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“ I used to be the girl every parent wished for—obedient, kind, and well-behaved. Prioritizing wasn’t a tough game for me because I knew, my parents and their dreams should be on the top of my list, not mine. My life wasn’t mine to live but theirs. At 18, I’ve heard my father saying, “What’s the point in educating girls anyway? We will find a man for you soon, my dear. Get married and make us happy.” My father’s will was my will. Furthermore, he added that he would be delighted if I could. But this time, I experienced a powerful melancholic urge that enveloped my entire body. I could hear voices of rejection, resistance to fitting in, and lack of acceptance deep inside of me. I wanted to study, I always wanted. I broke in tears all of a sudden and I knew it didn’t matter. “What’s the point in educating girls anyway?” That night, I opened my window and contemplated the stars oblivious of the future and especially, the present. I grabbed the courage to confront my father but it went futile when I saw the happiness on his face.
He was so glad that I accepted the proposal (I didn’t have a choice). Then my mother’s words started to echo in my heart: “Girls are not supposed to talk back. We must do as we are told. Remember, a family’s honour and glory are solely dependent on its women.” If I disobey them, won’t that be ungrateful? All my life, I never had an opinion of myself. In fact, I was not supposed to offer an opinion. That’s what good girls do. I painted my inner blue with wedding sparkles, but it was still there, swallowing me. Then he tied the knot, but little did I know that knot was for my life.
“Is this what you learned from your home? They made a couch potato, good for nothing. I don’t know why girls these days are so unaware of even basic cooking.” Yes, he yelled at me because the curry didn’t taste good enough. It might be the salt. I should have given a little more care. Anyway, he did that on a regular basis. Once, he pulled my hair and dragged me out of bed, and I had been slapped and beaten mercilessly. The way my heart pounded, I still remember. The pain, fear, and agony ripped my breath apart. It was my fault though; I should not have forgotten to press his shirts. But was that too much to be punished for? I apologised to him a million times, then he left like nothing happened. I almost hit the point where I failed to tolerate all these. I’ve never told my parents about the kind of violence I faced. But not this time. “Good girls must do as they are told,” I hear my mother say again. Usually, I listen to it. But not this time. I decided to write them a letter, saying the truth that I can’t survive in this relationship anymore. Maybe it was the bravest decision I ever took in my life, or the first decision I ever took. As you know, I was terrible at making decisions. After a while, a return letter from my home dropped in the corridor. I opened it (I wish I never) it and read it with utmost happiness, but suddenly it turned to tears again.

My dear,
You are not a girl anymore but a woman, a married woman. Haven’t I told you that a family’s pride and glory depend on its women? You have to adjust just like your mother did. Please don’t worry on such silly things and write something to us. Stay happy with him always. We love you so much.

“Love”! What a fragile and pathetic word. The pain was unbearable, even more than all the slaps and beatings he did. I ripped my heart out with tears, just like on the eve of my wedding. Slowly, I realised there was something dripping along with the tears. I’ve never felt anything like that before—fire, rage.
I looked back in time. I lived all my life obeying the commands like a slave, a soul without an opinion, even though I had many. If I could go back, I would have fought for the things I wanted. I exactly knew what I wanted to be, a doctor. But nobody asked me about my dreams maybe I didn’t have enough courage to express them. Good girls don’t talk back, but bold girls fight for the life they dreamed about. This epiphany set a flame to my soul. Then I understood where I was wrong. In the midst of all the chaos, I forgot to prioritize myself, my life, and my identity.”
There isn’t a name for this woman because, somewhere in life, we have seen her, or she might even be in our home. A grandmother or a mother, even a sister. We have seen different versions of this soliloquy. There was a time when domestic violence and oppression were glorified in the name of love, but isn’t that still here? Unfortunately, we couldn’t cut out the cancer as a whole, it’s still alive, killing the dreams of many women who are forced to “just obey and do as I told.” It’s high time to stop glorifying a woman’s sufferings. Aren’t we aware of the fact that we are plucking the roots of many future doctors, scientists, dancers, artists, engineers, CEOs, etc.?

We are Strangers(poem)

I see you in my heart
a little of melancholy,it drops
here, I crave for kisses
there,you crave for love
day and night,we ought
where eyes don’t witness this burning crush
Fate, it’s toxic for us
drowning me to abyss
and knots the tie of tears
in the air..

Though, love flutters
seeking for couples
Oh! Poor love
you are blind,
here we eaten by terrible fate!
‘Stay’I say but futile
like a fake word
That quenchless thirst is gone now
there we both, strangers!
Strangest strangers among all!

just some random thoughts 🙃

Second Chances;Is it hard?

The most expected and daily customers of life are mistakes.Sometimes it’s on purpose and sometimes we never know.As a matter of fact,it dwells within each of us and expel to the air which others intake.I admit,I’ve injected many toxic particles in that air but I’m remorsed now.Someone said “love is in the air ”maybe that’s why we spit mistakes into it and often becomes the root cause of bond breaking.I never know to what extend my mistakes would lead the person to break their heart especially when it has sharp edges that can poke.

