Ms. Typewriter

I know you are tired!  Tired of hiding your pain. Tired of being strong. Tired of meeting everyone's expectations. Tired of fighting with your brain and heart. Tired of being alone even with people around you. I don't know why but every elder daughter's life is full of thorns. Sometimes because of her own decisions and mostly because of her parent's decision. She always obeys everyone because that's how she is trained. To not complain and always give happiness! Even if it means to supress her emotions.  I know how it feels to fail in love. I know how scared you are to fall in love again. I know how your dreams are shattered under societal pressure. I know sometimes you get angry and frustrated.  You might get these questions in your mind -Why do they even allow us to fly when at the end our wings will be cut off? Why are we asked to compromise even if isn't our fault? Why can't they just stand for what's right irrespective of the gender? Why

To those women who struggle to fall asleep at night, To those women who is tired of waking up every morning, To those women who have stopped believing in love, To those women whose life is full of thorns, To those women who crave for respect, To those women who was taken for granted, To those women whose words were never heard, To those women who is afraid to cry out loudly, To those women who has started doubting her abilities, To those women who smiles to make others smiles, To those women whose trust is broken into million pieces, To those women who is in search of light among the darkness, YOU don't deserve these. You deserve love, care and respect. Don't search it from cheap people. You are enough for yourself. You can and should live for yourself. Open those windows which the world has shut on your face and let your light shine! Be bright enough to blind those eyes who thought you aren't worthy of anything. Love, care and respect yourself. Let the world go

These days whenever I look at myself in the mirror, I find a different person whom I am unable to identify. This isn't me!  Back then, I was this radiating, bubbling and a joyous person. I enjoyed life to the fullest.  But now, I have lost interest in almost everything. Waking up every morning feels like a great task.  It hurts! It kills! Damn! Why did it happen to me? Where did I go wrong? Is it wrong to give love to the one who doesn't appreciate it? Is it wrong to be real in this deceiving world? Is it wrong to stand up for yourself? Is it wrong to look after others happiness by killing your dreams? So many questions keep piling my mind. I fail to find answers or to say I am scared to find answers.  I can never go back to the person who I was. That's the most heartbreaking situation. I can never forgive those who caused me this misery. I can never forget those who left no chance to wound me. They snatched the most precious thing from me - My originality. I a

All set to publish the video.  click! click! click! finally done! Keerthi was hoping around like a butterfly who had discovered its wings recently. why wouldn't she? Afterall her dream was coming true. she wanted to be famous in the social media. a year back, she had started vlogging and now she was becoming famous for it. people waited for her vlog like they waited for rain after ages of drought. Keerthi was proud of her self-independence and her popularity. exactly after five minutes, the notification beeped, and it was a comment from badboy_badsha  "I wish I had a girl like you in my life." Keerthi felt butterflies in her stomach. never had she felt like that. she just clicked the heart button. after that she got many positive comments as well as negative, but her heart was stuck at this one. she didn't know why but she had a sudden urge to know that person.   there was continuous notification beeping and Keerthi picked up her phone to check. the same person had co

What is love? I have asked this question to myself quite a few times.  when I was at college, I thought love was when you feel butterflies. And to add to my list, few daily soaps and movies at that time gave me many explanations! I used to think maybe elders are right "love will eventually happen after marriage". keeping this in mind I agreed for marriage.  The first few months and years passed smoothly. Why wouldn't it? people don't show off their real faces so easily, right? we keep believing until their mask falls off at the time of your need. when that happens you are broken, shattered and torn into pieces. what's worse is, when your partner doesn't even realize how rude and harsh, he is! you are blamed for all his indecent behavior and at some point, you start believing them.  For me, the definition of love changed when I realized that I was in abusive marriage. not physical abuse but emotional abuse. I was being their dump yard on whom they could dump al

The sky was her canvas, Her dreams were the colors, She painted till she bled, With colors she wasn't allowed to. They laughed at her canvas, They drained her determination, Her colors were fading off, Into a world she didn't see, She was drowning in her own world, With no one to pull her up! Every color of her had a story, But not everyone wanted to read it. She waited for the one, To hold and love her colors. The wait was over, and the ring slid, from fingers their hearts connected, It was just a beginning of a life, with full of thorns and blood! Yet again her dreams were colored, but not with her colors but choice of theirs. Her dreams lost all the colors, she still chose to live with colorless dream!

