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  • Knowing When to Unplug: Signs You Need a Break

    Knowing When to Unplug: Signs You Need a Break

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Me opening my laptop to see this prompt while,
    there are Instagram reels going on my phone,
    there is a Bluetooth speaker playing music,
    and there hangs around my neck my OnePlus bullets playing the e-book in my ear,
    as I switch all of them off but the laptop,
    staring at this prompt sparking a need to unplug literally,
    also figuratively…

    As soon I turned off all these devices,
    a noise of sort runs all along,
    And,
    it feels like this mind is going to explode,
    but,
    as soon as i turn on the soft music it goes away,
    maybe I’ve become dependent on this,
    my mind wants something to play in the background to function properly…

    Also,
    about the detachment from the work life,
    has become a real problem in this world,
    where more and more managers or those sitting at top tier,
    need the workers to work hard,
    harder,
    longer hours to match their expectations,
    and when something goes wrong,
    it’s ultimately their(Workers) blame…

    Having been on both sides of the said problem,
    it’s known that excessive pressures leads to faults
    and,
    longer hours make them burn off quicker than they can recover from it,
    for someone who just got out of a university knowing how to get the work done isn’t aware of it…

    How one is supposed to recover from the last days work,
    pressures and stresses,
    but,
    someone who has never spent even a single day working is unknown to the toll it takes on the body,
    so,
    it feels like barking up the wrong tree..

    So,
    it’s just that you have to take things on your own hand and provide adequate,
    evidence the fall in work quality and the overall tiredness,
    that people go through,
    which in turn can be regulated by forming unions,
    which demand equal pay for the excessive hard work that people put in,
    its a slippery slope as the workers morale drops,
    which in turn makes the organization crumble…

    It’s of absolute necessity that,
    there are things that are understood by all,
    a need to be free from the constant pressures,
    or things that keep you engaged in continuously,
    form a dependence on that,
    also,
    on being constantly under pressure can make you dependent on it too,
    if there is none chaos follows there too,

    SO,
    a need to detach from things that keep us engaged is absolutely necessary,
    like being away from devices for having peace of mind,
    taking up exercise to make the best out of the time that we keep for ourselves,
    doing breathing exercises,
    using the days off properly (not working),
    spending time with family and friends,
    doing breathing exercises to shift the focus from your soul…

    For those addicted to devices,
    put a lock on the number of hours you can surf one app, which you spend most of your time on,
    like I’ve put up a screen time of half an hour for Instagram,
    and after that I’m locked out for the day,
    convenient yet frustrating,
    but,
    that’s how I’ll learn…

    Happy weekend to those who are celebrating..

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A fear to fall off stays,
    keyboard keys clacks,
    and the sound echoes in the big hall,
    that is now empty…

    As the vision deters,
    a face appears out of nowhere,
    telling me to focus on work and keep my head down,
    glued to the work that,
    i have to finish…

    after a while as my eyes start to give up,
    a need to was my eyes,
    a bottle of eye drops is brought to me,
    which i put in them and start my work…

    As i am about to finish,
    another email reminder pops up,
    for the presentation that’s supposed to happen tomorrow,
    no,
    it’s supposed to happen today,
    as I look at the watch,
    timer stuck 1 in the morning,
    as a notification pops up,
    “Go to sleep”
    bringing me a chuckle…

    An eye is raised,
    as I go back to work…

    “A dreadful life”

  • 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?
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    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 🥂

    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”
  • कफ़न में ना लौटने की अभिलाषा: एक बेटी का संघर्ष

    कफ़न में ना लौटने की अभिलाषा: एक बेटी का संघर्ष


    कफ़न में आना मंजूर है,

    उस बेटी का,

    जिसको पाल पोस कर बड़ा किया;

    लड़ झगड़ कर ना आए वापस वहां,

    बचपन बीता जहां उसका

    हर बार यही कहा;

    जलील हो एक बार,

    बार बार,

    लाखों बार,

    सांस लेना हर एक पल उस घर में,

    जो लगने लगा अब कैद—खाना;

    ताने सुनने पड़े हर बार,

    कभी छोटी जात को ले कर,

    तोह कभी ना आना पैसे वाले खानदान से;

    कफ़न में आना मंजूर है,

    उस बेटी का,

    जिसको पाल पोस कर बड़ा किया;

