articles, short stories

What’s my story?

​“What’s my story?” I happened to ask myself one afternoon when I had few seconds to stretch my sore muscles between the therapy sessions lined up for the day. “Is it what you pretend to the world or what lies beneath your scared and healed skin?” My mind questioned me. I was suddenly confused about the real story, The Real Story of My Life? The one which is hidden perfectly within the wide smiles and or the one which no body will dare to understand. “What is my story?” I am still struggling to analyze. He was the most beautiful mistake I had made in my life. Yeah, we were fools to breakup after 8 years of relationship and 13 years of friendship which was nurtured with childhood stupidity, passionate love and consistent care and support for each other. But as many great love stories end, even our ended. After all those years of memories, even hatred turned into sweet, innocent emotions. And now when I think of our relationship, of course I think of him every single day though, it was the happiest days of my life. Small things we shared then, feel like a volcanic pleasure now. It gives a euphoric and balanced peace for my mind and soul. I happened to be a good daughter in the eyes of society and my parents but constantly lying about my veiled life as they won’t accept the concept I was born with. They won’t understand as they never felt that way. I don’t blame them. I smile. I am trying to be a good physical therapist, caring and trying to add, whatever little or big things to restore their health to the best I can but the artist in me sometimes demands to paint, carves to write a small piece of story or few lines to inspire the world around. Lastly, I am trying to make myself fall in love again with anyone or someone who will care and love me and my family but my soul and body still pleads to love him again, give us a chance again. It gets difficult sometimes maybe because I have never fallen out of his love; he was always there, in me, in my prayers and my dreams. “So what is my real story? And who is the real me?” The one which I am portraying to be in this judgmental world or the one which I am carrying inside me, hiding and living at the same time. It’s complicated and complex, we struggle and fight to be what the world want us to be and hunger after the one we could have been easily without any pain, what we actually are. It’s controversial but I think, “At the end, this is how life is. This is what life is.” And we all have those two lives and the two worlds, the one we desire and the one we are struggling in. The one we are controlling and the one which sets us free. The one which is consciously planned and the one which is subconsciously created with the experiences and emotions. So like me, we all need to change our story! Find the real story. The real self as this life is beautiful and living real will make it happier and easy to live in. Analyze your story and once found, never let it go. Live the real you.

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Power of Writing.

Writing is “A form of expression of emotions, experiences and life in the form of words put together to inspire others life.” according to me.

   –WRITTING n its various forms, its definitions to individual levels.

It is different for different individuals. For me writing is life or others it might to hobby or part time work, a job or a solicitation.


 Importance of writing.
1. Stores your thoughts
2. Organization of your feelings in a coherent manner.
3.unpuzzles the ideals and get it sorted.
— can be done by daily dairies, journal or in notebook.
— if not publicly then write to self at least.
— it’s important.
— it’s okay if nobody reads what’s you write, write for self.
1.self-esteem and self expression.
2.don’t be judgemental for self.
3. Let your heart do the writing.

WRITING FORMS AND TYPES: writing/ self dairy.
2. Introspective/ extrospective.
3. In journals or newspapers.
4. Articles for magazines.
5. Social sites like blogging n etc.


REAL POWER BEHIND WRITING: of views and thoughts of you and the virtual world.
2. You don’t have to fear to express as they won’t judge you bt can guide you.
3. When you write about your fears- you are directly letting know that you are not the only one facing it alone.
4. When you write about facing difficulty and obstacles- your giving someone hope to face the same.
5. Inspiring the virtual stranger by tour life experiences through writing.

“I believe we all are born as writers in our life… Just need to open up.”

1. Speaking to another consciousness.
2. Creates a mind body soul connection.
3. Memory retailer.
4. Like a alarm- things to do.
5. Post it and add creativity to life.

READ— TO WRITE. —important.
“Writing helps to become a better reader and reading helps to become a better writer”.


List of task can be done:


Things: pencil, paper, crayons, notebooks etc.

To do: ask them to write a short memorable incidence of their life. Try to make it creative, using these stuffs.


Things: same as above.

To do: ask them to make a card or note for their loved ones. Add few words, quotes to express, short verses form books, dialogue form movies, make it attractive.
They will appreciate it.
You will express your emotions easily.


Things: a dairy or notebook or journal.

To do: note down all the ups and downs of your life, all the events whether of success or failure. note it down. It helps to guide your progress and keeps you motivated.


1/4th of my professional learning.

It’s around 2 pm, no lectures still decided. Still there prevails a huge suspense of where and who’s taking our next lecture. Each and everyone busy with the leisure time in anticipating plenty of important works like few group of girls discussing the latest gossips they might have came across, few girls playing Antakshari and singing all aloud together, few of them posing for their best ever click on the white dust wall as their background. From the sight of the door in the corridor, outside the class room, the only group of boys playing football and their dashes and kicks can be felt in the class within.