I wish….If I had a second chance 😣

What if I get a time machine and rewind the past,change my decisions??I know it isn’t possible.So what I need is a second chance,which reflects the sins I’ve committed and rectify it.

Second Chances….So easy to say but definitely not simple as it spells.It can do wonders if we have the heart to pardon.Don’t know how this gonna transform a person.I’m a person who give second chances to people but they dare to smack again then ‘second‘ will be the last number as per my mathematics.

Yes, second chances are hard to give like plucking your heart and see it bleeding then fix it back again.But nothing equalize to the pain you have suffered once.

I wish to know your views and opinions about Second Chances.If you feel don’t forget to drop it in the comments ☺️🤗

A psychological game

We all swaying in a flow of water,not for certain where it ends.We meet many in this flow,will our acquaintance persist?If it is,then the game starts..

In my opinion,the root of the world’s best psychological game arises from our own tongue.(don’t think I’m crazy😂).Did you get that,hey you??Wonder,how your tongue becomes a psychological game?

Yes.I mean it.Our tongue has a magical and mysterical power to change one’s mind by making an impact on them.We say,they hear,they think,they judge,they act.The very idea of motivational speaking is a perfect example how a tongue doing miracles but for some like me,never mind at all😁😂.But it’s not what I’m gonna put here.The impact others make in our life is something astronomical.Some comes to our life and changes our life which we would never expect but all processes are very dynamic,my dear.The good saplings that others put in our life does a transformation unknowingly.These psychological games play an inevitable part in the future of a mentally prepared society.But what if these powers are used by a grinch?We never know how worse would be the impact.

Remember,you have something special in your mouth that can carve out a Ruby worth thing.Never misuse it.Let’s play this psychological game ethically and dutifully.If you don’t mind,can you just look back at the highlighted sentence in the picture I inserted 😊?

Don’t know when (poem)

Hy folks.This is my first poetry attempt.I found poetic language too tough and often bewildering.This is just a self reflection of my mistakes.Kindly forgive my flaws🙏🤗.

Don’t know when it began
It dwells within me now
A feeling worth a tapoz
Is that you, my love?
No,you aren’t my love
You are as fragile as con promise
You are as filthy as liar’s tongue
You wounded me with perpetual bruises
But you are sweet though

You were the hydrogen
And I oxygen
We blended to and fro
Water,we wished for
Despite of our futile bond
You cared for me
And to me,a closed portrait you were
You seeked the abyss in my heart where none ever
You were the chthonic masterpiece
For I never fathom
I,a clueless creature blindly fluttering with you
Where did you go wrong,my love?
I eagerly step on to your dark mirror
For I need the old you
The old feels the best
Please come back, my Romeo..

This is insane🥴😵

I’ve been through the gates of hell but couldn’t fathom where I was wrong.I found myself forced by the gravity of uncanny and spooky waves.It flashed out the most painful & jeopardizing hour.I was living my life sumptuously and see me now,here,in this dark abyss where daylight is just a memory and darkness gluttonously swallowing me.

I could hardly heed the lullabies of my mother,I could hardly see the toddling me,I could hardly see the first steps to school,I could hardly feel the solitude of first day in school,I could hardly see the achievements,I could hardly see everything but……

I clearly see the real mini-me now.I see my sins who were just timekillers,I thought.I realized that there’s some place far beyond death that gonna really count everything.Is this even reliable?No,let it be a nightmare…I wish

Nothing can change the past.

I wish to visit my past again to correct my mistakes,to endeavour my goals,to have time with my loved ones,to know where did I lost and to realize everything.But nothing can take me there,no one can and nowhere I go to back up my splendid life I lived.Sometimes I like to go back to my infancy.That tiny little baby who conquered the admiration of everyone and enjoyed the life with no anxiety or stress.Sometimes I used to think if I’ve studied hard for the exam,I would have scored good marks but now I can’t do anything about it.So I sit somewhere alone and sob.Is that the right way to conceal it?If I didn’t get good marks,I didn’t that’s all.What I do next is to work hard and crack it for the next time.If I had a time machine no doubt in topping the exam again is that a right way?I’m cheating on myself.Anyway that’s not possible in reality.
“Yesterday is a history.Tomorrow is a mystery but today is a gift that’s why it’s called present.”
The most beautiful gift on earth is this moment.The moment you live now.It’s a magical weapon that you can use to construct you future with everlasting concrete,cement and pillars.
Always be alert,you can rewind your flick LIFE that you’re playing now.It goes where it goes,wanders all along the mountains,valleys,skies,trees,thorns better not to fall in abyss unless or until it covers the last lap.It’s in your hand.
Live in the moment!

What gaps teach us..

What’s your idea about a friendship?Love to infinity and beyond,be there when in need,uplift each other,sometimes a honey tongue also requires,joke and lol…but it’s far beyond that.We never hated a person who we never loved.In friendship too,sometimes those trivial fights and unnecessary arguments are kinda needed.It doesn’t mean to break our bonds but concretes the relation even more.Because it creates gap,where we miss them & have the sense how much they’re needed in our life.Those gaps reveals the truth our life without our friend is bitterful.

