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Posted: December 22, 2016 in Uncategorized

Logging into your blog account after so long, and to your surprise, you find in the notifications panel, you have 300 followers. Isn’t that an amazing feeling? Indeed it is.

Who doesn’t like to appreciated and admired. Every word of praise counts, each one of you matter. Hence, I dedicate this post to all of you as ultimately it is a reader who makes a writer what he/she is.

I take this opportunity to thank each one of you from the core of my heart. All you guys out there aren’t my followers but fellow blogger friends. Thank you so much.


Wishing you all the happiness-




#DearZindagi Activity of Blogadda asks me to write about the special person who is like a lifeline for me, who is truly a saviour in times of need, whom I can rely upon in the hour of need, with whom I can trust my life with.

The Special Someone,

That Special Person,

whom I can entrust,

sharing secrets is a must.

Who’s my core,

if I am the crust?

Each person around me knows, every kith and kin of mine knows the answer to the above mentioned riddle. It’s none other than my all time favourite, whom the world calls my best-friend, the words we have never addressed each other with.

We became friends by chance but we are friends by choice. It all began with sharing the same desk in our new school. Who knew then, th
at we would soon be sharing our lives, knowing each other’s deepest secrets, secret admirers, and admire secretly.  It was destined for us to meet and destiny played this fortunately for us.

  • She is the one who can bring me smiles amidst the shedding tears and make me cry hard through both her laughter jokes and serious talks.
  • She is the one who can handle me at my worst. She perfectly knows the ‘Do’s and Don’ts’ to handle me.
  • She has been the happiest seeing me rise high and the first one to grab hold of me whenever I fell and fill me all the positivity and guide me towards the next course of action.
  • She is my personal guiding light, fitness guru (always telling me what to eat and what not to), punching bag (on whom I punch all my troubles and sorrows), advisor on all matters whatsoever.
  • She is more than a friend..She’s family.

Though we were in a long distance friendship soon after we developed that bond of being fond of each other. I suddenly had to move out and initially it became difficult for us to lead our lives normally but subsequently we accommodated. All thanks to the advancement in technology which shortened our distances. After all, they say, when the two hearts are fond of each other, distances never really matter. It stands true for us.


You know they say girls have stomach ache if they hide things. For us, it wasn’t that stomach ache problem, but not being able to discuss the matters with each other and not being updated about the other felt so much abnormal. It felt like a vacuum was created in our lives. Being together for most part of the day and suddenly losing touch disturbed us. Such was the extent of our sharing and caring. Itis customary for us to take each other’s opinion before taking the ultimate decision. Gradually, Real time ‘Face – to – Face’ talks were replaced by virtual ones. We missed each other’s presence but were able to maintain  the ‘essence’ of our friendship and that’s what matters, isn’t it?

So, ain’t I justify myself in saying, “She isn’t just the jug, she’s the water in it too.” Oh Dear! I can’t imagine my life without ‘You”.


P.S. – “am writing about Jug in my life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda“.




“A Lively Letter to Life”

Posted: November 11, 2016 in BlogAdda, Uncategorized

Dear Zindagi,

(My Dearest Life)

In today’s tech-savvy world, writing a letter seems to be a thing of past. Amidst the hustle bustle of the fast flying life, the mere thought of communicating with you, my life, especially in the written format is wonderful. We, humans seldom praise you, often curse you; complement you, criticise you; congratulate you, condemn you as a reaction to the day to-day happenings. It is in human nature to be grief-struck and panic while in tough times and forget the world in all good times and be deep immersed in one’s own self. We are ready to curse you for any and every small unfavourable incident but we forget to ‘Thank – You’ for the little pieces of happiness and those small chunks of smiles that you bestow on us. I don’t want to commit any such mistake, or shall I say a serious crime because if I do so, it shall we a well-informed mistake. Ironical, isn’t it?

So, here’s a small listicle of all that I am thankful for  –

  • To top the list are the ones who have given ‘you’ to me, my Life. Yes, you guessed it right, its my parents, the real visible god on earth. Let’s thank them together they let us meet. In the times, when a girl-child born to parents is considered a burden, she is killed well before she takes birth for the only mistake that she committed was being a girl, I was allowed to be born and moreover my birth was rejoiced and celebrated. This indeed is worth being thankful for.


  • Thank you for the wonderful childhood that I experienced in my grandparent’s arms. Maa-Dada (Paternal Grandparents) and Nanu-Nani(Maternal Grandparents) are like the four directions who have guided my path from times immemorial and shall continue to do so. I feel blessed to have their hands on my head always wishing my well-being.


  •  Thank you for the ‘Sizzling Siblings’, the name of my sibling gang as we call it (and I know you know it, Life; the clarification is for the readers. Don’t react strange). The bundles of joy that we have shared together, the good old times we lived together, the memories we created together run like a filmstrip in front of eyes as I write this. Thank you for all the small bunches of happiness that you imparted.


  • Thank you for the wonderful set of friends that you given me who know the deepest of my secrets and who dared to tolerate me in the craziest of the times and worst of my moods. Thank you for the not-so wonderful ones with whom I might not have many good memories but they have been some good lessons.


  • Thank you for letting me have the one who is synonymous to ‘You’, who is my soul-mate, my better half, my love, my ‘life’. He is one of the reasons I look upon you the way I do.


  • Last but not the least, I am thankful to have you, my life. Thank you for all the small teachings, the lessons you made me learn and the joyous memories  of the soulful journey called, life. Had I not had you, I won’t be writing this. Had I not been the me I am, how would I be talking to you in this late hour.So, I Thank You, Dear Zindagi for being what you are to me, for being just the way you are.

