Paper

Who am I? Perhaps, nothing. Sometimes I lie on the floor, other times you gently pick me up with your ink-stained fingers. My pupils often dilate with the darkness inside your caves while you destroy my skin hard. Other times, my eyes cannot stop blinking when somewhere in the corner I open up a casket of your most prized possessions. I see your wounded ego when I move on. It often needs my medicine and that’s my ecstatic pain. Sometimes you crush me hard and other times you burn me when you think you don’t need me.

Yes, I’m just a paper, made of wood, sometimes carelessly lying on the floor, other times kept loose on the table. You scribble hard with your pen and destroy my skin often. Yet, you need me and I stand tall and high in the files and inside the drawers. I treasure your mind, heart, and soul. I’m a precious paper, made of wood. Handle me with care!

Via Daily Prompt: Paper

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Live life like…

Live life like there’s no tomorrow. Fight adversities like a woman soldier, all set to manoeuvre and win.  Stand strong and firm like a proud, unyielding mountain. Love someone like a fearless romantic. Peep into the dark caves of your soul you fear to face the most, to rise and shine.

-Daisy Kumar

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“Did you miss me?”

I was silent, tight-lipped, unmoved, and stood firm. But I held a storm inside me Eksil, just looked at you, stuck in a daze.

My eyes had dreams, the dreams had anger. I was caged inside, tied down by chains of hopes and expectations. They were too heavy for me to carry now. My heart bled deep carrying this burden. There were scars and wounds all over and I saw them every morning in mirror; hid them with richly embroidered net veil draped over my shoulders. So, I was very angry and you could see through in ‘silence’.

You were there for me in silence, and bore with me not knowing, not advising, not curing, nor healing. Just stood there. 

“Sometimes cure to our wounds comes in the most strangest ways and mysterious faces.”

-This is Julia, main character in my novel, talking about “the most mysterious face”, Eksil. I would love to know what do you think.

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Life’s a chessboard!

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You Entered My Mind- Like a Wild Wind

Two loud thuds on the door

I was startled to the core

You pushed, opened it hard

It was my red bleeding heart

My lips quivered for a while

I gathered my fallen, scattered courage and turned around with a trembling smile

This was YOU. A huge, dark shadow… walking with ease. A loud heavy voice, filled the room, echoed in my mind, entered my breath and into my soul.

I have no clue now how to stop you? How to resist you? How to push you back? My lips tremble still. You still thrust your face towards me. I still long to smell your breath, and feel the heat.

“It’s harder to give up when you know it’s everything you want.”

-This is Julia, main character in my novel, unfolding her impressions about the ‘huge, dark shadow.’ I would love to know what do you think.

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Wandering Lust!

I lust for your warm strokes,
I still wait for those musical words, rhyming into my dreamy mind,
I miss your sharp, piercing gaze
Charming my mind, penetrating into my soul, stretching my fantasies far and wide

It’s strange you ensnare me still and my heart no longer feels home in my chest; longs for your soul, whom I’ve barely known.

This is Julia, a black-haired, deep-eyed woman, journeying through a home-spun, seemingly simple life. Caught up in the web of relations. A doting mom. A secret affair- the spark that pushes her beyond her limits, to the extremes. Survival became her only choice.

‘Like a Whirlwind- The Secret Affair’- this is my first new novel, releasing soon. Follow me here to know when and grab your first copy.

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That’s awesome! I’m 32, turned 18 again

Did you ever imagine to go back in time? From being old to turning young again. Yes. It just happened to me. I jumped back into my college times today. Turned 18 again from 32.

Hey wait! What’re you thinking? Time machine. Yes. I popped into ‘time machine’ and turned 18 again. I’ll start my university days again. Sometimes ‘times’ take you back to your wonder years. The younger years. Norway did this to me again!

This was next breakthrough in my journey as an expat. I’ll soon start my Norwegian language classes again. It feels like starting life all over again. Mixed feelings! I’m speechless. Starting life again at 32? Quite difficult, a challenge.

Hey! Wait. But I see something different. A flip side of the coin. I’m 18 again. This is amusing. Isn’t it.

I saw this on my way… a path of yellow flowers…

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The yellow flowers alongside my path looked beautiful. I realised it’s a new journey, in the whole new world, with new faces and fresh experiences. I felt younger again. I felt as if I’m rolling back in time.

