Ms. Typewriter

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 c...

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...