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Dear Chhapri

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Chhapri always insists on eating his dinner in the exact same spot at the kitchen table, no matter what. He even sets a place setting for himself when we have guests over. Chhapri has a knack for doing the exact opposite of what he's told. If I tell him to put away his toys, he'll take them all out and spread them across the floor. If I tell him to be quiet, he'll start singing at the top of his lungs. Chhapri is always losing things. He once lost his shoes in the living room and couldn't figure out where they went until we found them in the fridge. I asked Chhapri if he wanted to play a game, but he said he was too busy being a couch potato. I may not have a crystal ball, but I do have chhapri who can predict my every move. It's called sibling telepathy. I may not always agree with chhapri, but I'll always have his back. Mostly because I don't want him to turn around and tell Mom. Having chhapri is like having a built-in best friend who's always there t...

23 Lessons

 Just turned 23 last week, and there was no way I wasn't going to write a thread. Messy "situationships".here are 23 lessons I've learned in the last year. "Copied 😂" 1. Self-awareness If you live in a garbage dump for 10 days,  you’ll call it a garbage dump.  If you live in it for 10 years, you’ll start calling it ‘Home’. Just because you're not aware of something, doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Seek awareness and take responsibility to heal. 2.Being alone stems from loneliness, pain of wanting people but not having anyone. Being solo stems from solitude, pleasure of not wanting to have people.  Subtle difference, but it’s this difference that makes the difference. Solo vs Alone. 3.Money, when spent well creates freedom (time), when spent poorly creates enslavement (desire). Every rupee spent can either liberate you from its necessity or bind you to its dependency.  Money by itself cannot bring or steal happiness. Freedom vs Enslavement. 4.Free...

//What's your Caste !

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  It's been long I have written about topics I actually started writing on -- Curses that prevail in our society. Stigmas that have crippled the world around us. //Whats Your Caste? Quite offended looking at my first line above? Triggered? Or shall I say, a wierd sense of hesitant tickle aroused up your spine? Good. But what do we about it next? That feeling, that reminder, those angry questions just rise enough to hit our mind one time and then vanish the moment we school down the feed because thats nothing we can do about, right? If you think so. Its not. Years ago, when I was 12 perhaps, I remember going to my village along with my entire family. As we reach our relatives' place, I entered the kitchen to see something very strange. That was not same in my home at the city and hence, I was curious. And I asked my aunt, a housewife who had two girls who never went to school after class 10th and one boy, who was studying abroad. (Yes, I am putting this info to let you see the ...
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Faded Childhood

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  When playing with Teddy replaced with scrolling news feeds, When writing diary turned to saving quotes n screenshots, When going to school with two pony switched to going to collage with straight hair,  When unboxing pizza and grabbing it converted totaking pictures before eating,  When distributing toffies in birthday was replaced by thanking in comments,  When sharing tiffins disappeared and memes shared by frnds appeared, When fighting with sibling changed to fighting withourselves, Childishness feded away and cold breeze of maturity touched our minds n souls..

The irony

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  There are things to be told, There are things to be uttered, The irony is not knowing them... The soul is in pain, Eyes have tears, Lips are still smiling, Mouth is making laughter, The weight heart carries is drifting it apart, All I want to do is to hug you again, All I want to see us your face again, All I want to hear is your voice again.... There are things to be told, There are things to be uttered, The irony is not knowing them...                                        -- Goli Ankita Rao

To the ones who had a worst week....

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