A Birthday.

Did a cake and chocolate just cross your mind?

Resssst your brain.

According to IST 12.00 am on June 27 , 2018 . I turn 21. Not too sure if it’s the age’s maturity OR having had enough of cakes since the past 20 years , a cake was the last thing I would look for on a birthday.

Moving on to celebration, I do not believe in particular occasions cause for me any time with your friends and family that you feel loved and blessed, is one. Given that some of my best buddies live outstation making us meet occasionaly and was a feeling I was not ready to welcome.

However, this time , I tried to do something for myself. I tried breaking the shackles of restriction. I decided on having to meet some pals,make some friends and try having a good day. After all, personal growth is something my people would have loved. Isn’t it?

To sum it up , I received some beautiful letters as night from my best friend who stays away. She has been writing since quite the beginning of the month. How beautiful it is to have someone make 5 minutes of their day for you so they know you’re doing good. These are things not to be taken for granted and for a moment , someone wishing and praying for you could be the reason you’re even alive.

Please be grateful for whatever you have and learn to move from whatever you’ve ever lost.

Also, if you ever feel that nobody loves you, wait till your birthday. 😂

A Monsoon Covet.

Image : Self

Let’s just say how two things shall differ so much from the other. The monsoon in India has finally begun. Too much of a good news to anyone who likes their coffee better with rains.

Would it be wrong if I said I Lust for rain? Or shall love be the appropriate. I also fail to distinguish from where this love comes from. I was born during the monsoon ,so maybe?

However, lusting for this particular season makes me understand and love things. I’d rather have cancelled plans and enjoy a book than going out to hot summery days or wintery nights. The feel of having water soaking up this earth after long months of dry and the chilly weather is when I can finally rest.

To sum it all, how much ever you love something, it’s value doubles up when you are with your loved ones. Some work always keeps me busy but needless to say, I miss my pals and wish for the day to have them besides soon!

Who else is a monsoon baby?

Folded Pages

So many words that you can see,
A lot of which you may not agree.
My body’s a little inked, scratched & crushed ,
But I see how on most days, I’m the only one you’d trust.
On days I’m decorated in doodles of joy,
The other I’m withering with your tears of coy.
I’ve known actions deliberate,
Don’t you hold back, let them liberate.
Don’t you worry about all your rages,
It all stays in between my folded pages.

P. S : Someone’s Human Diary.
Are you somebody’s too?

This Indian Summer

When I say summer, please think of holidays.

It’s blazing heat in here.

All Indians , you know what I’m talking about.

We have always pictured our summers with, Fat fleshy mangoes & Round red looking watermelons , staying indoors and sipping in ‘Glucon D’ ( the Indian drink for glucose) , heavy evening winds with a densely setting sun , let’s not forget the ‘Nimbu -Paani’ ( Lemonade ) ft. increasing love and familiarity with Amul (Ice Creams and Drinks) . If you cannot relate, is Atlanta your home?

When we were younger, we just had the so called ‘pressure’ of having to complete the Holiday Homework’s. But as you grow, you know life does not stop for you and HOLIDAYS (equals) Some more isolation , Looking at other people on vacation and trying to think what sin in your previous birth makes you sit here , doubled up procrastination and the kind of sleep that exhausts you more, unexpected unhealthy food binges and the not so confident mirror experience.

Here’s what you can do and a few things I’m willing to / have started doing.

  • First things things. Do SOMETHING. ANYTHING.
  • Delete what makes you unhappy or threatens your mental peace. (I’m off instagram and facebook already)
  • Have you tried YouTube? ( discover what you love, get some motivation or just watch a cute puppy dammit.)
  • Try something new. Sounds strange but I’ve been doodling since a few days and believe it or not, I enjoy it!! I’m also thinking to start baking (I mean what better if your hard work gives sweet results). There is never the right moment to begin something so just attack.
  • Go out and by that I do not mean bottoms up with vodka or whisky or whatever (once in a while doesn’t hurt though.) but when I say go out , it means move that lazy ass out of that couch and take in the breeze. It’s beautiful in the evenings anyway.
  • Set goals and achieve them. Again, not goals like ‘ I shall become the CEO with the hottest body ‘ but goals that are minimal efficient and that can be achieved. Goals like, 10 books this summer, learn a new language or emit junk and go green .Anything that helps you grow needs your attention.

Whatever you do , be productive. I’m glad to rise and to realise and figure out what I need to do and trying to maintain it.