    वोह एक बार हाथ उठा दिया जो,

    सहम गई वोह,

    रोती—रोती सोचने पर मजबूर,

    ना किया किसी ने ऐसा उस घर,

    जहां से आई वोह;

    देखने पर कोई निशान नहीं,

    हादसा ऐसा,

    जिसकी कोई चोट नहीं,

    पर दुख और पीड़ा अनंत,

    ना जाने कैसे सहार गई;

    वापस जाने को आज कोई घर नहीं,

    जहां से आई वहां के लिए,

    दरवाजे बंद,

    किसी दुख के मुकाम पर,

    वहा के दरवाजे बंद जहां बिताया बचपन मैने;

    खुश होंगे जरूर,

    खुशी दिखेगी,

    चेहरे पर,

    आँखें भी नम होगी,

    जाऊंगी में वापस जब,

    उस दिन खुश होंगे सभ;

    कफ़न में आना मंजूर है,

    उस बेटी का,

    जिसको पाल पोस कर बड़ा किया;

    तब देखेंगे,

    सब गौर से,

    अरे,

    ये तोह,

    बचपन में इसी घर में तोह खेली ये,

    पर,

    उस पल भी सोच में होऊंगी मैं,

    क्या वोह अमीरी जिसकी कमी थी,

    इस घर भी,

    उस घर भी,

    क्या वोह पाई किसी को,

    या ले गई मैं अपने इस किस्मत की अमीरी अपने साथ;

    उस सफेद में,

    आऊंगी वापस,

    पर आऊंगी लेके चेहरे पर एक मुस्कान,

    क्योंकि,

    दुखी होके,

    किसी का दिल दुखा के,

    लड़ झगड़ के

    आना,

    मना जो है मेरा….।

    A young girl with long dark hair, partially covered by a white cloth, gazes intensely at the camera with a serious expression. She has a small red bindi on her forehead and her skin has warm tones, conveying a deep emotional presence.
    A sense of loss,
    profound,
    filled with grief…

    Every breath taken,
    in a sense,
    to last longer,
    than the last…

    The pain,
    like
    a slow working poison,
    hurting as its traveling to parts different,
    and eats from within the being…

    A sense of doom,
    looms over the person,
    a fear that haunts,
    reminding,
    of the change in dynamics,
    of the responsibilities that were shed,
    once she was given from a home,
    to a house,
    unknown…

    Numerous calls,
    a wish to return,
    A wish to see the faces of those remaining,
    BUT,
    A strict no,
    stood in the way,
    As she breathed,
    drank,
    dabbed herself in poison,
    each day,
    until the blue,
    overcame her,
    and there she lay,
    in a cloth pure white,
    a call was made…

    A call was made,
    that carefree father’s laughter,
    turned into nightmare,
    as tears started to fall,
    the drive was painful,
    The words barely leaving,
    As they saw,
    their daughter,
    or what remained of her,
    in a cloth,
    PURE WHITE…

    Wishing a conversation,
    a last one,
    but,
    unaware of the fact,
    they themselves closed that gate shut….!
  • Nostalgia for Childhood: Living Without Screens

    Nostalgia for Childhood: Living Without Screens

    Daily writing prompt
    Do you remember life before the internet?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    You’re not gonna believe that I was curled up in my bed,
    thinking as the clock stuck 00:00 hours,
    I should read something before going to sleep,
    (Trying to induce a habit of reading..)
    As I picked a book from my collection,
    it was either Khalil Gibran’s collection,
    or,
    it was metamorphosis by Kafka which I bought,
    the night before i.e. Sunday night from a roadside book seller…

    Before I could even focus my eyes on the words written on the first page of metamorphosis,
    It felt blurry,
    remembering little,
    the character turned into bug,
    there was a description,
    how he looked at himself,
    who he was,
    looking at the picture he hung that he cut out of the magazine…

    that’s all I could remember,
    the first page that to barely,
    I thought to myself,
    is this the same mind that read pages upon pages during its prime…?

