Sunday, August 7, 2016

To You ...


You know something? That life is really beautiful. It's a beautiful mess. I know it has been really hard for you (at least you think so). And you have been criticizing and pointing figures at yourself for long. Rather than appreciating your goodness, why you have to dig out the flaws and make it bigger than life itself?

Woman! You always push others forward. There's a word of positive for that friend of yours no matter what. Then why none of those for you? Why you have to compare yourself with whole world and tag as a failure? When you have the ability and confidence to rule your life as you like, why give up for some trivial matters.

Yes. Someone will be fairer/tanned than you. Slimmer/built than you. Someone else will be more educated or in a better position in their career. Another one will be having the perfect family. And there will another one who's more artistic or talented or influential or sophisticated than you. But, there's none like you! 

There's just a single you in this world.

I know everything may not look good now. You'll be struggling to breathe each moment with the burden on your shoulders. But, I promise ... This is just momentary. This will pass on. And you'll be proud of yourself tomorrow for not giving up today.

So stay strong for yourself. Always


Linking this to BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 7 Prompt – Promise (to yourself/someone else)

Saturday, August 6, 2016

If Only ...

She woke up with a heavy heart today. As if her heart was weighing her down with so much of sadness. While she was wondering what might have happened for her to feel so lost, her phone beeped nudging her to remember today’s date and the impact it’s having on her for years.

Thou her brain knowingly tries to shut down and ignore “today”, her heart was far ahead. As always she opened the FB page which she has created and dedicated for him.  Thou she hated to post anything there, because of its lack of privacy and personal touch, she wanted that page to be active like him, wanted people not to forget him and remember with the same intensity like before.

Loved, missed and remembered … Always.” …

She typed and after a thought …

… If only, one day I would wake up from a deep slumber and realize all these years were just dreams, very bad dreams …

… Just a wishful thinking

She added. 

Linking this to BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 6 Prompt – Wishful thinking

Friday, August 5, 2016

Dear Child ...

Dear Child,


Finally you're going to be here. Finally I'm going to get to hold you, pamper you and make you entirely mine.

It’s been a year's struggle and constant chaos of paper works. There were moments I thought I could lose you. That mere thought took away my peace and sleep for days. I have lost count of the days I have tormented God for the same and at last he heard me, like I know he could.

Tomorrow... Tomorrow we would come and take you home. I would dress you up, in that white frock and tiny shoes which I have bought the day I saw you first.

Yes. Tomorrow is the day I'll become a mom. Officially.


Linking this to BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 5 Prompt – Tiny shoes

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Caught red-handed

"Amu! Did you take those chocolates I had kept for your cousins?"

"No Mom, how would I do that especially when you asked me not to touch them?" Amu made an innocent face.

Thou her innocent eyes sided with her words, the chocolate smeared on her face told another story.

Linking this to BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 4 Prompt – Caught red-handed

Wednesday, August 3, 2016


It has been six months and still I cannot seem to get her image out of my head.

No matter how much I try, her face keep dancing in front of my eyes.

I just had her in front of my eyes for few years, yet her smile, touch, smell, the softness of her skin, her innocence the sparkle in her eyes everything have made an everlasting impact on me.

That day, while throwing that handful of sand onto her small coffin I understood, even thou she had a fragile live as they warned me ... She was a fighter.

Linking this to BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 3 Prompt – Fragile Lives

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

What You Don't Know ...

Life is not always fair but life is not always unfair too

Just don't be so hard on yourself

Marvel for the beautiful creation you're

Admire yourself for the way you crossed all those hurdles

And how those hardships wised you and made you strong

What you don’t know 

And what you fail to see ...

This the way life is teaching you be better

Deeper, stronger and beautiful

Than yesterday. 

Linking this to BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 1 Prompt – What You Don't Know

Monday, August 1, 2016

Stranger than Fiction

"Go open the door." ... I mumbled in my sleep. He just groaned and shifted his position and gave me a guffy smile.

Sunday was his day of breakfast. But my man was lazy to even stir from his sleep. Thanks to his late night games.

The knocking on the door was getting louder. Why would someone have to be here on a Sunday? Thinking this she got out of bed went straight to the kitchen somehow forgetting about the peace hacker at her doorstep.

She made herself a cup of coffee and walked into the hall. There his dinner was left untouched.

"This guy!”... She mumbled with a smile.

After her me-time with her coffee she decided to make breakfast. His favorite. The typical south Indian breakfast. He can't resist waking when the house fills with the smell of spices, she thought with a grin.

The calling bell was ringing again. This time she opened to see her mom and some of her neighbours pondering on her doorstep.

Her mom hugged her with relief

"Zoya!! I have been calling you for yesterday. Why you didn't pick my calls? And I'm standing here for hours. What were you doing?"

"Ever since her husband died three days before she haven't come out of the house." Her neighbors murmured to each other.

"What nonsense? My husband died? Who told you such insanity? He's inside sleeping and I was preparing his favorite breakfast."

She went inside and even by dinner time, the breakfast and lunch was left untouched and the house was filled with a deadly silence.

Linking this to BAR-A-THON by Blog-A-Rhythm Day 1 Prompt – Stranger than Fiction