Happy Birthday, My Hero


When I was little…

You were always too tall,

So I grew up stretching

Trying to reach you.

You were always too smart,

So I grew up studying

To be like you.

You were always my hero.

I eventually gave up trying


There is only one “You”.

Not sure if I ever failed you, Papa,

But I always adored you…

Still do…

P.S.: I love you, Papa. Wish you many beautiful year’s to come

Photo by Arno Smit on Unsplash

1000 Likes…Woohoo!

New Year just got better! I was just notified that this blog has received 1000 likes!

I had never dreamt of reaching this goal when I started off. I had just hoped that someone somewhere might read it someday.

The best part is that there is a small but steady stream of people who read it, which is beautiful in itself.

I have also found some great friends, on WordPress and outside because of this blog. We critique each other’s work, share daily tales. I thank Almighty for bringing it all to me.

Thank you all for making it possible.

100 WordPress Followers!


100 followers on WordPress! What a wonderful New Year present! I want to thank all my WordPress followers. ๐Ÿค—

Our current stats stand at 2700+ views, 1100+ visitors, 197 posts, 19000+ words (average 97 words per post), 918 Likes, and 280 Commentsโ€”all in 7 months! Which is AWESOME! I bow down to you, O Mighty Reader! ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ

Why having you around means so much? Because you are not following me out of the obligation of being family or friends. You genuinely liked my post and decided that I was worth your time. So, thank you! ๐Ÿค—

Just so that you know, my only follower at home is my two-year-old daughter. ๐Ÿ˜‹

I also want to thank anyone who chose to read my posts, even if they decided that they were not good enough to follow. You give me a reason to improve. Feel free to critique my writing on comments section. You can challenge or discuss the issues I raise through my stories. Let me know if you don’t agree, and we can agree to disagree. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I love hearing from you! ๐Ÿฅฐ

Thank God it’s Friday, so I am celebrating tonight! Wish to join? ๐Ÿฅ‚ There is Pizza ๐Ÿ•, Tacos ๐ŸŒฎ, Noodles ๐Ÿœ, and Donuts ๐Ÿฉ on the menu (so that I can cover several continents in one go, just like my readership ๐Ÿ˜‰).

WOOHOO again!

Fashion this Winter


Indian politics is driving the fashion too.

This winter, if you are an Indian woman planning to cover your head with a scarf in winters, ensure you have enough dough to pay hospital bills and legal fee for a bail.

Covering your head with a scarf or a skull cap is now deemed a crime, punishable by lathi-charge and jail.

Photo byย Agung Raharjaย onย Unsplash

Random Thoughts: Weird Nostalgia

Let’s get it out of the way straight away–I am a clingy person…in a very weird sense. I cling to the memories…real and imagined…often not able to sort which is real and which is imagined.

Even my dreams are like that. I dream of old ‘friends’ telling me they miss me and after a few reruns (repeated dreams or thinking about it), I start believing it. Then I want to meet them, and find out that they don’t give a damn!

Not sure, but I think it has something to do with the loneliness I have dealt with during childhood. My father was transferred from one place to another often, and I and my brother kept changing cities with him. I was friendly but building relationships takes time, and time was not a luxury I had. While everyone else stayed with their childhood circle, I was constantly on the move, leaving potential friends behind.

I was and am still jealous of all those who could go back to their home town to meet old friends. I have nobody.

This Monday, I just came back after a month-long vacation at my parent’s home. I could only bully one friend to come and meet. Everyone else was busy. It was lonely…

Lately, I have been having more dreams/memories of ‘lost love’. But I am wary now. I can’t trust my own brain. Not sure if I had a brain short circuit due to all the emotional overload since I read too many novels about true friends and love.

Any advice?