    As I put the book in its place,
    a wall mounted drawer,
    and tried to fall asleep,
    but,
    I couldn’t,
    I was using 3 devices simultaneously before,
    my phone checking the messages,
    getting updates from a brother who’s fighting an addiction,
    and doing a splendid job keeping at it,
    Another one,
    who just came back from giving a competitive exam,
    and has had a long day,
    requiring a full day’s sleep to be in working condition again,
    another one who opened a new office and is dying from traveling as the commute has added 3 hours which he has to steal from these 24 hours…

    My laptop for penning down my thoughts and ideas,
    in the WordPress app,
    as a few ideas flew by me,
    one of which I explored last night,
    and wrote a prose in a language commonly spoken here,
    about a girl who is held in boundations,
    and isn’t welcomed by her maternal home,
    in a setting that is absolutely heartbreaking….

    My wireless sound bar,
    which played one of the favorite playlists that has songs from Panjabi culture,
    some Hindi songs and Gazals or a collection of old poetry,
    which brought me immense joy,
    and every once in a while,
    a new song would pop in and I’d have to change it,
    and remove it from my playlist…

    Surrounded by these things,
    I thought of a life before all of this,
    these devices,
    these apps,
    these screens and,
    it took me back to a time when we had those buttoned phones and nothing more…

    I remember,
    getting bored of playing snake game and then going out to play with my friends in the colony we grew up in,
    we used to run after each other,
    play hide and seek,
    hopscotch because we had these sandstone blocks outside our home,
    which would make it way easier to prepare and play around,
    but,
    those memories were blemishing,
    maybe I forgot some of it…

    We used to wake up early,
    watch our grandparents light an incense stick in prayer room,
    after then watching them read the newspaper on the rocking chair,
    sipping on their piping hot tea,
    occasionally taking a bite of biscuit or rusk that was kept right next to their cup and saucer…

    I remember rushing to take a bath,
    after that hurriedly chomping down breakfast,
    it was something light like poha,
    or a paratha (Indian flatbread with filling),
    something that we all loved,
    after that going to school where we used to enjoy our friendship,
    meeting those who we liked from the bottom of our hearts,
    some crushes,
    some whom we adored,
    and found cute…

    Our parents went to their work,
    father returning home late around 8 or 9,
    mother returning home early and preparing evening snacks for us kids,
    and preparing dinner for the people in the house,
    and finally getting back to bed,
    late around 11 pm or 23:00 hours…

    Occasionally going out to buy sweets like jalebis,
    or something,
    never missing the night walk,
    staring at the starry sky and the moon,
    as we used to walk back home,
    tiredness kicking in as soon as we reached home,
    and falling asleep under,
    the rotating fan and occasional cooler blowing cold air which turned into hot after it ran out of water,
    and then replacing it with new water after cleaning it to remove the foul smell…

    The respect that we held for our elders and the stories that we heard from their own mouth,
    that too very keenly,
    shaping our beliefs and moral compasses,
    without many distractions,
    we were able to focus better;
    and having a genuine relationship because of face-to-face conversations,
    and learning about our culture and heritage from the word of mouth,
    rather than having to search google or YouTube just like these…

    A time to remember and cherish it was…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Those were the good days,
    we keep on telling ourselves,
    as the generation that grew up playing outside,
    before the technological advancement that made our lives,
    Easier yet more chaos filled…

    Remembering,
    crying to our parents to play outside,
    our eyes feel watery this day too,
    But,
    seeing the roads empty,
    break our heart shattering them into little pieces,
    a history of fun gone,
    replaced by technology…

    That crying before going to school,
    and the tiredness that surrounded afterwords,
    that sleeping after coming home,
    or those time spent,
    during exam period,
    cramming everything into this little brain of ours…

    Then pouring it all into these exam papers,
    but,
    remembering those times brings nostalgia,
    that keeps us from forgetting those good times…

    Going out with our parents after they returned home from work,
    grabbing ice cream as they talked to each other,
    worries about our well-being,
    our school life,
    and their personal life too,
    remembering them talking to each other we used to feel happy,
    that we were blessed with such caring and worried parents,

    “The Simpler times”
  • The Duality of ‘Having It All’ Across Generations

    The Duality of ‘Having It All’ Across Generations

    Daily writing prompt
    What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    This is something that one needs to ask themselves,
    no matter how or where they stand in life,
    Maybe they are not doing so well financially,
    Maybe they are not at the age where they can choose between family and their career,
    Maybe they need to explore themselves more before sharing them with someone else,
    OR,
    Maybe they feel like having a presence mean that their peace will be bothered,
    and they are not ready yet to be a part of something that world wants,
    pushes them to be…

