If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?
“I can’t” because I can.
That’s it.
It’s not everyday I get this feeling and that is why this is so special. I mean “I’m living my best life.” That’s it.
But isn’t home ever so dynamic? You take it with you.
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
It was an emotional moment for me when I left home for the first time. I didn’t know I would even shed a tear or two but surprisingly I did. I had to move out not because I had to join some college, 2000 km away from home. But because I had to grow up, and staying closer to home could only take me so far as a person.
No, I don’t mean to say home is not enough. I mean to say home is never enough to grow, to flourish, to thrive, to learn, to fly. You need to leave those four-walled concrete cages or in my case—a four-walled bamboo cage and the four people I thought were my entire world, to move out, to see the world for myself.
A world where the consequence of a single bad choice is much harsher than the mere beatings you got from your mother. Where life puts you on a pedestal but doesn’t provide the proper shoes to keep your feet from the pain that would last longer than you ever imagined. Where life actually begins to kick you to the curb.
And with all of this, you still cannot let a single sigh of yours affect the people you care for and love.
Yes, life begins when you move out. And it’s been one heck of a story for me to tell ever since that day.
Why do you blog?
To get things out of my head because sometimes it get too heavy. But now I’m enjoying it ♡
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
C’mon I’m too busy for this prompt🥴
A day of self Reflection.
How are you feeling right now?
I feel stupid for not appreciating people while I was still with them. Now as I’m looking back l see how badly & irrationally I acted & hurt some of the most important people in my life. And while they say they don’t mind because they understand why I behaved the way I behaved and that they know my heart past my overwhelming emotions and feelings. It will never hurt less knowing I could lose them if I keep acting this way.
And so, I sit here wondering how to love them the way they deserve it, which is obviously full of abundance and care♡
Your every bit matters.
The one thing I absolutely would keep on doing is ‘Giving it all.’
The dawn magic🪄
What’s your favorite time of day?
Mornings because aren’t they just miracles??
You wake up and you still live.You still have got another chance, another opportunity, another day to be with your favourite people, another day to live fully.
What’s your favorite recipe?
Anything my boyfriend make. He is a great cook💛
When was the last time you celebrated your small wins?
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
This might just sound so lame but hear me out.
Growing up, I always wanted to ride a bicycle. Our parents couldn’t afford one and it was fine for all of us. Walking was what we always did, no matter the distance. And also I thought it was something for the boys, I accepted it. But when I went to college, seeing the students juniors/seniors everyone owning a scooty/ bike gave me a cultural shock and literally every girl could ride scooty and it gave me the FOMO. But still I knew, I won’t be able to ride anyway so what’s the point of owning one, I thought.
But during my internship, walking back and forth from hostel to hospital, sometimes even twice or thrice a day was tiring for me esp at night and I couldn’t always rely on others and I’m someone who just couldn’t ask for help/lift so casually. So, I took a leap and bought an old scooty, determined to learn, I was quite confident at start but then fear crept in. I dreaded knowing I need to go for a morning practice I couldn’t sleep peacefully (blame the overthinking me). It became the biggest fear of my life at that time.I was so frustrated and ashamed I used to lie to my parents I’d already learned it but in reality I was always on the backseat.
I struggled with this fear for almost a year but what I didn’t know was that those tiny efforts even with shaky and sweaty hands and nervous filled heart, even when I thought I didn’t learn a thing and blamed myself for my cowardness. It was indeed changing something at a micro level.
Today after being graduated for over 6 months, I can confidently ride alone, even on heavy traffic days.
That feeling when I ride—freedom, excitement, pride—is so much sweeter now because of all those dreadful days. This has to be my greatest win this year followed by me graduating as a Doctor.
So yeah going for a ride alone everyday makes me excited like nothing I have ever done before.
The irony I still don’t know how to ride a bicycle.
Thanks for reading❤️
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