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  • Doraemon, Please Take Me In! 😂

    Doraemon, Please Take Me In! 😂

    Daily writing prompt
    Who is your favorite cartoon character?
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    As a child, I had quite a list of favourites—Aladdin, TaleSpin, Chacha Chaudhary, DuckTales, Mowgli, and so many others that made childhood feel a little more magical, adventurous and fun. ❤️

    But then adulthood happened…

    and apparently, my taste in cartoons evolved with my problems. 😂

    Because now?

    Mine? Doraemon. Obviously. 😂

    Not because he’s cute.
    Not because he’s blue.
    And definitely not because I enjoy watching Nobita get bullied every five minutes. 😭

    I like Doraemon for a much more practical reason:

    The man owns EVERYTHING I want. 😌

    🚪 The Anywhere Door

    Take the Anywhere Door.

    Why would I waste time travelling when I can simply open a door and POOF! — I’m at the person’s house?

    “Coming over?”

    “Already there.” 😎

    And just imagine the drama!

    Someone says, “I live too far.”

    Me: opens door

    “Not anymore.” 😂

    No traffic.
    No maps.
    No packing.
    No checking Google Maps every ten minutes to see whether that red line has become even redder.

    I just open the door, step through…

    and boom—destination reached.

    Honestly, if Doraemon had given me that door as a child, I would have considered travelling an unnecessary human invention. 🤭

    🚁 The Bamboo Copter

    Then there’s the Bamboo Copter.

    Short distance? Fly.

    Why walk when I can simply put a tiny gadget on my head and take off? 😂

    Imagine me flying over traffic while everyone below is sitting in a jam, slowly losing the will to live.

    And I’m up there…

    whoooooosh 🚁

    “Sorry, I have somewhere to be.” 🤭

    Anywhere Door for long distances.

    Bamboo Copter for short ones.

    Basically, traffic and I would no longer have a relationship.

    ⏰ The Time Machine

    And then comes my favourite:

    The Time Machine. ❤️

    Now this one isn’t about convenience.

    This one is emotional.

    Imagine being able to go back—not to change anything, not to rewrite history, not to fix mistakes…

    Just to see certain people, certain moments, certain versions of life once again.

    Even if it’s from a distance.

    Just sitting there quietly and watching a moment that is long gone…

    Seeing someone again.

    Hearing a voice again.

    Watching life happen exactly as it once did.

    And maybe, just for a little while, living those moments again.

    I wouldn’t ask Doraemon for much.

    Just give me the Time Machine.

    I’d happily pay for that ticket. 🥹❤️

    👜 The 4D Pocket

    Then there’s the 4D Pocket. 😍

    Now THAT is what I call financial freedom.

    Whatever I need?

    Hand in pocket.

    “Here you go.”

    😂

    Need something?

    Pocket.

    Want something?

    Pocket.

    Forgot something?

    No problem.

    Pocket.

    No shopping.
    No searching.
    No waiting for delivery.
    No “It was out of stock.”
    No adding something to the cart and then forgetting to buy it.

    And imagine never having to say:

    “Oh no, I left it at home.”

    No, you didn’t.

    It’s in the pocket. 😌

    Honestly, with that pocket, I wouldn’t even need a handbag anymore.

    And my shopping apps?

    They’d probably start sending me sympathy messages. 😂

    🍽️ The Gourmet Tablecloth

    And the Gourmet Tablecloth?

    Oh, that gadget was designed specifically for people like me. 😂

    This one is pure magic.

    I don’t even have to decide what to cook.

    I just have to say what I’m craving.

    “I want biryani.”

    POOF! ✨

    Biryani on the table.

    “I want pizza.”

    POOF! 🍕

    Pizza on the table.

    “I want gulab jamun.”

    POOF! 🍮

    Gulab jamun appears.

    Whatever I feel like eating…

    I just say it, and TA-DA! It’s right there on the table. 😂

    No deciding what to cook.
    No planning.
    No chopping.
    No cooking.
    No cleaning.

    And most importantly…

    No one asking, “What are you making for dinner today?” 😭😂

    Because honestly, sometimes the hardest part of cooking isn’t cooking.

    It’s deciding what to cook.

    And then after all that effort…

    someone makes a face.

    “This?”

