Chapter_02. A decision — Yes/No

Continued from Chapter 1

Now there was a Gmail tab open on my chrome browser and a read email. A link that I could click, but a decision that I’d have to make……

Growing up, it was never my dream to become a doctor, it was more like my fathers’. I on the other hand, always aspired to work in the entertainment industry. But in my teen and later teens, I lost all my enthusiasm. Lost all my desires. It wasn’t that I was no longer interested, rather it was more like a mood swing. A sudden mood swin;, something that for some reason I don’t regret. But why remember my past now?

Maybe because my future was kept in front of me, formatted as an email. All the possible outcomes of me clicking that link occurred to me in that moment. All the things that could go wrong: My system could be hacked, it could be a stupid prank, I might loose all my data………..

But I was bored, bored of overthinking. “I never save anything personal on this device, neither am I rich enough to afford and maintain a bank account”, I said and casually clicked.

Click here, to read chapter 1. A subject-less email.

A love story

Your words,
engraved on my heart
all the stories you told to me…
of destiny.

Memoirs of you,
those small postcards,
movie tickets,
And the gift,
that you gave to me.

Saying you’ll always be beside,
you left me without a bye….

Gone forever
before I could realise.

But have I told you about love,
cause it stays when you are gone

And ours is a love story
like happiness and all glory

And we’re two hearts, but one beat,
right on melody.

A random post. No idea how I wrote it or why I wrote it. Creativity flows in stress maybe, cause I’m too stressed now and supposed to be studying Tertiary Economic Activities…..

They say “soulmates can’t go on if one is gone”, then what is “life goes on”?

So bye! C ya next time πŸ™‚
Take care πŸ™‚

The three magical words

Oh why is it so difficult to say,
The three magical words for one’s grace
Is it the ego that comes in between?
Or is it something that we don’t see?

Is being vulnerable your fear?
Or is it the fear of someone near?
Does it make you sad?; my dear,
Rather then, does it make you feel inferior to your peer?

Then know it’s okay,
And you may say;
No difficulties or shame
Had a bad year?
It’s okay! you just need a little cheer

Jus say the three magical words.

What are the three magical words?
Well it is “I NEED HELP”

Romanticized in the modern generation, the three magical words are generally understood as “I LOVE YOU” that is one’s expression of love to another, which often people are afraid to say. But I don’t think it is as difficult to say as “I NEED HELP”.

Saying “I NEED HELP” is very important, especially when you are in a state where you actually need help. And the reason I believe it is so difficult for most to say is because saying these words makes one feel needy; needy of someone’s help to get back on track. And often our ego or what we say Self-respect comes in between. However none look at this with rationality. When one can ask for help for example to move heavy objects around, then why is there shame in asking help to get rid of heavy weights off your chest.

Another difficulty could be finding the right person to say this. Often people are either too close to people to tell them or too unknown. I recently had a talk about ‘my helps’ with my mom not 2 days ago and now I feel a lot better. Half of the thing is getting it out your chest. Because one can’t go on inhaling without exhaling right? So jus try saying it and things will be good.

That’s it for today! Have you been able yo say this?

Hope you enjoyed reading! Until next time πŸ™‚

The place where magic dwells

Where the darkness is consumed
And where the heart lies at rest,
No prejudice there men have
It’s a place my soul craves.

In that land, fairies dwell,
All magical seen all at once
But would I make the choice;
To leave everything behind?

All my family, here’ll stay,
Then will I be there in gay?

Yes, life here is difficult,
New rocks in between and new stops everywhere,

But, my people here I’ve got,
So maybe this time I’ll pass,
Alas! I might not get to see all the magic,
I might not be able to dance with the fairies
But I’m home with my family,
Where all magic and love never extinguishes.

This was surely a fun poem to write. Makes me wonder, that if we did have such a choice for eternal peace, would we exchange it for the life we now have? Let me know below!!

ps. My home: My utopia (Drop down your utopia)

Thanks for making it so far! Until next time, See you πŸ™‚

Diwali in someone

She was colourless and dim,
He became the deep,
Gave her light and lit her world,
Making life for her colourful like Rangoli,
Her heart exploded like crackers,
And felt beautiful geet on her ears,
It were new beginnings for her,
A happy new year.