    There’s an extreme duality in this question if you’d believe me ;

    You can ask this question,
    this exact same question to someone who comes from extreme poverty,
    and you will get two answers to this one,

    One,
    the older generation who has been through this and feels just wants their immediate needs met,
    they think if they can afford food this day,
    or two square meals a day,
    because that’s how they believe it is,
    if they can attain food for the day,
    they have earned their keep,
    they have had it all for the day…

    On the contrary,
    they younger generation,
    they won’t stop,
    they will use any means or methods,
    to achieve what they have planned,
    even if it means,
    getting home late,
    using any way to achieve what they want,
    no matter how legal or illegal…

    What is that mindset that can be satisfied by achieving one goal..?

    I have planned another goal after this one,
    and another one after that…
    that’s how growth happens,
    you just keep hitting a spot,
    once and keep at it again and again,
    until you become a master at it,
    the process that takes years,
    entire lifetime maybe,
    BUT,
    keeping at it matters…

    As for me,
    I can never have it all,
    having it all means death of wishes and wants for me,
    but that happens when you believe that you’ve got it all,

    If there’s an empty space that keeps pushing,
    forcing you for strive for better results,
    forever,
    that means you’ll never get tired to work hard,
    even if it takes a form of inspiration to be a better daughter/son,
    father/mother, brother/sister,
    or a friend too…

    Its only attainable,
    If you believe you’ve achieved the goal first,
    and that too 100% of it,
    which is already set to max difficulty pushing you above and beyond…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    As I looked from afar,
    a family,
    a family that I call mine,
    hosting the birthday party,
    a child that was welcomed this day,
    a few years back,
    a family,
    a family I call mine…

    As I sat in my car,
    waiting as the stresses of the world grabbed me by the throat,
    I had to leave them in my car,
    or,
    at the workplace,
    where I got it all from,
    but,
    this day,
    this day I was handed more,
    more than what I could handle,
    and almost forgot all about this,
    all about the birth of my own child…

    As I looked from afar…

    I wish I could’ve come home earlier,
    planned it with them,
    be a part of process that makes it all happen,
    But,
    something at makes it all happens,
    the finances that back it all,
    they wouldn’t have been arranged,
    if I were,
    if I came home earlier…

    As I looked from afar,
    a family,
    a family that I call mine…
  • 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?
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    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 🥂

    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…

  • Why Each Day Feels Like a Lie

    Why Each Day Feels Like a Lie

    Daily writing prompt
    What sacrifices have you made in life?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    The prompt of this day made me realize,
    as it gave me a chance to look back at what sorts of things,
    I’ve taken just because,
    also,
    Taken them up on the face value,
    thinking it was for a betterment of a figure bigger than me,
    but,
    all of that turned out to be false,
    when it came to my realization,
    that i was just a stepping stone…

    I’ve summed up in a single post a part of my life,
    how I used to live,
    telling myself lie after lie,
    and how i made an ultimate sacrifice of losing myself,
    my life for a place that doesn’t give 2 F’s about me,
    my life or my well-being…

    Every waking moment,
    just as I woke up,
    It felt like,
    A sacrifice was made;

    A lie,
    I started with a lie,
    “That this day shall be a good one…!”
    “This day will be a good one”
    “I will give my 100% and I will make the best out of the day…”
    will this day be a good one?
    I used to ask myself…

    As the day began,
    the morning coffee,
    which I brutally messed up,
    I told myself another lie,
    “It happens,
    it’s easy to mess up,
    It’s easy to mess a CUP OF COFFEE…..?
    is it easy to mess up a cup of coffee?
    I used to ask myself…

    As i got late,
    yet again,
    because I forgot myself within my thoughts while taking a shower,
    and i hurriedly didn’t take breakfast,
    I asked myself,
    “Was it worth it,
    to spend time thinking instead of leaving for work early…?
    was it worth it to be trapped in traffic for the 20 minutes which could have been avoided,
    if you didn’t think,
    if you could have just taken a shower and left for work,
    But,
    Oh no you couldn’t,
    so now you’re stuck in traffic,
    STAY STUCK IN IT….
    was it my fault to be stuck in traffic?
    I used to ask myself…