Lately, I have tried to remain happy and calm as much as I can. It took me a long time to realise that, this life isn't worth worrying about others opnions about yourself. Now, I am guilty of wasting my precious time and tears on people who aren't even worth in the book of my life. So, for whoever has suffered or is suffering like me- always keep one thing in mind, the people who love you would never think of hurting you and the people who hurt you are never yours! Stay away and I would say just cut off. I have got a lot of advices for cutting off people from my life. But, I had already decided that - From now on, I would live my life according to my terms and conditions not according to society and their needs! Trust me I am happiest one for removing the closest people who weren't healthy for my mental. My happiness was inside me. The thing was I saw only the darkness and forgot that there is always a window open to the light. I kept passing down in that darkne

When someone very close to your heart leaves this world forever, they just don't leave but take a part of you with them. Nothing remains the same after that. Every morning hits differently. Every festival begins with mourning. Every happiness seems incomplete. Every nook and corner of the house reminds about them. Sometimes you feel like shutting everything up and disappearing to a place where you couldn't be found. You want to shut all those memories which messes up your life. You know that they will never return back but still your heart yearns for their presence. You still think of all those ifs and buts which could keep them in your life.  Life becomes worse if the person who left was the one on whom you depended the most. Your happiness was connected to them. You found comfort in them in your sadness. In each step of your life that person was there to hold you and support you. You feel like suddenly someone has snatched the shade. The reality of life slaps you

Every child is being named beautifully by their parents. As for me,I was named by my mother. When I got my senses I didn't like my name much. I always used to ask my mother why did she give me such a not so good sounding name! And she used to say, 'I like that name and there will be a day when you will like your name too!  Then in school and college my best friend trimmed my name from Rishana to Rishu. It sounded terrible to me! But she didn't back off. Well then, I had no other way to accept that name!  I used to always dream about how would my name sound like from my life partner. It sounded beautiful when he called me by my name for the first time. But it was short lived. As years passed on, my name faded away. I became someone's daughter. I was called by someone's wife. I was addressed as someone's mother. I was never called by my name. My mother was right, I had started liking my name at this point in my life. I wanted someone to call me by my n

Today, 8th of March is marked as international woman's day. Like every other day this day too passes away. Some celebrate and some don't. Everyday is a woman's day for a woman. She doesn't rest. She works tirelessly without any payment. She isn't even appreciated for what she does. Her work is always looked down. If she is a home maker she is considered as useless and if she is a working woman she is considered as proud.  Whatever a woman does she is always judged.  What makes me sad is it's always a woman who destroys another woman. We don't support each other be it in any field. We may have passed through that phase but still we judge. I don't know why it happens. A woman knows about how difficult carrying a child is yet she judges other woman and  make their life difficult. A mother knows the struggle to raise a child yet she comments about our child's appearance and judge another mother. A mother in law knows how difficult it is for h

Every time when I saw his face and smile, I didn't even imagine that there would come a day when he would leave me and go. For me it was something which I considered as unbearable and unfathomable. Maybe because I was never ready to accept the reality. That reality which scattered and shattered my life. We think we have so many tomorrow's coming our way, but the real thing is our present is a big question mark.  We may have so many unsaid words to say. We may have so many dreams to live. We may have so many relations to cherish. We may have so many regrets to live with. We may have so many many things to do. But we don't have the so called tomorrow which we keep waiting for! They say," He left and one day we all too will live this world." They are completely right in some sense.   But, how do I accept that he is gone?  How do I accept that he couldn't fulfill his promise of coming back? How do I accept that I would never be able to live under his s

The day came to an end and my work too! The set of this day's responsibility ended with worry of next day's work. Every night when I lay down I wonder how much I have changed in these three years. There were days when I enjoyed doing everything but now everything feels like a burden. The relationship which was everything for me is now just a name sake ship which keeps sailing without any destination. Sometimes I laugh at myself for being so stupid and naive. I thought , if you give love you'll receive love.  If you give respect ,you'll recieve respect. If you do good, you'll be treated good. But none of these is true. You will always be taken for granted. In fact no one wants to even acknowledge that you are a human being too who not only needs food, water and shelter but also love , respect and care. Why didn't I live for myself? I always keep thinking about it. Maybe because I was so busy finding my happiness in others who never deserved my love. I

Stuthi was mesmerized to see the black bag which was displayed outside that store. She couldn't take her eyes off. She could sense the material and comfort of the bag without even touching it. "Appa, look at that, how beautiful it is." Stuti told her father pointing towards the bag. "Hmm, it is indeed beautiful.But we cannot buy it as it is out off our budget." Her father said adjusting his spectacles. "Why do you need a bag now? Buy it after you get married." Her mother said sternly. Stuthi kept quiet and started leaving from there but not before glancing at the bag for one last time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Stuthi was roaming around the mall with her husband.  "Look at that bag." Stuthi pointed towards the glass window of the shop where a beautiful black bag was displayed. "Hmm, it is beautiful." Said her husband. "Shall we buy it?" Stuthi asked him. "Why d