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" They say money talks,  But all mine says is Goodbye ! "                                                             - Broke Blues It is one of Life's biggest ironies....  Us sacrificing our health to gain and horde wealth, and go on to squander it to regain that lost       health...! But, then again what can you expect of us Earth-Dwellers, who call this planet " Earth", despite  three-fourths of it being covered under water !. It is appalling to see men strut and show off their wealth, women beautifying themselves to the highest degree.  If only they had spend that time to remind themselves that they would eventually end up as fleshless skeletons under the mud, strewn with maggots and what not, they would end this charade  in an instant. Money, although essential, is a temporary asset. Holding your hopes onto something that slippery is going to tire you out eventually.                                                                                           

I still remember, as fresh as yesterday, the way I stumbled into that waiting room, after months of  being cooped up in a hospital bed.... Let's wind up the memory machine a little to get a gist of what I am talking about here !!! To put it shortly, I suffered a Third Degree burn after a cauldron of Boiling hot water fell upon me accidently. I still remember my father watching me with widened eyes as he saw me shudder when the water melted my skin !  After a bout of Emotional scenes, Tears and Yelling..  [ You know how Indian  Parents are so organized in a crisis...You would be surprised ! ] I was laid on the bed with a peeled-off skin, where the water ran through, and we were waiting for the Ambulance to arrive. I faintly remember the tears that dripped from my Mother's eyes, seeing my helpless state, and the utterly confused look on my sister's eyes as she looked back-and-forth, trying to get a hang of the commotion. The Ambulance siren was heard soon enough, and I was ta

FOR THE BROKEN HEARTS........ inspired by - Chanakya  Ravichandran  A Budding Director and Magnificent Musician.... SCENE 1- THE ROOM The hands in the clock inched towards midnight, as his own hands left his messy face, blurred was his vision as he laid his eyes on the wall, staring at a neat and clean poster of an online music contest. He had been looking forward it since the start of the lockdown, but he didn't have the mood to dedicate himself to it. His eyes drifted over to the calender and eventually to clock, a minute to midnight, and then the realization hit him ! It was her birthday…. (Flashback Hyperlapse initiated) All the moments he had enjoyed, laughed, cried and  spent with her just hit him like a hammer to a nail, sudden and unexpected. The wave of emotions weighed him down to the point he was unable to stand, staring at the phone, crazy in dilemma… He hadn't spoken to her much after their breakup and he didn't want to be the first to break the silence. "

Maladaptive Daydreaming - Ways to overcome  Though you might have matched up with the symptoms, you can't exactly go to your therapist or your local psychologist and blurt that you are mentally ill,  They will probably laugh at your face !!! Probably it's better you save yourself the embarrassment ! It just isn't out there like it's psychological troublesome brethren, Probably because the patient has clear distiction of reality and imagination. But the daydreaming are so immersive that you might end up having your productive time all spent up, you might have trouble sleeping, having your dreams in rewind mode. But these simple steps might help you to maintain your creative sanity 😅. 1.  Maintain a fixed time. Like they say, old habits die hard. And that's especially true for daydreams as it functions as an escape mechanism for anyone who gets fed up with reality. Like every habit..and all addictions in general, we can only wean ourselves off this urge t

I felt suffocated, the air was thick with misery, and i stood there having my eyesight alternate between the gloomy sunken eyes of my parents, and the rage-rich beady eyes of the Pricipal… I was in a dilemma, whether to faint or cry my heart out. Sweat seeped erratically through my pores,  so did tears from the eyes of the other girls, running through their faces, white as snow….(Due to fear, of course ! ). Let's rewind to the night before, to get a hold of the situation here.😅 Hey there !  I am Ananya. Sorry for the sudden start of narration, couldn't stop myself as i relive those bone-chilling series of events. But , Hey, haven't we all have our fair share of tales ! I am going to just walk you through my experience of getting kicked out of my own hostel ! Badass for a girl of my upbringing, Am i right !!! I am usually the silent type, but that night at the studyroom I felt adventurous as Mehrin (name changed for obvious reasons !) started planning randomly a

As He savoured his Last drink, And felt the last drop reach the Brink.. He looked up to the sky, and held his head high.. Praising the heavens, with  a teary-eyed cry....                            - Fulan       

Lá Familiá.......... Love Binds us all.... People ask,  why do you spoil people with your love, Why do you give it to the people who don't deserve it as much… T o them, I want to say  … I miss my Mom, thus I see my mother in all the teachers, women as aged as my mom and even more, as I miss the care she provided. I miss my Dad, thus my respect and love for all the professors, and all men who I look upon, is as much as I give to my Father, as I see a piece of him everywhere I go. I miss my Sister, which is why socialize and care for the girls who I connect with, those of all ages, for I crave the attention and her antics, and relive that experience. ( I don't wanna tell her that, but she loves when I admit her absence !….. ) I miss my little brother, and it is his absence I seek to dissolve, that void I wish to fill, when I show my love to my friends around me, but it does appear from time to time !. In other words, I see a piece of my family that I miss, in every s