“……Life can meet love, and love may blow up happy living, but can only love do that?…”

She walked ahead like a doll, amidst the wet sand,

Her messy hair playing with the breeze like a child with a magical wand,

Hands stretched open and out, tearing the flowing wind.

Who was she? Here, at the earliest to be called a morning?

She wasn’t fat nor too skinny. Just a normal woman, no model like clothes or Nike sneakers. She wasn’t filthy, nor pure. Her clothes were loose, hanging over her shoulders and filled with breeze that hit it, seperating it away from her body. Missing were her demeanor of fitness challenges or Instagram posts but why did she have to be on the beach so early?

Serein dropping down slowly, and tenderly.. making her skin shine with blush red, chills running down her body and goosebumps popping up, still she was focussed on something ahead of her.

Her eyes held a blank stare,

And face with expression unaware.

Who was she?

International women’s week!

” she maybe one among guys, and they may be one among her…..”

First of all, I would like to wish you all, belated happy women’s day! I know, I know, I’m late. But I feel this is the right time some of us would take time to read such a post as, maybe the entire WordPress site is filled with women’s day posts.

Woman- a word, that means softness, compassion, kindness, blush, flowers, water and other happy, soft natured things. But if you are a woman, you’re probably going, “Really?” I understand that, because as a woman, I feel the same. As an Indian dynamic youngster, womanhood means many different things to me, but the society I live in, thinks differently. A woman, if you search online, “A man’s girlfriend, lover or wife” is one among the definitions and if you choose to look at pictures, you would find pics of models, who are posing sexily, exposing their back, pouting, or maybe even breasts ­čśé! The funniest part is finding that adolescent guys look in with the query, “name for woman’s chest”, nowadays being a woman means taking perfect selfies(without filters), having a thigh gap, and having full breasts and butts. Seriously world? What’s wrong with you? Okay, let’s leave it and come back to this later. If you search for wallpaper for girls, you will see all kinds of pink, coffee cups, ribbons, rainbows, cartoon characters, flowers and I’m a princess quotes. If a woman swears, she becomes a whore and if she loves someone she becomes a slut, if she chooses to argue over something wrong she becomes a bitch. If she studies a lot, she becomes a nerd, if she debates well she becomes an arrogant girl and if she doesn’t study, she becomes illiterate bitch and suppose if she doesn’t fight or argue she becomes weak and fragile.

There are a tonne of feminists over here, who just rant over some very popular issue but gets drooly if sex tape is released rather than protecting that female. Still, we can find women here, who blame the girl for getting raped and force her to get married if she reaches 23+ of age. We can still see mothers who ask their girls to cover up and pat their son’s back if he had been laid.

A woman is a human being who is strong, though she gets minimal credit for it; is powerful, though she decides to follow; is lovable, though she argues; and can burn someone easily, though she doesn’t and remains quiet and dies within herself. Flowers aren’t always able to represent woman but she loves them. Women love other colors much more than ‘pink’. All women don’t like coffee and messy buns don’t suit everyone. Selfies are idiotic, we know that but we pose like silly geese for it, and don’t always look like divas. We don’t have bigger, rounder and fuller lips, or breasts or butts(no thigh gap). All of us don’t wear makeup. We go through many more struggles, than men. Not do all of us love playguys. It’s tough to walk with confidence in a place where even women judge other women. We get more depressed, anxious and mood swings than you people, but not do those always mean we are in our period. We feel the same pain when we get hit, or struck by a knife or bitten. Then why do you classify us as the weaker sex? We can lift weights and build our bodies with highly packed muscles( and nerves seen). We can murder and shoot and play baseball and football and volleyball and even wrestly and kickbox. Why are we still the fragile ones? We study alot and even abroad, we travel by ourselves, stay by ourselves, remain single, pay our own tuition and rent and work 24/7. Why are we still the dependant ones?

When there are women suffering from crimes, where do these feminists go? Until an issue gets blown up, why do they remain silent? Why don’t many girls and women fight against bullies but decide to reduce their self love because of it? Who will teach us about sexual, physical al and verbal abuse at a small age to encourage us to come up soon?

Nothing of these sort is done, but women’s day is celebrated online. Everyone are respected in facebook ,snapchat, WhatsApp and other mediums but, catcalled, howled and whistled at when she crosses them.

The achievement of women’s day is yet to be made. A complete change is yet to be witnessed before widespread celebration of nothing but online wishes.

The world needs us to prove ourselves. Give your best from this women’s day week and make sure you have something great to celebrate next year that you feel proud of as a woman or as a group of women. Take an oath and run this race female!! You are yet to reach the destination!

