My Life My way ..... : My First Love

My Life My way ..... : My First Love: First of all Happy Birthday.............................. :) :D to my laptop DELL INSPIRON 5520 (people who need specification can google ...

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The mighty autumn...

Saw the mighty tree shedding today heap of leaves gathered on the pathway with agony, I asked they were the ones to keep you alive they were the only once worked for you all the time what did they do wrong? With contentment, she answered Do you think I enjoy this? Some memories have to be sacrificed for the new ones Beautiful pain has to be endured to survive tough times Neither I am wrong nor they It's just the circumstances life trying to slay survival for me adieu to them It's about letting go It's about smiling through the pain It's about bringing in the new magic It's about respecting nature has to offer It's life my babes Don't be offended by the autumn in life cherish the new beginning nature has to offer in your life

Purane kapde....ya naye

It was the last day of Ganesh Chaturthi I was wearing a beautiful white chikankari kurta hand-stitched by one of the local tailors. It was looking so pretty and me too definitely 😉. I actually had stitched it specially for Ganesh Chaturthi but for the entire 5 days did not get time to wear it or you could say it was raining very heavily so I was worried about it getting dirty. Finally, on the last day, I wore it while going to my cousin's place. All the time I was just worried about what if it gets dirty, my manstruation date was due so I was worried what if it gets stained. Since it was raining heavily what if some car splashed water on me. Not one but a thousand questions 😏. And to be frank with all these questions I wore it till Visarjan and when I came back home just changed into my old clothes ... started doing all the work wearing that same old t-shirt which has one hole on the sleeves given by a stray dog. My old clothes were already stained with turmeric stain whic...

Stepping into his shoes

I tried running and stumbled I tried walking incapable of even a mile They were heavy? yes They were uncomfortable? Yes They weren't fitting me? Yes Gazed at my feet they were damn ugly Stood there wondering how could he do it with such ease? He could run while sick He could walk regardless of loads He made it look simple with a calm and peaceful face He proved the overrated world of patriarchy and misogyny incorrect by just being in those shoes Stepping into my pappa's shoes was damn difficult for me. This poem is dedicated to my pappa. pic credit: Google images

Gajali Gajali

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