When someone becomes your Festival, and lights your world.

Sending both Diwali and Happy New Year wishes to all. May this year bring prosperity, good health and wealth to you, your friends and family. Enjoy and smile; today and forever.

Thanks for reading, See ya next time πŸ™‚

Wishing a Happy Diwali and Saal Mubarak (Happy New Year)

Some questions asked and answered :)

questions by @Devangi

What do you do when you’re alone?
Being alone, is a very special time- when happy, being alone can be very productive; when busy, being alone can be calming and peaceful and healing and so on
So some of the things I like doing when alone are:

  • Listen to songs and make up plots
  • Write or verse
  • Overthink
  • Give ted talks to myself and find inspiration
  • Watch Youtube or Instagram reels or just watch something
  • Basically whatever I wish to and don’t feel like a chore

What’s one thing most people don’t know about you?
There are times when looking at this person,
I feel I know a lot;
But with the blink of an eye her reflection changes,
And then I think, do I really know any at all?

So I step back from the mirror,
To try and maybe read her like a book?
But she’s been versed in a code,
I cannot understand or know.

When you asked this question, I was certain that there are many such things; Because I refuse to believe that anyone could be completely transparent. But the main thing is do we completely understand and know ourselves. Do we recognise ourselves completely, or do we just know ourselves a little more than other fellow beings?
But the answer to your question is: Most people don’t really know my future plans and or ambitions.

What book has impacted you the most and why?
Book would be Pride and Prejudice because it motivated me to write my first NOVEL. And a year later, Harry Potter got me into reading. But I’d say the most impactful work of literature for me has been the poem “Somebody’s mother” by Mary Dow Brine, because this is where the journey began.

If you could change one thing in the world with guaranteed success, what would that be?

Does life require purpose and goal (answer peotically)
Because I would not know where to shoot,
if I had no aim to take,
An arrow, Oh! how will I shoot,
If the purpose of it I didn’t knew?

How will I live,
If I know not what to strive for;
How will I serve my reason,
If I know not what it is.

ps. these are 2 different verses and not continuation

Yes, because aimless shooting is worthless, there won’t be any purpose of our life without any goals. There are goals everywhere in life from waking up in the morning and brushing our teeth to carrying out one’s responsibilities.
Also having a big goal in our life, an aim to achieve really makes our life worthwhile, and becomes the driving force why you get out of bed. I’d say to me having a goal in life is just as important a food and water. One cannot just exist but one needs to strive.

What is the best/funniest inside joke you’ve been a part of?
My father is very funny, he just keeps on cracking jokes all the time. And we memorize all his jokes. So surely it is all of them.
Other inside jokes are from my good old school days. And their code names are: “Charlie, Charlie, Are you there?”, “Ma’am came!”, “Ma’am she is having a doubt” etc.

Which are your two favorite posts from both of our sites?
From yours:
Current fav is The door of death, another one of my favs; before this was A little heart speaks

From mine:
I guess Going back into the days and Home. But Selene and The light hold a corner in my heart too.

I actually wanna know your answer to this too Devangi? What do you think?

This was a really fun journey, going through the memories stored in the back of my mind, and trying to collect answers from there.

The credit of this idea goes to none other than Devangi. This was the second one of our collab, and a very fun one I must say. If you haven’t read the first one yet, I will be leaving link to both mine and Devangi’s first posts of the collab at the end, that you can check out, in which me and Devangi both have written a bit on the inspiration images we gave to each other. And for those who don’t know Devangi, know that to me, she is in simple words what one would call “a partner”, or in Luna Lovegood’s words someone “who’s just as sane as you are”.

Do also visit Devangi’s post to dive into her answers to my questions: Random QnA

Devangi’s post from first writing challenge: Literature and Fun!
My post from the first writing challenge: Going back into the day

p.s. You too can answer these questions, do lemme know ur replies and responses in the comments, would love it. Thanks for reading.

