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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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...

Ego or Compassion and love

Yesterday while travelling I saw a girl carrying a young boy over her back. She was carrying him for some time and then letting him down, again after around 5-10 seconds she would carry him. She might definitely be his elder sister, I could make out from the way the boy was clinging' on her back. This moment was so special & pure. I could see such joy in both of their eyes, they were probably going to the shop nearby. When they reached the shop boy bought a packet of chips and both were having it one by one smiling, giggling, and enjoying the moment. It was such a small and tiny moment but both were so happy. Their giggles and smiles definitely put a smile on my face. And the entire way while coming back I was thinking. What if that young boy would have thought " ohh I am such a pain, because of my injury my sister had to carry me, I am such a nuisance, oh lord, I may be eating her valuable study time, she could have done some important work...

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

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