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Tools of Expression: My Writing Essentials

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

07/06/2025
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?
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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 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

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….”

06/06/2025
Books That Shaped My Perspective
Daily writing prompt
List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

It has been a while since I’ve read a book,
but It has been one of my goals to start reading books in this year,
which I haven’t been able to pick up in such a long time even though there’s a post it notes that I’ve stuck in my room that I see upon my entry,
but,
Something happens,
Sometimes I’m too lazy,
sometimes it’s just that I don’t feel like reading,
and sometimes the time just flies away once I begin scrolling Instagram,
eating all of my said time…

But,
If asked that what books I’ve read,
that sparked a change in me is these three…
1. The Prophet by Khalil Gibran
  One of those books which was a hand me down from my cousin sister,
  and became one of those books which left me shook,
  from the bottom of my core,
  because it was one of those books which i started reading because i genuinely wanted to read and absorb something good,
  it wasn’t something that I did to pass time,
  and on reading so much and so many perspectives in such a slim book,
  although not easy to understand for a beginner,
  because of the tone its written in,
  condensed into a few pages it was the essence of life and how to live in it…
2. Dr. Cuterus by Dr. Tanaya Narendra
  I got this one as a gag gift from a cool friend that I have,
  Dr. Tanaya who goes on by the name of ” Dr_cuterus ” on Ig,
  is a doctor who guides all of us,
  including her 1.8M followers,
  about personal and sexual wellness…
  In her book she talks about things that is kept hidden,
  and often comes at a price that younger generation pays,
  she talks about all this in a fun and easy to understand way which keeps the reader hooked and entertained,
  A must read for each and everyone as they reach at an age where they begin to question these things where parents cannot or wont talk about it with their children…
3. A mix of religious books
  The third according to me is mix of religious books,
  A Quran which I bought as a gift when I went to Old Delhi on a trip with an old friend of mine,
  A Bible which I picked up as one of my friends was leaving the state as his father’s job shifted to another state,
  causing him to pack and move all of his stuff,
  from which he gave me a parting gift (kind of)…
A mix of books that gave me a perspective,
and exposure that no other soul can,
forever grateful for them I am and I shall be…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

Just like that,
amassing a fortune,
for some this might be just books that sit and collect dirt,
but for a reader,
it becomes a treasure,
that one can reap forever…

As the dust that sits,
and often its cleaned,
often the pages are explored,
As the bookmarks are shifted every once in a while…

As the story proceeds,
the good takes the win,
losses are taken up by the evil,
and with all of the things that happen in this world,
this cruel world that exists,
provides a comfort,
provides all of us a zone with some sort of stability,
that helps us to live in this world,
this cruel hard and cutthroat world…

“A safe escape…”
03/06/2025
The Simple Joy of Music in Everyday Life

Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

Have you ever heard music…?

I have,
and I can’t get enough of it ever,
there are times so hard at moments,
where I can’t face the world,
But,
music was,
and all I could do was wrap myself around in its comfort…

There are moments,
some dreadful,
some joyous,
that make up the part of my daily schedule,
and living through them becomes a pain,
but,
a music makes the passing of time easier,
by shifting the focus of the stresses off of me,
by helping me calm down,
and with a calm mind i can look at problems differently,
from various perspectives and find an optimal solution,
just with the help of music…

I listen to music to feel the emotions that I can’t feel,
haven’t felt in a long time,
like,
there are some tunes spark a sense of intense longing or missing a person from the bottom of our heart,
but,
that too has its benefits,
reminding us of our past and mistakes that have been made,
to not repeat it ever again…

During some joyous,
extremely happy times like marriage of close relatives,
or even enjoying night out with my friends,
i have found music to be our partner,
to enjoy happy moments,
and during it,
deepened our bond with each other,
finding things that we listen to by sharing them with each other…

I am really grateful for music to exist in the same timeline as me,
to which I’ve fallen in love with from the bottom of my heart…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

A journey that we tread on,
finding things that comfort us,
on a path that we set,
for ourselves to walk on…

In a dimly lit scene,
as these words paint a picture vivid,
enough to escape the real one,
and live in it;

But,
the reality often inescapable,
forces us to return,
cage our being,
our essence,
by catching us as we flee…

As we use methods to escape,
or feel something,
sparking a change,
sometimes an inspiration to be a better version of self,
or to be a better human overall,
and,
with that,
comes a sense of belief,
that it was made for us,
a gift from gods,
a hymn or a verse,
that detaches us,
cuts our worries short…

“A blessing to these ears…”

01/06/2025
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 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….!