    “I don’t want this.”

    “Why did you put this in it?”

    😭😂

    With the Gourmet Tablecloth?

    NONE OF THAT.

    I simply say what I want to eat…

    POOF!

    Dinner is served.

    And I sit there peacefully, enjoying my food and my achievement.

    What achievement?

    I ordered it from a magic tablecloth. Please respect the chef. 😌😂

    🪄 Basically… Give Me The Pocket

    Honestly, I don’t want Doraemon’s gadgets for world domination.

    I want them for personal convenience and emotional damage control. 😂

    Just give me that 4D Pocket and let me say:

    “Khul ja Sim Sim.”

    And I promise I’ll use every single gadget with absolutely no restraint whatsoever. 🤭

    Anywhere Door?

    Mine.

    Time Machine?

    Mine.

    Gourmet Tablecloth?

    Definitely mine.

    Bamboo Copter?

    Obviously mine.

    I will not even pretend to be responsible.

    I’ll use them shamelessly.😏

    Because why should I struggle unnecessarily when a blue robotic cat has already solved everything?

    💙 Doraemon was never just a cartoon.

    Doraemon was never just a cartoon.

    He was basically a walking solution to problems I didn’t even know I would have as an adult. 😂

    And honestly, now that I think about it…

    Maybe that’s exactly why I liked him so much.

    He didn’t just have magical gadgets.

    He had the ability to make life ridiculously easy.

    And frankly…

    I respect that kind of talent. 😌😂

    Now it’s your turn.

    After knowing this much about me…

    Which cartoon character do you think I would love—and more importantly, which one is YOUR favourite and why? 👀

    I want to know what your cartoon character says about you. 😁

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    Until The Next Whisper,

    —Rajeshwari đŸ§żđŸ’•

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  • Fictional Characters | Two Extra Chairs for My Childhood

    Fictional Characters | Two Extra Chairs for My Childhood

    If you could have dinner with any fictional character, who would it be?

    If I could have dinner with any fictional characters, I wouldn’t choose a wizard, a detective, or a king.

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    I would choose Nagraj and Super Commando Dhruva.

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    Not because they were superheroes.

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    But because they quietly became a part of my childhood.

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    For children growing up in the 80s and 90s, comics weren’t just something we read. They were an emotion. A new Raj Comics release could make an ordinary week feel extraordinary. There were no online stores, no instant deliveries, and certainly no digital copies waiting on our phones.

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    There was only hope… and patience.

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    Every visit to the stationery shop began with the same question, “Bhaiya, nayi comic aayi kya?” Sometimes he’d smile and hand us a fresh copy. Other times came the heartbreaking reply, “Kal aana.”

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    And somehow… we actually believed tomorrow would arrive faster.

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    Buying every comic wasn’t an option for most of us, so we created our own little library of friendships. We borrowed comics from cousins, exchanged them with neighbours, and waited our turn like it was the most important appointment in the world. If someone got the latest Nagraj before us, we practically counted the hours until they finished reading it.

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    Those comics travelled through many hands before reaching ours. The covers became soft, the corners folded, and sometimes a page carried someone’s name scribbled in blue ink. None of it mattered. The adventure inside was still as magical as ever.

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    Those fictional characters didn’t simply defeat villains. They defeated boring summer afternoons, power cuts, lazy Sundays, and endless holidays. Nagraj made impossible things seem possible. Dhruva proved that intelligence, courage, and compassion could be superpowers too.

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    I still remember reading under a blanket with a torch long after everyone thought I had gone to sleep. “Just one more page,” I’d promise myself. One page became ten, and before I knew it, the adventure was over… leaving me desperate for the next issue.

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    We argued over who was stronger. We imagined crossovers that never happened. We became heroes in our own games, saving imaginary worlds before dinner was served.

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    Looking back, I don’t miss just the comics.

    I miss the waiting.

    I miss the excitement of spotting a brand-new issue on the shelf.

    I miss the joy of exchanging comics with friends as if we were trading priceless treasures.

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    Most of all, I miss that little child who believed every story with all her heart.

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    So if I could have dinner with any fictional characters, my table would have two extra chairs—one for Nagraj and one for Super Commando Dhruva.

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    Not because I want to know how they saved the world.