A big ‘Thank you’ for making me realise all that I just wrote. All of us know all of it but we forget these small yet important and meaningful things in our daily lives. The slightest expression of gratitude makes me feel the wealthiest, even in these times of demonetisation of our currency when everyone feels poor or say, in crunch.

And, next is a promise I want to make to you, that this realisation is not just for the sake of writing and not just till the time I write but I shall put the best of my efforts to keep reminding not to curse you but to count each small blessing. That’s the secret to what people call, ‘Happiness’.

Each day,

I’ll say,

“Today I count my blessings,

and not the troubles

that cross my paths.

That shall be the beginning,

to impart smiles

and spread happiness.”

Much Love,


P.S. – “I am writing a letter to life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda“.

P.P.S. – Dear Zindagi is an upcoming bollywood movie starring the romance king “Shahrukh Khan” and the cute “Alia Bhatt”releasing on November 25th. Have a look at the teaser –


A different perspective towards life..!!

An Attic full of Stories.

This is one of those times, where I feel strongly about something. Some sayings, some beliefs are downright stupid and mislead people! Don’t believe everything you read, experience is what counts and with what little experience I’ve had, this is what I’ve realised over time!
These are just my thoughts. Uncensored!

1. Honesty is the best policy.
Whoever said this, did not take into consideration that if everyone adopted this policy, then it would all be chaos.
TOTAL honesty is the worst idea ever. There are situations where THAT honesty hurts feelings, creates barriers and destroys relationships.
Don’t agree with me? Try telling your kid that his sibling is your favourite child. Or better, try giving your friends a list of their habits that annoy you.

2. Always respect your elders/ with age comes wisdom!
Respect only those who deserve your respect. Age is not synonymous with WISDOM.
Respect your parents, respect…

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5 Little Stories of Facts

Posted: March 26, 2016 in Uncategorized

Worth a read..!!

Different Ways To Success

The five Little Short Stories

Story One:

Once all villagers decided to pray  for rain, on the day of prayer  all the people gathered but only one boy came with an umbrella.


-That’s Faith

Story Two:

When you throw a baby in the air, she laughs because she know you will catch her..


-That’s Trust

Story Three:

Every night we go to bed, without any assurance of being alive the next morning but still we set the alarms wake up…


-That’s Hope

 Story Four:

We plan big things for tomorrow in spite of zero knowledge of the future or having any certainty of uncertainties….


-That’s Confidence

Story Five:

We see the world suffering, we know there is a possibility of same or similar things happening to us. but still we get married??…..


That’s Over Confidence

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Posted: March 26, 2016 in Haiku Poems, Uncategorized

He faked a lion attacking,

One day, it really came and attacked,

Then, none came to help.

Moral – Always speak the Truth. Never Lie.

P.S. – Inspired by the childhood bed time stories.

Festive season unfolds,

Colours, water splashes & shower await,

to play Holi.

P.S. – To get a better understanding of the haiku above, read the text here.

Holi Memoirs

Posted: March 22, 2016 in Uncategorized

Holi – the festival of colours, is celebrated by all of us (the people of Indian origin). Ever since the early childhood days, we have grown up celebrating this festival. I remember the times when nearing holi my granny used to ask me the reason behind the celebration of this festival and she herself used to answer the same by narrating us a story. This became a tradition just as the festival itself. So, while sharing the childhood memories of this festival I would like to begin from that part.

The word “Holi” derives from the word “Holika”, the demon sister of Hrinyakashyap, who was a very powerful ruler who emerged victorious in almost all his battles. This gradually made him believe that he himself was the lord. However, his son Prahlad, a devotee of Lord Vishnu (one of the Gods as per Hindu mythology) did not agree and remained devoted to Lord Vishnu, worshipped him instead of his father. This annoyed Hrinyakashyap and he subjected Prahlad to inhumane punishments to which he was being protected against by Lord Vishnu. Such was his belief and faith on his devotion.Nothing happened to him. So finally, Holika thought of assisting her brother in killing Prahlad. They planned to set Prahlad on fire. Holika wore a cloak and initiated the proceedings but soon the cloak flew and rested on Prahlad. As a consequence Holika burnt and Prahlad survived. His faith on his deity remained firm and restored. The bonfire that is created each year is a symbol of the victory of the good over the evil. The next day, when the flames cooled down, people applied ashes on their foreheads and since then it became a tradition and coloured powder replaced ashes.

Now coming to the preparatory part for the celebration of this festival, various delicacies are prepared, sweets are distributed to the kith and kins, people meet and greet each other. Here I share some of the pictures of some dishes prepared by me this year that I have grown up seeing my mother and grandmother prepare.




On the day of Holi we applied colours to each other. For us, the day began with touching our elders feet and applying some colour on their feet as a token of respect and seeking their blessings. Then all of us left together to visit our relatives and friends to play holi with them. For hours long, we kept playing holi with vibrant colours that gave us immense pleasure and happiness. Even today, it does. But what comes next is a herculean task, to remove the colour of our bodies and it again takes hours, or rather days to completely get rid of it, although we used to apply oil and creams on our entire body in order to lubricate the body and nail paint on our nails to prevent them from being multicoloured. It is believed that oiling helps to remove the colour easily but even after all these precautionary measures, it doesn’t go off for days and weeks. Such is the extent of holi we play. I wonder what would happen in case we don’t resort to these precautions.

P.S. -“I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.”

P.P.S. – Do watch the video to live the spirit of Holi.

Last but not the least, wishing all my readers and fellow bloggers a dry happy and colourful Holi.



Posted: March 20, 2016 in Uncategorized


P.S. – Daily Post Prompt

A month of their marriage,

A time to celebrate and cherish togetherness,

instead fights kept them engaged.