Do remember, you do not have to be hard on yourself (any season, any day) It’s your body, let it breathe.

The key to a good life lies in keeping yourself busy ( even if you’re trying to set a record of sleeping) For once, trust me. Have a nice Indian Summer.

(that reminds me that there’s a movie called Indian Summer, which I’m yet to watch. I’m trying to watch one movie everyday so spare me , it’s movie time.)

Enjoy ❤


From the eyes of a mother.

From a Mother’s Diary

Today I went by her room,
The one that she had filled much with darkness and gloom.
Her curtains drawn closed and tact,
From when has she been falling apart?
She spoke to me of things and places,
A battlefield, her mind was full of sad traces.
Her pillow was stained, her bed not neat ;
What possibly made her ever feel this incomplete?
I could see her pain, I could feel her burn
I’ve watched the rain, wishing to be the sun.
I knew not why, the mothers heart made of what ,
The pain in her nerves, the roar through her guts.
Lose pages scattered everywhere,
Some filled with dreams, others with nightmares.
I wished to make out, what she has been feeling
To pray for her strength and for her healing .
I wish her pains could be mine in a twirl,
She was born from my womb, my baby girl.

-Swosti Das

Your mother, your sister or your wife.

Having a girl in your life is very precious. Protect her, Respect her and Love her.

Excerpts from a Non-Astrologer.

Astrologer, If you belong to the holy land of India, it is almost 95 % that you have understood what this means. Not that someone not from here doesn’t. It’s just that if you are born in India, you are deeply rooted with *atleast* the idea of spiritual awakening , Reincarnation or Rebirth, Karma and the importance of 4am holy baths in sacred rivers, keeping a fast on holy festivals and of course, how our god’s require tons of milk and flower to be showered on them. ( to satisfy them and maintain the uninterrupted flow of their blessings on us )

It all boils down to one thing. FEAR. The human race unintentionally fears everything.

Ever came across a perfect business marketing technique ? How to sell a product ? The answer is quite simple, Create a crisis. Make the consumer feel the need of it. Poor us humans for the sake of efficiency also get trapped. Not to deny I am amongst them and so are you. Tell someone they need to look fair for a personality and sell them a fairness product. Tell someone they’d look better with a slimmer waist, Slim Sauna Belt. Yes.

Not just for business but all our daily emotionic transactions also take place in the band of this crisis theory. Feel less important in someones life ? threaten them of leaving.Want a person to be with you for as of your wishes ? Just rub and slice through them emotionally. Create a crisis of your place. But I wasn’t really speaking about Marketing Techniques in life right?

That is how Religion works in still so many places. The problem is we fear the things we feel we have no access to, we find solutions in everything and most of the time, it isn’t our fault. We are born with defense mechanism to shield our not only physical but mental and emotional state of being. Probably that! Is why we see hopes in astrologers OR anyone who shows promises to make our lives better or at least the thought of it.

Having said that, I am not trying to offend any Astrologer OR anybody’s profession . The main purpose to put this up was to bring in forward a few ideas or thoughts of mine completely admitting that I am no Astrologer, Psychiatric, Card reader or healer but I have seen and felt a few things that needs to come up.

Lately, quite a lot of things have been happening in my life, to the contrary it does feel as if this life of mine still got no motion. Being a private person as I am, I do not know if I can really talk about every issue and fail to differentiate if it is worth discussing about. However, to swipe the fresh creme above the cake and to brief it, there has been a lot. There is this book I completed reading today that I strongly recommend as a must read which shall not be discussed here to prevent straying away from the topic.

One thing you will learn is how everything has a consequence, every action and situation that life puts you at is made to bring you through and also that each and every incident happening today is trying to tell you something and perhaps is an indication of something. Understanding what could be learnt from it is what makes us grow. All these little and big things in our life matter. Everything Matters. Hence, this my friend I’d say is a battlefield nobody really wins or looses. We grind and fall but still try and stand tall . That is what makes us all warriors of time. Religion is no cure but a pacifier to the burn within. It should not be mistaken for anything that takes place overnight but a process.

I am no-one extra but one amongst all of you and that is what brings me closer to each of your soul’s treachery. I confide and my staple are the same things as yours. We deal with things every moment and still keep hopes to snuggle between them for peace. Hence we do not go behind anyone or anything looking for what we need .

It’s in there, right within , Look.


Hope this helps!

Good night!

How many times have you cheated on your Social Media?