    Now the boss won’t leave you alone,
    you forgot the mail that you were supposed to send yesterday evening,
    you heard an earful,
    but you couldn’t say anything,
    “You knew you were at the wrong here,
    You made a reminder but forgot as you reached home,
    because you lay flat and woke up late at night to change and hit the bed yet again without eating…!”
    was it my fault i reached home late or i was overworked?
    I used to ask myself…

    The entire afternoon,
    i spent working on things that were the part of yesterdays,
    and had to work all alone on the project that was a part of someone else’s job just because they were full of work already…
    Couldn’t eat lunch so I got another coffee,
    as the day came to an end,
    I started what work I was assigned this morning,
    it got late,
    as clock hit 9,
    It was a reminder to leave office and head back home,
    “Was I in the wrong here,
    because i didn’t take anything home today,
    but,
    i was asked to update this day’s work tomorrow morning,
    so,
    i had to take work home…”
    why did i have to take work home…?
    I used to ask myself…

    On reaching home around 10 pm,
    having no energy to cook anything,
    I ordered some takeaway,
    to be delivered under an hour,
    I looked in horror as dinner would arrive at 11.
    on canceling the order and making something like rice and eggs at the place i call home,
    I took a seat at the desk,
    and began the work,
    before I could look up,
    it was 1 am,
    saving it I closed my device and hit the bed,
    I wish I could have done this yesterday,
    Or the day before,
    Or the day before that,
    Or the day before that,
    I used to ask myself…

    An ultimate sacrifice that I made,
    was giving a place my years,
    when all in return I got were literal peanuts,
    and trauma that still haunts me this day,
    Just like I am up this morning,
    time being 4:32 AM IST,
    I remember when I used to curse myself for bringing this life upon myself…

    But those days are gone now,
    And I really wish from the bottom of my heart a well life for those who are employed there or starting work there…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Often I found myself,
    contemplating life,
    the choices that led to this point,
    and one of these days,
    I sat down,
    just like the image,
    surrounded by the sea of files,
    a cup of coffee on my left,
    in which remained a single gulp,
    and,
    on my right was a fresh cup that I poured,
    moments before…

    Just like this,
    exactly like this one,

    all until one day,
    I looked back at the situation i was in,
    killing me slowly this work,
    As I felt burdened,
    threatened by the piles of work that was pushed onto me,
    just because I was swift,
    or was given additional responsibility,
    without me ever thinking about it,
    considering it all normal…

    Until it wasn’t,
    Until everything going around me wasn’t…

  • Delicious Fruits You Must Try This Summer

    Delicious Fruits You Must Try This Summer

    Daily writing prompt
    List your top 5 favorite fruits.
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Well isn’t this a nice change of pace,
    my top 5 favorite fruits,
    Hmm…

    it really got me thinking that I need to include more fruits into my diet,
    but,
    there are a few which I absolutely love…

    Oranges being one of the most convenient one and easily available fruit,
    being the combination of citrus and sweet plus a big intake of fiber,
    packs a punch and keeps me satiated for longer…

    How can one forget Watermelon,
    the flavor that is nowhere to be found and in this peak summer heat it’s refreshing,
    you can’t go wrong with a cooled watermelon after working in the summer heat,
    or returning home after a tiring afternoon…

    Ever heard of Grapes,
    The range goes beyond 10.000 varieties,
    but on a broader scale,
    we see green, purple and red ones,
    they are used in so many ways,
    popping them just like that,
    freezing and using them instead of ice in drinks,
    and the biggest place they’re used in making wines of many varieties,
    they automatically make a fruit platter look more appealing with the different shapes they’re available in,
    don’t forget they are used to make raisins too…

    Bananas,
    do I even need to say anything,
    The only fruit that is made which comes in nature’s packaging and can be eaten on the go without making any mess ever,
    the years of tweaking with its DNA has made it seedless,
    and a perfect snack that can be had whenever,
    (I’m looking at a basket of a dozen sitting right Infront of me as I’m writing this one..)