29/05/2025
Lessons Learned from My Work Experience

Daily writing prompt
What jobs have you had?
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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

Exceptional work on getting this day’s prompt too,
the type of jobs I’ve had…

It might seem like i am a person who has done a lot in my life,
in a sense that these words or the type of person they portray me to be,
but,
in the contrary,
the type of job that i’m currently involved in had no relation to the type of career path i chose in my high school or my bachelors…

I’ve worked the same job and picked up various tasks,
starting as a helper,
picking up scraps and filling up coolant water,
and cutting huge quantities of material,
often returning home covered in soot and a layer of metal dust and sweat due to long shifts without breaks,
to operating machines big and small,
by learning the basics and now doing tricky processes on my own,
currently,
grinding things to their sizes within the specified tolerances,
and giving them to the customers,
Also,
face to face customer dealing from day 1…

The type of field that I’m currently in,
has unlimited potential for growth,
But,
it doesn’t have the matching pay to it,
you can have all the skills,
quote what you are deserving of,
but,
a helper or someone who will be taught will be a replacement of you within a few days,
i.e. no sense of job security…

Being from a commerce background,
I started with a blank slate,
with limited knowledge,
of the field,
but,
the sheer dedication,
and focus that i put in,
(not being able to find any other at the time),
i picked up the family business and have taken it upwards only…

Didn’t work many jobs,
but a range of jobs within one to develop skills that can be used in many places,
and,
I’m grateful for that…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye🤍

Often,
I find myself,
sitting,
pondering,
wondering,
if the work i did today mattered…?

Did it matter that i woke up,
set that early alarm,
woke up before that,
and got ready to avoid the morning rush…

Did it matter…?

Did it matter,
that i arrived before anyone could,
and started work earlier than anyone,
preparing the type of work each and every employee had to work on,
make a detailed process and work sheet,
set timings to check the type of work that went on,
Routinely checking the prepared product,
the tolerance and the proper build,
and like that,
staying on these tippy toes,
i get the work done,
Advising,
checking,
guiding,
before i could look up it was lunch,
a late one…

It was 3 in the afternoon,
before i could sit and eat my lunch in peace,
by then i got a call for delivery of raw material,
inhaling my food i went out,
and brought some helpers,
and after a thorough investigation,
the product was kept in the designated place,
As the clock stuck 4…

Before i could go on another checking shift,
i was given a task to prepare and look at the repairs of a machine,
After meticulously studying and locating the err,
not within our scope the maintenance staff was called in,
taking up 45 minutes,
as i went on to checking the final product…

Before i could come back the machine was up and running,
downtime of 42 minutes,
which was easy to manage and work around…

As the clock stuck 5 staff stared to leave,
workday being over,
some overtime staff that stayed on half an hour,
by the clock stuck 5:45 the place was empty,
deserted like there existed none,
By 6 and checking all of the machines before leaving
not leaving anyone of them on,
and putting in my timestamp,
i left for my home…

where I sat,
just like that,
thinking,
did it matter,
as i prepared for another day,
and 4 more to come…

“Did it matter…?”

29/05/2025
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”

27/05/2025
How Writing Transformed My Self-Perception

Daily writing prompt
What are you good at?
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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 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍

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Six months.
An year.
More than 2 years.
More than 5 years.

Warning

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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…”

26/05/2025
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…

25/05/2025
Finding Time for Oneself: A Personal Story

Daily writing prompt
Who would you like to talk to soon?
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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-being🥲)
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 🥂

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”

24/05/2025