Take care, until then,

A floating petal


‘ sometimes, it feels good to listen to words in different languages…’

The title is a Sanskrit word, that means, ‘existence’. After a weak of monotonous exhaustion of the body and soul by a small virus(Chickenpox), my approach has gotten wider and much detailed. How? Here you go,

I have already had my chicken pox vaccination and had this disease previously (7 years before), apparently the vaccinations fail in our country and sadly, my immunity got vaporized and gave way to see me get slashed up. But that’s not all, three days of adieu to my university classes, I had felt the worse…

Not only did my chickenpox reoccur but, along with it came my depression, as I got improper care and love that a patient should have recieved and with none to talk to and no proper way to spend time. TV got boring minute by minute and so did games. I got frustrated by the smallest of small things and not to forget, the itchy rashes. C’mon, how long can a person sleep, no matter if she is with an illness. And, as usual my brain got struck by its thoughtfulness hammer and I realised that a 5.2 foot creature can be slain by a micro organism that had once lost the battle but returned for a revenge, would you still underestimate a person’s height? ┬áThe human brain can quickly understand and fear for something that might be doubtful, it can estimate and diagnose too(which, many a times, are right), would you call someone a stupid guy/gurl? You feel happy about having alotta holidays and then the right next day you regret having the holiday, would you still over estimate what things would turn out as? Feeling bad about a few little unspotted pimples? Be glad that you didn’t have a chickenpox, coz bruh… Your entire body would be pimplish(I just framed that sorry if it’s kinda stupid). You call yourself self controlled? Get left with a caretaker and a phone next to you, and take some days off, let’s see where it ends up!!

Before you get mad at me about the connection between the title and the passage(musings, to be clear). Relate, my dear. It’s the struggle for existence and be proud that you fought a battle today and fulfilled your astittv( as-thi-th-vuh) you are an existing entity and your battling, don’t let your mind ruin this or your life by calling negative ish because…

After all,

Jis tara ke astittv Ko hum sochte hain,

Waheen astittv hum paathe hain!

(Which type of existence we imagine and think about,

That’s exactly how we get it)



‘as I moved closer, I spot the wound down under… This is not where I belong and this is not what I should be like…’

This is my heart, and the words that strongly pulsate throughout within my insides. Sadness and it’s depth kept increasing increasing, paving its path to depression.

Medicines, drugs, suicide, what not? Nothing worked. I missed someone, more of, something. Lost in tragedy my brain went numb. Nothing made sense, blood became a mere liquid and eyes just a tear emitting machine. Counseling, advice, quotes none made me smile,

Until that very second, I saw this beauty. She was independent, and open to all her thoughts, that were submerged deep within herself. None else were as deep as her. She matched the color of her friend, who joined her and completed her journey, yet she had no end. Many tried to complete her and replace her friend but none ever was successful. She seems different to each one of us, she gets angry and shows it up when she has taken more if it.

She was the ‘Ocean’. I saw her far ahead of my eyes, that made it glitter and flutter with happiness. None else gave my heart that place, that fondness. She enveloped me into her embrace when I touched her. She made me gulp for air, she made me long for more of my life. She was my love at first sight. She gave me thoughts that provoked my longing to live. The longing to love, and to embrace.

I was incomplete, and she had completed me. She took many forms- plains, plateaus, valleys, mountain tops, waterfalls, to even small plants, herbs and shrubs that fills the entirety.

Travelling has become my aim and that bloats up my passion to a million times. She has been my starting and will be my end. That’s where I got enlightened and got to know the purpose of my life,

“How did you understand your life’s passion? “

Hey you!

Hey you! Yes, you. Hi!! Uhm… Seems like you don’t remember me. But I do, how can I forget you? After all, you’ve done so much to me.

Remember the girl, with whom you used to speak all day, all night at the start of your university education? No, not Stella. No not Salma either. The girl whom you’d gift roses everytime you saw her. The girl you were crazy about!! Uh-oh I’m not Samantha, try harder. Do you remember the girl for whom you fought hard with your senior, and returned with bleeding nose and an unconscious opponent? You don’t remember any of that do you?

Oh, you want better clues? Okay. Do you remember that girl with whom your friends loved to play Xbox with? The girl who was set up a destination birthday celebration when she turned 18?

Okay I’ll give you the best clue:

Do you remember the girl, who you and your friends tied up on the table that should supposedly have her birthday presents? The girl that you people stripped out and killed all her confidence of being a girl? The girl whose body you people killed and let to rot, with smile and mocking laughter? The girl you thought would never return? The girl whose body you killed but didn’t stop with only that but proceeded to wipe your fingerprints off with rubbing alcohol, rubbing so much that her fragile body hurt, both inside and out!

Aaah, now a flash of memories flood your eyes. What a delightful look?! You see here? On the pram? These are my kids, I named him after you. You wanna know why? Because I want to raise a better version of you who is completely opposite to who you are. Bring him up with etiquettes that your mother didn’t teach you. The respect for the opposite sex she didn’t instigate within you. At first I was so broke, with so many nightmares, no place to live, no food to eat. Then came up a family, who offered me all that I missed, they called up my home and I returned back, not knowing that I had two little lives inside me. Little did I know where you people had gone. But I knew for sure that you had slashed my heart very very deep.

You changed me completely, a top rank student had gone without university life. Starting her own cafe. Getting so many kicks, while sleeping. But now, I’m thankful to you, that my life has gotten much sweeter. Even though they remind me of you,

I’m proud they wouldn’t be like me or you.