‘Time’ whispered in my ears again: “I’m not measured by clocks, but by moments.” So, dear time, I thought to enjoy you, and not waste you.

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The Best Mum’s Award Goes to YOU :-)

Yes, you deserve it. I nominate you for the most loving and beautiful mom in this world. A prettiest mother, doing a great job, and so loving and caring. Sometimes, you just need to hear it!

A mom is perhaps the most amazingly peculiar creature on earth. She blindly believes in us. She always stands by us even in the most turbulent times. She doesn’t sleep but like to watch us sleeping like a baby, always. She needs no words to understand us. She devotes her life so much to us that she can forget the world around her.

That’s a true hero. A true mom, and this mom is alive in all of us.
Happy mother’s day to all ‘lovely moms’ out there. 

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Oh Mama! Not Even PCOD Could Stop Me

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A Laughing Baby!

This was a voice I heard from within for the first time when I got to know ‘I’m pregnant’. Hey friends, PCOD (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) is not a reason to lower your spirits to get pregnant. It is not a disease to make you victimized by social stigma and crave to become a mother.

PCOD is a challenge which you can overcome with calm, courage, and cheer. It is a common hormonal disorder among women of reproductive age. This is more a lifestyle problem than some disorder in your body.

I’ve spent two years of my life in overcoming all its symptoms. I had to do a lots to fight depression, balance my diet, gather courage and light up hope after each passing cycle. Moreover, many wagging tongues were determined to push me into ‘never-ending depression’.

“Oh! when are you going to crack the good news? We are waiting.”

“You’ve spent six years of your married life. High time! You should have had atleast one child by now.”

“I’m sure she might be having some problem.”

And the list of these melancholic compliments went on and on. Phew! It was a difficult time, my friends. Gradually, it became harder for me to see a pregnant lady or hear some couple cracking their ‘good news’. It made me more conscious of myself. Worst of all, my peers’ words struck into my head like swords.

Yes, I understand, you all might be undergoing similar experience. But life never ends with one difficult situation. We all have a natural tendency to fend for ourselves, to find fresh new meaning in our lives again. After all, there is always a ray of hope even in the darkest of hours.

PCOD can be corrected with right medications and majorly with effective food therapy. Instead of relying completely on pills, keep your spirits high, pop up fruits, homemade food and give your body and mind time to heal.

Don’t get upset with sharp-tongued chatterboxes. They’ll never understand you, they don’t even belong to you. They are just concerned if they can make some juicy conversation on your plight. It is more important to maintain your calm and remain cheerful throughout. That’s a key to success. Being happy also helps your brain release happy hormones in your body. It provides a conducive environment to your body for pregnancy.

Go for a little shopping, get glossy lipsticks, attractive nail paints, stunning dresses. Be well-dressed, look healthy and good all the time. It gives a feel-good factor to you as well as to your partner.

Eat healthy, stay happy! Good food always give a feel-good factor. Eating green vegetables, fruits, lots of salad, 1 or 2 glasses of milk, homemade fruit juices, regular meals prepares your body for pregnancy. Less or no intake of fast food like pizzas, burgers, coke, etc. helps in detoxification. Also, say ‘NO’ to alcohol and smoking to boost fertility in you.

Change your lifestyle. Sitting for 8 to 9 hours in centrally air-conditioned office affects the health too. Now, you might wonder ‘I can’t leave the job and sit at home’. Hey, I don’t tell you to do this. But you can always opt for some sports like swimming, jogging, brisk walking, etc. early in the morning. And go for some yoga exercises or mild walking in the evening too. Staying in touch with nature and keeping yourself sporty or active helps you heal your body and mind.

Say ‘NO’ to stress. It doesn’t come easy when you are trying hard to become a parent. Each passing cycle not only leaves you in depression but also frustrates your partner too. And, it’s also not easy to avoid stress when doctors, family, friends tell you not to bother.

But the most difficult problems in life are never solved with the ‘stress’ factor. They are solved with a lot of patience, courage and cheer. Here you need to change your attitude because depression and anxiety will never get you anything. Stay calm and allow yourself to flow with time!

God always knows better than you when to gift you a baby- the love and pride of your life.

Wish you all the best!

Won contest in ‘Mother’s World’ magazine for writing a ‘heart-warming’ story. 

Daisy PCOD

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