    But because I want to thank them for making mine so unforgettable.

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    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari     🧿💕

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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    P.S. Please ignore the clock. It has clearly been reading Raj Comics all night and has completely lost track of time! 😂

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  • Outdated Technology, Timeless Memories

    Outdated Technology, Timeless Memories

    Which outdated technology do you miss the most, and why?

    Which outdated technology do I miss the most?

    Outdated technology wasn’t always convenient. It tested our patience, refused to cooperate, and occasionally stopped working for no apparent reason. Yet somehow, it gave us something modern gadgets rarely do—stories worth telling.

    The correct answer is…

    Yes.

    I miss all of it.

    Please don’t make me choose. That’s like asking a grandmother which grandchild she loves the most.

    Old technology wasn’t just technology.

    It was a full-time family member.

    Why Outdated Technology Was So Memorable

    The landline had no concept of privacy.

    If your friend called, the entire household knew before you did.

    Someone would yell from another room…

    “Phone! It’s for you!”

    By the time you reached it, three people had already guessed who was calling and why.

    Then there was the TV antenna.

    One brave soul would climb onto the terrace while another stood inside giving directions that made absolutely no sense.

    “A little left!”

    “No… the OTHER left!”

    “Perfect! Don’t move!”

    The poor fellow became a human TV stand for the next two hours.

    Cassette tapes had anger issues.

    Every now and then they’d chew up your favourite song just because they could.

    And who came to the rescue?

    A pencil.

    Imagine explaining to Gen Z that a stationery item once repaired music.

    How Old Technology Taught Us Patience

    Camera rolls taught us confidence.

    You got 36 photos.

    No previews.

    No filters.

    No deleting.

    No “Let’s take one more.”

    If your eyes were closed…

    Congratulations.

    That’s your face for the next twenty years.

    The internet had a soundtrack.

    That legendary dial-up noise.

    Let It wasn’t pleasant.

    It sounded like a fax machine arguing with an alien.

    But hearing it meant adventure was about to begin…

    …unless someone picked up the landline.

    Game over.

    Life Before Smartphones Was Beautifully Imperfect

    Phone diaries were tiny books filled with numbers we actually remembered.

    Today my phone remembers everyone.

    I remember no one.

    Streaming platforms gave us thousands of movies.

    Video rental shops gave us happiness.

    There’s a difference.

    And television…

    Television knew when to go home.

    Late at night, the channel would simply end.

    No endless autoplay.

    No “Because you watched…”

    Just a polite goodnight.

    Why We Still Miss Outdated Technology

    I don’t really miss outdated technology because it was better.

    Half of it tested our patience.

    The other half stopped working whenever it felt like it.

    I miss it because it had limits.

    It forced us to wait.

    To fix things instead of replacing them.

    To laugh when they didn’t work.

    And, most importantly…

    when technology switched off…

    we switched on.

    Maybe that’s the outdated feature I miss the most.

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    Maybe we don’t miss the gadgets. Maybe we miss the life we lived around them… and the people we were because of them.

    Until the next whisper…
    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari

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  • Back When Memories Weren’t Stored in Cloud Storage

    Back When Memories Weren’t Stored in Cloud Storage

    Do you remember life before the internet?

    Life before the internet was wild honestly.

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    We used to disappear for six hours
    and nobody thought we were kidnapped.

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    People knocked on doors directly.
    DIRECTLY.
    No “hey are you home?” text.
    Just sudden human appearance.
    Terrifying times.

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    Phone numbers lived inside our brains.
    Now I forget OTPs
    while still reading them.

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    If someone used the landline too long,
    the whole family became emotionally involved.

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    And downloading?
    There was no downloading.
    Either the song came on the radio
    or destiny said no.

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    We had one computer in the house
    kept in the most public area possible
    like it was under government surveillance.

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    Google wasn’t there,
    so confident wrong answers survived for years.
    One uncle could lie peacefully forever.

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    Summer vacations felt endless then.
    We drank Rasna,
    came home before streetlights,
    and thought the moon followed our scooter.

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    Cartoons arrived once a day
    and missing them felt like heartbreak.

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    We waited for birthday cards,
    shared one earphone like it was true love,
    and rewound cassette tapes with pencils
    like unpaid interns.