My last post on WordPress was on December 31 , 2017 as an ode to the passing year. It has been more than a month and I haven’t visited WordPress. Mistake .

We human beings no matter what, always stay in a habit. A habit of repeating the same thing and cringing about it, agree? . Well I couldn’t agree less. So many of us bloggers over here have multiple social media accounts to maintain. In the growing age of Instagram, Facebook and Twitter, I still stand by all the lovely people out her pouring out their thoughts and supporting each other. I personally have only one Instagram working and active account and do not use anything else.

However what happens at times is that we tend to get inclined towards so many things in our lives and end up repeating it time and again. Sometimes we write a lot of stuff about a lot of things but tend to slow down, maybe because things got better or the situation just improved. Whatever the reason is, we have at so many times cheated on what we exactly wanted to do. I’ve written posts during bad phases, extremely happy and neutral phases of my life but also ended up ditching it during the same.

Not to worry, it is okay. You are not bound to always keep having to prove yourself for the sake of content or activity. You could take a break from your media and really live for a while. Not to deny, sometimes losing yourself in this vast world of electronics and wired conversations where you actually feel heard or cared for does transcend you to a better life at times but at the cost of what? So do not worry if people are mad at you for not keeping them updated. This life is yours and your way of living it is a choice, On or Off any social media. Your temporary death in this world of media unless is harming you much should stay adopted in you for as long as you wish .

Stay happy and do what you wish, not everyone needs to know. Keep Cheating .

Have a good night.


The perfect New Year Resolution doesn’t exist.

As we bid Adieu to 2017 , most of us have a checklist and number of things to be done in the upcoming year.

From the most popular of acquiring a gym membership to resisting desserts , from being a changed person to the promise of not taking anyone’s shit, from trying to build an another you to leaving behind every fragment of mixed feelings that has lingered around. There is something and so many things in our mind that feels the need of a start afresh.

All these years, I’ve done the same too. But I’m definitely sure how this year’s going to be the most different and maybe years after if I read this post, it shall remind me about how I sat in my cozy blanket at my place with closed windows and doors and heartfelt heavy emotions typing unstoppabley on the portable device maturely knowing the only actual thing I shall be changing from tommorow is the Calender.

However, I still hope all of you have a great year ahead. Keep going on now matter what. You deserve it.

Lots of Love,


We cross 1k followers. Thank you everyone.

# Last Post of this year .

Let the countdowns begin.

Have you ever written something that you could not put up?

To begin with , we all know why each one of us is here.

Some like to write, read or analyze and critically appreciate. However, we all do seem like little tiny identical objects floating in the same water. As I was going through my drafts, I came across a several things that I have not yet posted and to be very honest, I cannot figure out why.

There’s just a small question in my mind that asks if there are other people or anyone of you who has something that hasn’t been put up yet despite of any reason.

It could be a fear of not reaching the level of perfection that you thought towards your piece when you thought it, could be having your writing so strong that you thought it could possibly affect somebody close or personal , could be something so ardent and impassioned that you thought it shall intimidate people and nobody would actually get the real crux of it or you are just the damn lazy ass who never freaking completed it.

Reason, a many but the result is same. I don’t know if it’s just me or there are many others with it. Do let me know.

And also since, 2017 has been coming to an end , many of you have also been requesting to do a questionnaire regarding anything you’ve ever wanted to know. For example, what’s my favorite food ? 😂 or what would I do if I had to chose between two things. Whatever comes to your mind, I will definitely answer everything in my next post linking you.

Lots of Love

#HappyHolidays. 🎊 🎈


To the time I bled the most.

I had tripped and slipped over a stone . I was sitting on a concrete floor, a floor so hard and concrete that made you colder, I sat there with minute scratches on my elbow and other places and a heavily bleeding knee. I sat there crying for help and watched a truck loads of people pass by me . People of different colors, genders, age groups , some with files in their hands, mother’s with strollers in one hand and bags in the other, some people wandering here and there with guide maps looking lost and confused, tourists maybe. A group of teens extremely overjoyed as they seemed tossing a ball over each other. Everyone in a hurry heading to their destination barely noticing my highlighted knee. I never felt so lonely in a place full of crowd that was void of turning their pupils a little away from where they wanted to go. In the meanwhile, a little boy with a face that appeared to me unwashed and quite unkept and slight scratches on his half torn schoolbag came up to me and asked if I needed water to wash my wound. Exactly the moment, I woke up from my dream with a sudden stroke.

I failed to make out what bled more, My knee or my heart ? 😌

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