The weather was damp as it raining outside and spreading a chilled atmosphere inside. The breeze flying from one rusted wide window across the others gushing the rain water in. I stood near the window silently observing each one of them. Smiling and capturing each and every moment in my eyes so that it stays forever. I knew it’s not permanent, as nothing stays permanent. “Change is the law of nature”, as we all know. Still we all were busy collecting all the memories we can, so that it can be remembered off, laugh out and can be cherished later.

Many things have been changed. Friends changed. Friendships changed. Groups got separated and new group was formed. New friends were made. New liking and new thoughts rose. Many words changed its meaning with time. I was totally engulfed by the changing environment and nature of the peoples. From home to hostel, from family to hostel mates, from the home town to the place still unknown to me. And you know what; “I was totally unaware of the impact of these changes on me…like they were also changing me. Changes were for good or bad, still not known by me. Only one thing I recognized, these changes made me grow independent.”

That day passed and along with it many moments too. Happy moments, sad instants, there were moments when I learnt, there were moments which made me go still, few moments just got transferred in my long term memory and few were just ignored off.


The senior’s fear,                                                                                                  

It all made our friendship dear,

Laughter’s were shared,

Then we turned one… we were no more scared.

Fresher’s day or let it be the friendship day,

The enjoyment we gained, will never fray.

Trips anxiety and the fest weekdays funs,

All those days gone and will never come.

Memories that we made,

I know each one will never let it fade.



Encouraging… each other when needed,

May their be issues many or their be grouping,

 The bond shared amongst us will never be drooping.


The year of enjoyment and fun ended with upcoming modules and exams. All started preparing with a swift gesture and here the competition began. The competition was not for good grades but indeed it was for the survival in the first year. One by one each module ended and with it the preliminary exam. Before the finals could set in, few friends just got left out in the race to succeed the first step. This time all were tensed, anxious and worried. They were tensed about themselves, they were anxious about their marks and they were worried about their friends too. These were the same classmate, few months ago, were happy, tension free and had no fear to be left out. But these exams are a part of our life’s exam. We had to step ahead leaving few behind. If you are pushed back than it’s only because your place is giving to someone else who is more capable for it. Here, each term is a competition, if you are the best and you survive. You struggle, you achieve. And if along with it, luck is in your fate… than no one can beat you to be ahead.


After few months of struggle, finally results were out. It was around 11pm, I was at home lying down chatting on What’s app and a ring. I opened the group, there is an image. As it got downloaded, it stated, “Candidate having seat number mentioned course wise who appeared in the BPTH(part 1) examination under this university held in july,2013 are hereby passed.”

“Ohh God…!!!! Please Please save me.”, was the only thing my lips said and my eyes moved below searching my seat number. First row…not found. Second row…not found. Heartbeat increased to its peak level. Eyes scrolled over other rows and then finally on the seventh row, third number it said, “71049”. I couldn’t believe and checked it twice and then called my friend to confirm and “Thank god” my heart said at once. As even with lot of preparations made for exam, I had committed lot of mistakes in paper. I surely felt that my luck factor has somehow helped me out to get into the list. As thanksgiving was done, I jumped off the bed and called dad and mum with happiness. Finally I did it. I am cleared. I am passed.


1/4th of my journey to be a professional was cleared. Along with me, indeed my entire friends got cleared and many of my mates. All once again were happy and celebrated their victory by sharing it with others. We stayed supporting with the ones who had just missed to appear in the list and encouraged them to get it done in the next.


This way a level ended and we were moved on to the next level in the game of life. Again the same sequence was ready to welcome us. But this time we knew the game and the level of difficulty, so we were prepared mentally to face off each situation coming along the way. This time it’s just a faceoff with life and its challenges.


Let it be darkened around,

I will burn to lit up,

Rocks to block the path I walk,

I will learn to fly up.

Now no fear can engulf me,

Since all got lost with time,

Now no stress can bother me,

Facing life with smile is no crime.

 justz 059

categorized, LOVE

Valentine special!!!

What does love really mean?















Wikipedia define Love as an emotion of a strong affection and personal attachment

Love is also said to be a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection —”the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another”

I searched and surf all over the available sites. I also goggled it. But I could not get a well setup definition of love.


  • For every person, the word “love” defines it accordingly.