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    Photos were blurry,
    candids were accidental,
    and nobody stopped eating
    to take pictures of the food first.

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    Also…
    we met people without stalking them first.
    No bio.
    No highlights.
    No “link in profile.”
    Just pure risk and bad judgment.

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    And somehow friendships felt longer,
    conversations felt slower,
    and evenings felt bigger.

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    People laughed louder,
    visited more,
    sat together without checking notifications every seven seconds,
    and love felt less performative somehow.

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    Now we have high-speed internet,
    low battery anxiety,
    three passwords forgotten daily,
    and the attention span of a confused mosquito.

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    But honestly…
    for a world with no Wi-Fi,
    it connected people surprisingly well. ✨

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    A nostalgic vintage-style scene featuring cassette tapes, a landline phone, handwritten notes, and children playing outside a sunlit window, inspired by life before the internet.
    Back when memories lived in hearts, not storage space. ✨

    —Rajeshwari🧿💕

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • Some Things Refuse to Age✨

    Some Things Refuse to Age✨

    What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?

    The oldest thing I’m wearing today
    is the way I still fall in love with tiny things. 🌸

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    Tiny joys.
    Tiny moments.
    Tiny unnecessary happiness that serves absolutely no purpose except making life feel softer.

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    I still look at the moon like she personally came to visit me.
    I still pause for orange skies, old songs playing from another room, cold pillows, and the smell of books I had no intention of buying.

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    Some people became cooler with age.
    I became the kind of person who whispers “the sky looks so pretty today” like it’s confidential information.🫣

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    I still listen to songs older than me like they’re personal memories.
    I still open cupboards just to touch my mother’s old sarees sometimes
    soft with time, carrying the quiet fragrance of another generation.
    And somehow, certain fabrics don’t just hold threads,
    they hold festivals, old conversations, familiar laughter, entire versions of home.

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    And honestly, I think that’s the oldest part of me.

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    Not my habits.
    Not my memories.
    Not even the emotional damage carefully marinated over the years.

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    Just this stubborn little ability to be delighted by life.

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    And truthfully, I wasn’t always like this.
    There was a time I thought happiness had to arrive loudly
    as achievements, big moments, big plans, big miracles.

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    But the last few years quietly taught me otherwise.

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    Now I think life mostly happens in smaller ways.

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    In warm tea.
    In window seats.
    In hearing your favorite song unexpectedly.
    In someone remembering how you take your chai.☕️
    In old songs drifting through another room while the evening slowly settles around you.

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    Maybe growing up was never supposed to mean becoming less amazed.✨
    Maybe the real tragedy is how many people stopped noticing the softness around them.

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    Meanwhile, I’m still out here treating fairy lights like a spiritual experience and old sarees like heirlooms from another universe.

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    And frankly?
    I hope that part of me never ages. ✨
    Someone has to keep reacting to flowers and clouds like they’re celebrity sightings. ☺️

    Warm nostalgic artwork with old sarees, books, tea, and the title Some Things Refuse to Age ✨
    Some softness never really leaves us. 🌸

    With Love,

    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • It Was Never About the Place

    It Was Never About the Place

    What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

    Honestly… every holiday magically becomes my favorite

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    when I’m with my favorite people.
    (Yes, even the ones where half the time goes in “kya khayenge?” discussions 😄)

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    Places?
    They’re just… places.

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    It’s the people who turn
    “just a trip” into
    “yaar, remember that moment?” forever.

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    But okay, if I have to choose—
    our Dubai vacation wins.

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    At LEGOLAND Dubai and the DreamWorks Animation Zone,
    something unexpected happened…

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    I didn’t just enjoy the rides—
    I forgot I was supposed to be “the responsible adult.” 😌

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    I’ve always loved rides,
    but this time?
    I went all in.

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    Screaming louder than my kids,
    getting more excited than them,
    and pretending I wasn’t scared
    (while internally questioning all my life choices mid-ride).

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    Somewhere between the laughter, the chaos,
    and the “one more ride please!”
    I wasn’t just a mother anymore…

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    I was a child again.
    A slightly dramatic one, but still.

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    And maybe…
    that’s exactly why it felt so special.

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    Because I was surrounded by people
    who didn’t remind me to “grow up,”
    but quietly allowed me to let go.