Tract #4: J for January

“It’s those last days that show us the beauty of moments spent happily”

It’s 31st December, the last day of the year. I don’t know why I am excited to meet 2017 but something tells me that life is about to change. Waking up to a year that’s going to get extinct by tomorrow, a chill runs across my spine. Like a new species will 2017 come into our lives, hugging through all our practice and by the same time next year, we would bid and give way for its extinction. Everything is magical about 2016, the new goals that started to affix themselves in everyone’s brains which were much clearer than the ones framed in the year before. New friends that our eyes and heart found, making us understand how time passes and the strength of old friendships. Pranks played in our lives and others through unnecessary words, silence and kinesics. Lessons learnt, big or small, valuable or not, happy or sad, there stayed in our brains, locked up in its memory garage. To be a little extra poetic, some milk milk turning into curd, and some curds turning into flavored yoghurt whereas some rotting into wastebins, so we’re our relationships and experience. But overall 2016 was surely great, for all, because we should start looking at stars and not at the dirt filled ground ┬áHappy new year ahead!!

Tract #3: The one who baths in ashes

Everything seemed dark, both from the inside and on the outside. Cold winds blowing from the West to East, still causing no shake or shiver. Perched upon the icy mountain top of Himalayas, his abode being Kailash. Eyes closed and focused on something extraordinary. “Who was he?”, did the tribal men squirm of discomfort. Whereas the women were fangirling him, this sudden stranger, who looked much handsome in comparison to the tribal men. He remained silent throughout, each day did they come to check on him, their excitement increasing as time passed by, each second going swiftly, his hairs gently swaying as the breeze engulfed him each time. The girls took turns to see him, contesting on who’s face he would first open his petal like eyes to. The girls of the tribe would gather wool from their sheep and hand weave it into a scarf just to cover him up to prevent him from catching some fever. One day, the all awaited eyes opened up, sparkling like clear water that flowed through a brook, surrounded by young girls with expression of awe and young men with pure hatred, elders with a feeling of enlightenment and kids with joy of welcoming a new tribe man. Through his chocolate brown eyes and the sparkle in it, everyone knew he was exceptional, an entity that was of a different world. None felt any harm or fear, only heat radiated through his eyes, that overlapped all the strong, icy winds. The list of questions that they had prepared to ask him, thought about during his weeks of stay had all vanished in a second. Tiger skin covering his waist down till his knees still felt fresh and served its purpose correctly, there appeared a waning moon on his matted haira little fountain like water pouring back but not even one of his matted hair strand got wet. He got up from his place, with ease and proceeded towards the south down, not even waving a goodbye to the tribe, yet none felt sad or unfulfilled. All happy and silent, hearts swollen and better tuned. From then on, nobody uttered any harsh word and spoke less and expressed more, his magic, even after his disappearance had a stronger pull on the tribe and they had found ultimate peace,

But where was he?

Tract #2: Pillage

The icy blizzard that heaved down the entire north slowed it’s pace after weeks of heavy snowfall. Parched, starving citymen trudging through, weaker by each step, searching for any signs of open store that could fill their rumbling stomachs. Rushing towards the glowing light and jingling bells, that welcomes citymen during routine. Pacing ahead as fast as they could, their ears hearing a warning sign, loud thumps over the snow, and hands that clutch guns of all sizes. Rumbles getting loud and thumps louder. When the hand touched the icy cold metallic door knob, icy cold hearts drew out the tucked in guns and placed it on the victorious hands that shivered due to pain and frustration. As time progressed the door knob opened, keepers of icy hearts barged in, kicked the seller out and pillaged all stock present, whatsoever . No mouth complained, no eye looked up, or eyebrow wrinkled;

Because the war that caused such a blizzard still had to quench it’s thirst.

viaDaily Prompt: Pillage

Photo Tract #1: Path

As I was glancing around my news feed to check if my blogging could get a new challenge, my eyes came across this photo challenge, that was about “Path”. Immediately, my soul got connected to it and forced me to take this challenge up. So, here I am! The word path according to me mentions the way that we are moving towards, crossing many obstacles(hassles), watching the flowers that have bloomed on the sides of it( little happiness), bathing in the new seas found(experiences), meeting the ones that found their ultimate destination (successful people, elders and inspirations) and reaching ours with compassion, patience, self confidence and hard work. My year of 2016 definitely was one of the best ones, I met many fellow travellers, attained small destinations for some rest(resting phase after a victory), came across many obstacles, even fellow travellers sometimes turned into obstacles and regaining composure even though, it took some time, made me feel better. About my plans for the coming dear, 2017, I hope it helps me reach bigger and vast destinations that many enlightened travellers had come across. Getting a better knowledge about my path is a definite must, as everything I need to improve only gets fixated by knowing my path. I pray sincerely that most of the hassles of travellers in all paths get solved, reach it quicker, get better facilities and stay positive throughout.

Have a great year ahead images-3

via Photo Challenge: Path