My Lazy Girl

  He parked his car outside my favorite bakery and ordered me to stay inside the car until he returned. He locked the car and kept an eye on me from a distance while he ordered the food. He allowed me to cry my heart out in his arms. My sobbing intensified as he hugged me tightly and massaged my back. He waited patiently for me to take my time and relax. My heart felt lighter. My nose turned scarlet red, kajal smudged from the corners of my eyes, and lipstick stained my palm when I wiped it away. He looked at me and laughed. "You look like a Joker!". I punched him in the chest, and then hugged him back. He held me with the same warmth. I felt safe and unreal around him. He made me felt like a youngster who had conquered her fear of the unknown. He was broad, strong and muscular. I was little and petite. I gazed at him again, as he put my hair behind my ears, set it with his hands, and wiped the tears from my face. Are you okay now? ( he asked) I nodded in response. ...

Work is worship, But then it takes time to perform the ritual .  I had a very delicious fruit cake an hour before leaving the office which left me with some good taste and thoughts altogether. [ Tip of the day: Good food leaves you with good thoughts. Choose it wisely. It helps!] As the clock stuck 6 p.m. (IST), I packed my stuff and rushed to find my cab. I tucked in the seat belt and before i could say something, my driver swtiched on the radio as he started the car. He shuffled channels after channels in the quest of good music with less commercials(that's the main agenda I guess.)  Tired by the day, I shut my eyes and let the music strike into my ears effortlessly till something got my attention and woke me up. What I heard next left me with all smiles and baffled thoughts.  A 26 year old guy who was a software developer, homeless & jobless in California was found selling his resume on the roads to random people. If that would have been the case, it wo...

Your love can make her blossom like a flower again. Don't​ procastinate to show your love before it's too late....... Mother ! A small word , but a huge world altogether. Stories have been made, articles have been published, poets have crafted beautiful poems, yet there is always much to add. But why celebrate one day as "Mother's Day" when we can do it each single day!! Why do we need a fancy Facebook or an Instagram post to show the depth of our love to the people when otherwise we don't even bother to ask her a glass of water. Aren't the stretch marks on her stomach enough to prove the level of excruciating pain she has gone through to bring us to life. Aren't her wrinkles smiling on the fact that she has been serving the family with the selfless love yet no one stops to bother. Aren't you able to see her grey hair which she now tends to hide under the hair colour to prove that even the brutal age can't recede her love and car...