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    And that’s when it hit me—

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    Because in the end,
    it was never about the place…
    it was about who I became when I was with them.

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    A little more free,
    a little more alive,
    and completely myself… without holding back.

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    The kind of happiness
    that doesn’t need permission,
    and the kind of moments
    you wish you could pause… just for a little longer.

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    Maybe that’s why
    some memories never really leave…
    because they don’t just stay in our mind,
    they quietly become a part of who we are.

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    A joyful moment at a Dubai theme park, capturing carefree laughter, childhood nostalgia, and togetherness.
    Not the place… just the people who made it feel like home. 💛

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    —Rajeshwari 🧿💕

    Š Nihshabd by Rajeshwari. All Rights Reserved

  • ✨ When I Believed the Sky Was Taking Attendance ✨

    ✨ When I Believed the Sky Was Taking Attendance ✨

    Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

    There was a time

    when the road looked less like asphalt

    and more like a magic carpet

    that forgot to fly.

    And I?

    I rode my bicycle

    as if two wheels were enough

    to negotiate with the universe.

    Butterflies floated beside me

    not flying,

    flexing.

    Showing off their glitter wings

    like they were the fashion icons

    of the botanical world.

    And I chased them

    with the confidence of someone

    who truly believed

    speed was a personality trait.

    The sun was my spotlight,

    sprinkling warm gold on my face

    like a friendly aunty

    throwing blessings at a wedding.

    Clouds drifted lazily above,

    those soft, spoiled creatures

    with zero deadlines

    and too much attitude.

    Every time the wind

    whipped past my ears,

    I felt it gossiping,

    “Look at her…

    thinking she’s faster than me.”

    So obviously,

    I pedaled harder

    because childhood egos

    are the safest to lose.

    The road was full of bumps,

    twists, loose stones

    basically nature’s way of saying,

    “If you fall,

    I’ll give you a story.”

    And it did.

    Scraped knees,

    dramatic pauses,

    and that tiny moment

    between the fall and the rise

    where even the dust whispered,

    “Go again…

    this scene can be improved.”

    There were days

    I truly believed

    my shadow was trying to keep up.

    Days I felt the sky

    lean in closer

    as if taking attendance:

    “Present!” I’d shout silently,

    racing with dreams

    I didn’t even know

    were dreams yet.

    Those rides weren’t about speed.

    They were about that bold, silly hope

    that maybe just maybe

    the world was small enough

    for me to explore

    before lunch.

    And now?

    Life has turned into

    traffic, to-do lists,

    and grown-up sighs.

    But sometimes the wind

    brushed against my arm

    in that old familiar way,

    or a butterfly zigzags past

    like a sign I once understood…

    And suddenly,

    the road inside me wakes up

    stretching, sparkling,

    smelling faintly of sunshine

    and scraped knees.

    Maybe I don’t ride every day.

    Maybe the bicycle waits longer.

    But that childhood version of me

    the wild one,

    the sky-toucher,

    the wind-challenger

    she still flutters inside me

    like a stubborn butterfly

    who refuses to retire.

    And honestly?

    I think one morning,

    when the breeze gets a little naughty

    and the sun looks exactly

    like an old friend trying not to smile,

    I’ll push those pedals again

    wobbly, excited,

    heart beating like a small drum.

    Because some roads

    don’t forget you.

    They just wait.

    And some dreams?

    They grow wings

    the moment you stop doubting

    you had them all along.

  • Pocketful of Candies, Heartful of Memories

    Pocketful of Candies, Heartful of Memories

    What’s your favorite candy?

    What is my favourite candy?

    I never liked eating candies much

    strange child, I know.

    I liked collecting them instead,

    like tiny treasures

    meant to be admired, not finished.

    Just Jelly, Alpenliebe, Pulse

    safe in my pockets,

    safe in my plans,

    until Mumma found them

    and turned my collection

    into happiness for

    the little kids next door.

    I’d pretend to complain,

    but secretly smile

    because watching them enjoy

    felt sweeter

    than eating one myself.

    Funny how some of us

    don’t love the taste as much

    as the joy it creates.

    Maybe that’s why, even today,

    candies remind me

    not of sugar,

    but of sharing,

    small joys,

    and a childhood

    that smiled quietly. 🍬