You can’t trust a girl who does not have girlfriends – Anonymous

Well I don’t know about trust. It’s relative. My version is on a different tangent:

You can’t afford to be Weird and Mental without them!

I am an introvert if you have heard about me!

I am polite and sober if you are a colleague!

But guys I am a crack mind if you ask any of the three.

Yes.. I got 3 of them, My Girlfriends!

We met at a place, one should never miss. It’s hell scary at first but soon becomes your home and stays with you Forever and ever.

Hostel It is and life was simple back there as I realise now after 7 years!

Pizzza was a luxury so the movies in theatre were. Sleeping together after a horror show was a must and settling out the finances was a daily affair.

Secret planningS, cooking , fighting , studying , and all those meaningless convos. I certainly have a bag full of memories.

This write-up is dedicated to three who made my stay memorable. Many others were part of the journey but as rightly said not everything stands the test of time..

What I have today is their friendship.

Yah we guys don’t talk everyday.

We are forced grown up and responsible for growing other lives as well.

We are separated by timezones and continents.

But what remains is the priceless memories.

3 complete years that we spent together .. Slept , cried and ate together..

Fought for each other, cared like dear mother and teased like a big brother.

But what remains is the longing to be mental again.

To act childish ,to behave stupidly and to be pampered again.

But what remains is the love, warmth and understanding.

That we know we are there for each other.

That even though we are not present at right occasions, our good wishes are.

But what remains is us and our next Gen to listen to our stories. 😉


Love you guys . Thanks for spoiling me the most 😜


Part of me..

I was not sure about having you. Though he was..

I was going through a lot, yes he pampered me all along..

Missed my freedom and worried a lot, mom always stood by me like a rock.

Darling of my parents and love of his life,I got all help by my side

And then, one fine day , bored of dark may be..

You came.

Your arrival was smooth, to my surprise. Gosh, I just won the battle of my life.

Got a new title, I laughed at it, I felt short of the required skills.

Smiled along but scared inside, how am I going to keep you alright.?

Got you in my arms and hold you tight, had my first sleepless night.

Watching you sleep, you caught my eye, I am your mother my son and I will always keep you in my sight.

A part of my heart was no longer mine, it skipped a beat every time you cried .

First night with you changed my life,oh my dear I am no longer mine.

Two years and we grew along, you as my boy and I as a mother.

This phase ,my son is most precious, as I shall remember always and you will never.

As I play with you I make a call, I will love you my mumma till my fall.

Stepping into your shoes, I now know it all. Your well being is ma, all I want.

All definitions of love makes complete sense to me.

coz if this is not love then I am sure , it doesn’t exist.

#life #love #motherhood

Paint it all..


Life is a canvas

For you are the painter

No you don’t need to be a pro

Painting you need not know.

It’s not about the colors you take

But all about the choices you make.

No matter , it’s going to be beautiful

Just don’t regret and paint it all.

Live your life and don’t just exist

God is always holding your wrist.

Take risk , Life comes with expiry.

Just let things go, When someone is sorry.

In a dream

It’s a starry night with no other light

I am lying with my eyes wide open, beholding the sky and appreciating the creator.

I should sleep as it’s school in the morning but I got plans.

I can’t sleep, no bugs are there.

I can’t sleep, Neither it’s hot nor cold..

I can’t sleep coz I am in a dream.

Dreams are free..

Escape velocity is on my mind as I boarded the jet.

There’s a smile on my face as an angel watched me all packed.

I can see home now. Beneath me is a sight of gold.

But why am I crying down there lying on the floor.

Dreams are free and I am living the dream of my life.

I looked no down and made my way, my destination dear is farthest away.

I checked the jet, found books to my surprise.

Read calculus and physics to get the rates and miles.

My mind calculating and navigating the jet. I got too much work coz it’s no play to fly the jet.

Got my coffee flying across the jet,

With one eye on fuel and one on pluto , I got it all.

Excited and scared to see an asteroid. I moved my jet to avoid the turmoil.

Closed my eyes as it crossed us this close, sweat drained me as I watched it go.

A cool breeze knocked at my ear.

I opened my eyes and things were clear.

I sat down in fuss beside my mother.

And smiled at the sky for the fun we shared.

Packed my stuff and jumped into bed.

Coz tomorrow is a new day and I got plans.


You are a Silent performer.

So this is case study of an employee who works for a MNC. Let’s call this employee Mr. SP.

Mr. SP is punctual , honest , knowledge giver and know very well what is required out of him/her at work.

In fact he or she seems to be an ideal employee. He learns , implements, does not create a dependency , write few emails..

He also does not publicize his work with a notion that he is getting paid for it only so why broadcast the accomplishment.

He is always the first one called for a problem. He is a solver.

He becomes content when work is done and some challenge is completed.

Other folks around him takes his help and send emails conforming their work. He feels content about helping others

Then there comes a day when a town hall happens. Everyone respects him and share a good laugh.

To his surprise, other folks get appreciations and rewards while his name comes usually in thankyou speeches!

He still carry a smile the whole evening but deep inside something strucks.

Gradually, negativity start spreading inside him. He still do his work with utmost honesty but becomes negative.

He starts believing that he is the only person who do the work and never get appreciated.

Other folks around him also notice his aggressive behaviour at times but his manager trust him coz he is valuable.

He thinks about changing his job and move to a place where his work is appreciated.

But good work and friends keep him there.

Then one day his manager calls him.

Mr SP as his usual nature do not share any concern and talks about work.

His manager senses his discontent.

And say:

SP, you are a Silent performer.

His friends till date call him SP sahib. 😉

My question is he is surely a performer but why silent?

And no, hyping the things is not a solution but expressing your view and concern is necessary.

Many of us can relate to this. We don’t like certain things but choose to remain silent .

We sometimes see the world under Rosy glasses and choose to ignore the complexity by SILENCE.

#speakup coz you deserve it.