Once I fought with my bestie because I felt that she binged on to a newcomer girl than me.Since I’m possessive by nature,I started quarreling with her for no reason.At last,we ended up with goodbye & promised we would never talk each other.I made up my mind too not to talk.Later,I found it hard to be without her & that was the time I realized how much she meant to me.In those gaps,I couldn’t construct a world without her.Eventually I apologized her and I was suprised by her reply.She told “I knew you would come back to me.I just pranked on you by fighting.I can’t loose a friend like you.I just waited how far y’ll go & you lost…”I was blown away.I didn’t know that she had a luxurious place in her heart for me.Then we hugged each other & I was so sorry about my misunderstanding.This is the part where friendship fights becomes the most cutest thing to have.Sometimes it can be appalling but most of the times it refreshes & strengthen the foundations.So we should realize our relation in those gaps..

The Liebster Award

I’m very much delighted and honoured to have this prestigious Liebster Award.Still I’m totally unaware of the fact that how did I make this!!

My heartfelt gratitude to Akshita Bansal,who found the authenticity in my writing and thereby nominated me for this award.Dear Akshita,I’m astonished when that notification hit my phone.It’s like the best of compliments I ever got.To all who are reading this,please do have a check on her site & I’m pretty sure it worth a shot.I think,she is a blogger who penetrates the spirit of confidence and courage to her readers by her inspirational posts.Click here to explore her optimistic words!!


1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
2. Share 11 facts about yourself.
3. Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you.
4. Nominate the 11 bloggers and make them happy..!
5. Make upto 11 questions and ask them to your nominees.
6. Notify your 11 nominees.

11 facts about me!

1.I have an ear piercing laughter.

My friends often say please don’t joke with her for you own sake.I might burst out laughing and damn sure you can’t tolerate it.

2.I’m a sluggish person

I’m very slow in dealing with everything except eating.Anyway I guess I’m having a rigorous improvement & hoping for the best.

3.I’m obsessed with dresses

Fashion is a necessary thing but in my case it’s something more important than breathing.I’m very experienced in receiving curses of salesmen.I make them put on all stuff there and finally drop the very idea of purchasing it.I feel those vibrations through my body when I see a textile showroom.

4.I’m a movie maniac

For me,movies aren’t just a timekiller.It influences and sometimes plays a major role in our decisions too.Social dramas & worthy watch flicks are encouraged across the world.

5.I’m terrified of cockroaches🤭

This may sound funny for you but it’s a fact.If I see a cockroach flinch,then I start screaming as hell no matter if it’s a mile away from me.I’m still trying to get rid off this disorder(don’t laugh,okay?)

6.I’m an ardent fan of Adele

I don’t know whether this can be listed here.But I just want to ponder how much her voice calms my soul.It’s something I can’t express with words.My favourite songs are:

  • Hello
  • Someone like you
  • When we were Young
  • Skyfall
  • Million years

7.I’m very fond of crime novels

It’s something which triggers curiosity in me.

8.I’m so concern about my

I hate when someone touches my hair.I don’t wanna my hair to fall off.I contemplate the beauty of my own hair for hours😅.

9.I’m a good secret keeper

My friends often share their secrets to me and they’re very much comfortable with me.(I’m not boasting 😁)

10.I’m a good annoyer(sometimes)

I love to annoy my brother and friends so much.It’s kinda fun to distract your loved ones, isn’t it?

11.I’m just 17!!

I think in this WordPress community,most of you have the misconception that I’m a grown up.So I take this opportunity to reveal this truth.I’m still learning to transform into a matured being… Hoping y’all be there to guide🥰🤗me!!

Akshita’s questions are:


Actually there should not be any limits if we dare to gain the determination & courage to stand with our dreams.As a human being,sometimes I lack the strong determination to pursue it.But we all must have the passion & reselience to strive for our goals


So far no.I try not to do so.


Ignorance.In my opinion,we are not to avoid anyone who cares for us. It’s a sin.It’s one of the most painful thing in the world.How much we feel hurt when we are ignored by our loved ones?So let’s all work hand in hand.Together we blooms..


Actually,nothing😂I just woke up today by hearing all the curses of mom.She was blaming on me because I got up late.I think we all living in a flow of water, eventually we get sedimented one day.


Of course,family.It’s a heaven where my goals start to blossom. Without them nothing is possible for me.


When my hard work doesn’t reach up as I intended.I felt this some days back😣


Over addiction to mobile phones,I get distracted very much.I’m hoping by switching it off can somehow strive back my real passion..


Definitely,no man is perfect.So why can’t we give second chances.We are human beings & we do make mistakes.It’s the humanity and compassion in us makes us a human.So no doubt in giving second chances..


It’s such a bewildering question.There are so many things.I’m learning to being a good listener.I stick to talking rather than listening.It’s something needed to be changed. Hoping I can make it.

I just wanna put on my opinions & ideas.If someome find it helpful that’s the best thing I can ever do.I wish to write so.


Same as above

My nominations are:

My questions are same as above.Please pardon me as I’m not good in preparing questionnaires.

Once again,a big THANK YOU to Akshita!!