we had fun, learnt new things and that was it for the day, around 12 it was our time to go back home, and I remember tears in my Mother’s eyes as she came to take me back to home and i was happy to see her as we went back home…
Another instance is first day at work…;
It was the middle of August and my father told me to swing by work, to drop off something that they forgot home, and as I arrived at the workplace I greeted him and gave him a file that he forgot, and as I was about to leave he asked me about work..?
And I wanted to know what he meant,
He said Point blank that he wanted me to continue our family business and also study as I got time to which I told him that either it will be work or studies because industrial work requires a strong backbone and working long tireless hours which in fact affect the other 16 hours of your life making you extremely tired and stressed about the next day…
And as I started work I fought a lot with him with myself too, because all of the studies I perused came to a halt and all of my relationships built came to a standstill, because I hadn’t earned anything yet and I was given an ultimatum that they won’t be spending any more money on my studies and I have to work there…
And after learning that a piece of my feelings began to die for my father each day,
But this day that my father is no longer among us I believe that it was the best thing to happen because we bonded over things that made us similar and I got to spend more time with him during his final years with them…
A win-win for the both of us…
Didn’t want to take it to such a negative point but life happens…
Well happy weekend to those who have the days off and enjoy your life to the fullest, hug your kids and tell them you love them…
Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech?
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
Yes, I’ve had a few opportunities to present myself on stage with and without a group;
I presented a speech all alone twice and I had all of the fear before it, legs feeling like jelly, those eyes staring at me like I owe them something, but once in my zone I performed what I had to it was a speech about a religious leader the topic that I picked way back…
Another one was a rather small group that worked in an informal setting a few strangers and a piece of information that we shared and debated it to come to a standard conclusion,;
A mere two person discussion turned into a few people taking their side and my side, it was a topic that has such a deep belief that we all had views on it “God’s existence and his overlooking those who were unfortunate…”
And after the heat of discussion subsided we all had tea and called it a night as we walked away a bit better person, by learning someone’s side and some facts that even changed our beliefs…
There were instances that we had musical performances during schooling too, which were often in groups because they shifted the focus and stress from a single child to the group, which was fun and enjoyable even for the audience because they were a part of us too as they enjoyed it as much as us…
A few instances but they shaped a version that can be traced deviated from a standard path to what it is now expanding forever…
To experiences like these that shape us for the better;
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
The part of routine that I can avoid or skip would be the stress associated with work that constantly looms over my head…
The constant pressure of preparing, of being active and on my toes has broken the foundation that I stand on;
Some days it feels like a break from it would be better,
But returning to it feels like a trap that I exited for a little while,
after seeing clear open skies I have to walk into the cage to be trapped yet again and work within these tubes that trap my existence within them for 10 hours daily…
Well there aren’t many podcasts that I’m in these days but there are a few that bless my ears…
One of the podcasts that I used to listen to was “Violating community guidelines” by Sarah Schauer and Brittany Broski;
I know weird names but they complimented each other and the funny instances on their podcasts were so hilarious that I often laughed out while working making people think that I’ve gone crazy 🤪..
48 episodes discussing the trends on the social media and what went on during the year 2022 and the end of it,
Started in January of ‘22 ending in December of the same year, Ive found myself to go back to it year after year and boost my mood and give me laugh whenever life pins me down…
These days I’m invested in a podcast called Alan watts daily wisdom and yes they’re sharing the timeless teachings of the philosopher Alan watts through ai in his voice to all the world to listen and view too…
Started a month ago and 24 videos in gathering a whopping 108k followers as we speak (on yt) I’ve found it very helpful and informative by giving me insight to live this life better in ways that are often overlooked…
I’m pretty sure most of the world is suffering with this disease of a very long screen time, hooked on Instagram reels, YouTube shorts and videos, clips on TikTok and many more…
Time seem to pass by so quickly when we are hooked on them that it feels unreal;
You started watching them at 10 at night and suddenly it’s 1:30 before you can see the time on the phone which was there all the time…
There are a lot of things that I use to achieve my goal of reducing screen time a few of them are->
Having a separate phone for doing writing without any distractions so that I can focus when otherwise I would find a way to stop writing and doom-scroll Instagram..
Tracking screen time on both my phones just to keep in touch with how much I used a single app and how much I need to cut back…
Presetting a timer on each app which I use a lot for example I set a timer for an hour on Instagram which is a lot less from 4-5 hours which used to happen without knowing…
Trying to avoid using phones for the first few hours I usually wake up and pen my ideas or any dreams that I had, which makes all of it interesting as it boosts my writing skills and also imaginative skills which help me remember what happened in my dream world…
And at last, I keep my phones a bit away from me like for charging away from me when I have free time so I’d have to walk to it to get it as I’m on my bed, which cuts the interest in getting up and grabbing it a bit more…
The last one is a big mind thing I know…😭😂
And I hope these works for someone in need…
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
What does it mean to be a kid at heart?
Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
To be a kid at heart 🤔 it seems like a very tricky question because it depends on what time in life do you ask this question to a person…
Imagine asking this to a 18 year old who just passed school and now has plans to attend college to further continue their studies or tries to get into a work college to learn and tackle real life skills while working and learning the also earning something for the family
Their response would naturally differ because one where they attend normal college they would still have some innocence, they’d be playful, a little immature and even make mistakes along the way,
But someone who has joined work school/college due to some circumstances they wouldn’t be shaped that way, their first few adult years of upbringing would be much harsher as they would be guided and taught and made aware of the world much sooner than a normal kid would…
Now imagine asking this to a person who is is their mid 30’s working in a corporate world their response would be someone who is a kid at heart would have been exploited a whole lot, a lot of responsibilities would have been given to them(not necessarily belonging to them) and their emotions and their innocence played by many just to get their work done or taken advantage of (in a bad way)…
Now asking this to someone who is in their mid 50’s would be a gem to hear,
They’d start it like,
“Oh to be a kid at heart it would mean the world to them, during their times it was all they could do, they used to play with neighbouring kids and used to do all the fun activities together, take on adventures, watching episodes on tv together, playing console games and so much…
And sometimes it feels like it never goes away, the innocence that someone carries with themselves and how they take care of those around them and feel vulnerable when someone raises their voice at them but at the end of the day they come back in a way to mediate all that happened even if it weren’t their fault…
For me to be a kid at heart is a bad thing, perhaps when you are soft spoken worry to much about other and give other priority by giving yourself a back seat in your own life all one is doing is let them take advantage of your state or the place of mind that you are right now,
Most importantly people skip things make mistakes and tell sorry and such people make mistakes and count on your innocence and your nature of forgiveness more often…
With such a thing comes both ups and downs well such a thing exists and you can find it in people many times,
But it’s upto you to embrace this quirk of theirs or take advantage of it for your own shallow benefits…
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 🥂
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,
Waakiye 