Don’t forget to check out Devangi’s blog, I’m sure you’re gonna love her beautiful words just as much as I do: Click here to visit Devangi’s blog

Until next time! See ya πŸ™‚


How worry-less the man sleeps
How carefree he snores;
Not promised a tomorrow,
Yet, in peace he snorts.

Doesn’t bother for what is meant for tomorrow,
He is filled with the words of today;
This man is lost and twined deep,
In today’s worldly wishes.

Sometimes he sleeps content,
Sometimes he sleeps grumpy,
However in the moment he sleeps,
He forgets all his worries…

Written at midnight,
when I couldn’t sleep tight
Cause of all the nightmares
from when I could sleep..

I wrote this poem on 13th October @02:14 am, when even in the darkness, I couldn’t shut my eyes and have some peace. When all my worries surrounded me and I felt helpless. When I was scared, even to sleep, because I didn’t want nightmares; and so the only solution I’d found was to stay awake through the entire night (Although I did doze off later on πŸ˜…πŸ˜΄πŸ˜ͺ)

Thanks for reading! Until next time πŸ™‚

The light

The birth of the day
After the death of night
The conquering of light
Over the darkest times

I see the sun rise
And I see it shine
I see it take over dark,
I see it light everything in its path.

It has lit all around me
With its glimmering light
Wish it could light me too
But I guess I’ve gone too dark;
Too dark even for majestic king,
the sun to light

At times I sit, in my dark pit,
I sit there and I think
Will I ever be able to light in this world?
Or will my darkness be gone
Only after consuming my life?

They say “A new spring follows every winter”
They say “A new day comes after every dark night”
But it feels like I am trapped in the south pole
Where winter last for all eternity;
And it feels like I am stuck in an endless night
And there’s no escape.

I fell vulnerable;
And I am desperate,
Desperate to see the light, light my way
So I can see a new day
And smell a new spring

I wanna escape,
but I feel like a prisoner;
I wanna fly,
but my wings have been cut;
I wanna run,
but my legs are tied;
I wanna scream,
but my throat is dry;

It’s getting hard in here to breathe
And I can’t even properly think
I am suffocating;
But I don’t wanna lose
cause I wanna prove:
that I am not a “coward”

I wanna rise from my pit
And breathe deep and speak
I wanna rest and I wanna sleep
Away from the hassle,
I wanna live in peace
Don’t want my mind to be disturbed,
Don’t wanna see nightmares anymore
or cry for hours and hours more.

I just wanna be free
Free of everything that’s killing me
And I wanna get rid of the voice within
and speak for myself
and be free

So I’m gonna try and try
and not give up,
until the victory is mine

So that one day,
I can scream: “I Win, I Win”
to all the voices that said in my head
that “I’d lose”

Sometimes, the biggest fights we fight are with none other than ourselves and the voices in our head.

Hope you enjoyed reading πŸ™‚


does it help you ease the pain,
or does it all go in vain,
Is it because of some guilt?
Or is it for asking forgiveness for a sin

Do you cry wide in the public’s eye?
Or cry in the darkness of your hide?
Do tears come by frequently and more,
Or are you now learning to ignore?

If you cry today,
then does happy seem far away,
Do you let your wall’s soak up ur tears?
Or do have a shoulder to lie on?

Does it bother you that tears come
Or do you feel like pain’s gone
Does crying humble you
Or does it make you furious and in rage

Does it feel like a weight-lifted,
Or does it feel like burdens piled
How do you treat tears?
Do you take them with smile
Or are you fearful, of when you’ll next cry.

Crying, defined as the shedding of tears accompanied with sad noises, is usually an indication of pain or sadness or suffering, although at times one’s tears may also be called as happy tears, where it becomes an expression of pleasure and delight.
But what’s interesting about crying is that it is not what it always appears. The advanced man has now acquired and perfected the skill of crying, hence, one’s tears can not always be trusted, neither can one’s smiles. Because a person maybe happy on the outside but her cries might be hidden under the wide smiles or perhaps vice-versa.

She cries in pain,
Tears roll down her cheeks
She feels hurt, and gets thoughts negative
Oh how will she escape this terrible feel?

So what do you think about crying?

Hope you liked it, Until next time πŸ™‚