This is not a one-line answer, so please allow me some space.
It is also not complete either.
There are many different kinds of love of course.
The love you have for your best friend is supposed to be different from the love you have for your wife.
For this answer, I will focus more on the romantic relationship, because that is where most people are looking for answers.
Unfortunately for people who have not accepted it yet, love is a verb.
It is the hardcore, difficult, loving things you do (patience, kindness, listening, helping, compassion etc. ) for the people around you on a completely unconditional basis.
You practice it at your home, at work, while walking past people in the street.
Love is colorblind.
Love is not about buying someone flowers, nice presents or charming him or her.
That is courtship.
Now, focusing on a relationship (with your wife for example), you should swallow the fact that a relationship comes from one side only.
YOU are responsible for practicing love without expecting anything back.
Accept that you cannot change the other one, only yourself.
In cultures where people marry to others chosen by their parents (and I am specifically referring to those cultures where a woman is not seen as a possession, a workhorse, an attachment for the husbands ego, or whatever), these principles are practiced and those marriages work.
In our culture where we have the luxury of choosing our own life partners, you do have a choice to marry someone who practices love.
However, if you knew before that you partner is a selfish, irresponsible person and you choose to marry him anyway, you are still responsible to keep on loving him or her until death.
The nice thing is that you have enough time to evaluate your partner open minded after the courtship and in love stages of the relationship are over (That first intense burning, characterized when you meet someone and the sparks fly.
You cannot make a decision of living together forever if you are still in those first stages.
The problem is that most people are so brainwashed by TV, thinking that good sex, money and looks does it all and that there is somehow a way to bypass the hard work of loving.
Most people today are not in touch with themselves any more.
People are empty and confused.
Their personalities are a function of the clothes they wear, the cars they are driving and the houses they are living in.
They think that what they can show to the world, reflects their personality.
They listen to music all day to kill their inner voice.















For me, love was when

At the age of 8, I saw you, met you…

And the small sweet story began.

We fought, talked and played the day long,

Don’t forget the moment of happiness shared.

At the age of 9, the friendship grew with the days ran…

We used be together and became close friends.

Laughing, fooling, the day passed,

Along with your company I started living my life.

At the age of 10, I felt for you…

So as I came closer with your thoughts.

Going tuition with you and comings back along,

All became a routine as the life moved on.

At the age of 11, we shared a time of enjoyment…

Where everyday’s panipuri would add the taste of joy.

Dairy milk, Kitkat where all shared amongst us,

But even thought the meetha taste never gone.

At the age of 12, many up and downs came…

We almost got separated and departed there and there.

But friendship’s strong bond made us come together again,

Tuition changed but we were still together there.

At the age of 13, we got many friends…

People came, became friends and then went away,

But couldn’t move are friendship by any instance.

Our friendship grew with each and every thing happened.

At the age of 14, we again went far…

A year later the friendship had taken its new turn.

From buddies, I felt more for you,

And when you realized the same thing, our love story begins.

At the age of 15, things all together changed…

We got separated from friends as we spent time together alone.

The morning cycling and then evening ride,

With the sun’s rise and fall, our heart turned solitary along.

At the age of 16, love grew deep…

With the trust and care you showed, all in all changed me.

I became all yours and you grew in me,

With little bit of fights, our love broke a little margin.

At the age of 17, you showed me the world…

New places and cities, all showed me a new earth.

Beaches, parks, sunsets and sunrise

Malls, monuments all you showed with your hands in mine.

At the age of 18, many new things turned….

New thoughts and minds, with new people all around.

Arguments and anger and misunderstanding continued,

Which used to end before had taken roots now.

And slowly even with lots of tries,

The pages of love came to an end…

and I learn that nothing in this world is constant except our love.

love is never fake or it hurts us but its the changed lover and his/her act hurts us!!!

I still believe in love and still madly in love with him.

hope even he realize it soon…













  • Things were changed and I realized the fact,

the cruel truth of “love”

“Love the person without limits but the same person will always keep you to his limits as he wants.”

“Make the person you love, your heartbeats but the same person will try to be your breath and will control you accordingly”

“When he is happy, he will provide you with wings to fly but when he is upset, he will tie your wing with his words.”

“He/she really loves you, its not false. But the rules of his/her life will always come first…..even before your deepest love”

“Thousands of times he/she’ll tell you ‘I love you’, but the time you really want, he/she will not understand”

‘Life is happiest when he/she is with you but it will not take a second to change if you hurt him/her even at once.”














A kind request to all on this valentine’s day!!!

People have forgotten the meaning of love,

It’s just become a word used in order to make one fashionable and popular.

Love has being declined and hidden in all walk of the present life, from the past true love.

People’s lust- they call it love.

People’s attraction- they call it love.

People’s possessiveness- they call it love.

If any person is making him or her smile- they call it love.

But what does love actually mean?????????

Do you all know and can tell me???????

Where is the care for each others feelings?

Where is the respect for one’s thought?

Where is the sweet and naughty stuff people used to do to make their loved one smile?

People are just getting immersed in this fake world, just getting lost in the unreal life around…

Even if one try to be actual and real to her or him self, he will never will as the people and society will never let that happen…

Why do people just don’t act real to at least themselves….?

Guys please just get real and what you are actually, never try to change.

Not for anyone you love or care for…that will be termed as Actual love– love truly done from heart.

Don’t let the word “love” be ashamed in its own way!!!

Just open up and love your loved one as you are and let them feel that they are special.

Just think about it, you can save many loved relationship on this Valentine’s Day…







Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you…

“Spread love and be loved”