    I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of the phrase,
    “An apple a day keeps the doctor away…”

    The varieties of it kills me each time,
    there are 4-5 different types/qualities each and every supermarket or fruit market that I visit,
    like they are coming from a single source right…?
    but,
    packed with so much flavor and crunch,
    some sweeter than sugar,
    some sour like granny smith used to make pies and tarts,
    a good piece of apple looks beautiful,
    is firm to touch,
    and has no visible indentation that you can feel with your hands…

    With this,
    the prompt of this day comes to an end,
    my top five favorite fruits…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A night that’s dark,
    darker are these thoughts,
    pitch black like tar,
    feels like there isn’t a tomorrow,
    just like there wasn’t a yesterday’s morning.

    On this pitch-black night,
    walks with me my shadow,
    I see it,
    when a speck of moonlight tries to reach this body,
    as soon as I turn this head,
    I see it escaping.

    On this dark night,
    I walk these streets unknown,
    unknown to who’s following me,
    I walk with fear within this heart…
  • Overcoming Social Media Addiction: Small Steps

    Overcoming Social Media Addiction: Small Steps

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing really well…!

    There is a need for each and every one to improve themselves,
    it might be something that is well within your reach or maybe requires some effort,
    maybe a lot of it,
    if you’re starting from zero,
    but that’s how the efforts are made,
    and they give you the fruits of all the time you put in…

    I really wish to be less addicted to things,
    I am very much addicted to social media apps,
    Instagram and such,
    and they have been cutting into my time;

    The time,
    I have to provide towards another aspects of life,
    My family,
    My life
    Friends and other personal aspects of my life,
    there has been nothing but efforts from my side,
    but,
    I cannot afford to give it up too,
    because a lot of work happens there also that’s how we are connected to each other,
    because of many such reasons,
    I cannot give up social media…

    This too being a part of social media,
    but,
    the place that you call home,
    consider home,
    one cannot defame it,
    can they…?

    There are others like,
    lower screen time,
    not using it at all at or before bed time or during eating,
    and many other things like making a reminder of tasks that you have to accomplish during the day,
    making your bed,
    taking the morning walk or the workout;

    and one must do things to move ahead and be a better version of self,
    that’s how we all move ahead…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    With a phone in this hand,
    I watch as things,
    some important,
    other non-important ones pile up:

    On setting reminders and snoozing them from hours on time,
    and after that,
    contemplating the life choices that led to this point,
    I look at the screen,
    a blank one,
    a reminder pops us,
    yet again;

    Take a break,
    scroll the app that you like,
    A sly laughter leaves my face as,
    I go in the balcony and in my hand a light,
    A spark is heard,
    and smoke rises,
    easing my mind…

  • The Power of Positive Influence in Life

    The Power of Positive Influence in Life

    Daily writing prompt
    Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.
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    Hey…

    I hope you all are doing well…

    This prompt is one of the good ones,
    someone who had a positive impact on my life,
    this sparks numerous questions because there have been equally or more who have had a negative impact on me and my life and given me ideas to live a life much better than how they shall ever live…

    I’ll share one of each;

    I got a chance of meeting one such person with whom I’m still in contact with,
    I just talked to them a few minutes back,
    I wish for them to prosper and have a beautiful life forever,
    The exams that they’re preparing for,
    I hope from the bottom of my heart that they achieve what they want in life,
    (Even if I won’t be a part of their life if they achieve their dreams i shall remember them forever…)

    She studies a subject that we both have undying love for,
    and that’s how we connected,
    on finding that she studies it,
    and I have a keen interest for it,
    Our conversations happen on and around the same topic,
    and we both learn and love it,
    when both of us love and grow from our astute and very niche observations…

    That’s the type of conversations I wanted to have forever,
    and on finding someone who does makes my life much better and worth living;

    She has been the one,
    and the only one for whom i shall continue to write,
    because her words of praise aren’t just there to fill a void,
    but,
    they help me by giving me an inspiration and a will to continue forever…
    and i hope they will forever….

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    There was something bugging me,
    I was in my home,
    One place that’s considered safe,
    I was trembling,
    Looking for someone,
    Something there…

    What was it,
    I couldn’t put my hand on it…!

    And all I could do was shake and tremble,
    And tell those around me,
    Nothing…

    I’m good,
    I’m all good,
    Everything’s alright as I looked at myself,
    In the mirror,
    I saw the horror within my eyes..