WODW: I Write

I have two blogs,
One which I write personal experiences and is shared on Facebook, Twitter & all over the social media

The other blog is this one - I write on prompts mostly, & m prompt ideas generally come out of emotions & expeiences

All in all, My writing process, which I prefer to call "Writing Style"

Actually, I have made a flow chart of it

This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret

WODW: He makes me Smile

I live in India. here the concept arranged marriages are very common.

When my parents started looking for a groom for me, I was 21
Then all I looked was for hot looks - nothing else, his character, his family, his education nothing mattered

Then I grew up, at 24
All I wanted was, him to be rich - average looking, but rich - again education, family, nature nothing mattered

Then a grew up a bit more - I was 29
I realized, I want a man who can talk, who can communicate and who has a sense of humor.
I man who can keep me smiling all my life.
A man with good sense of humor , is popular, well loved and well read.
So, education part is taken care of, good education guarantee a good future.

I realized looks fade away, money can be earned, but a person who can talk, make you smile & care about that smile on your face is the person to be with, totally makes life worth living.

This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret

WODW: Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

He hugged me today. He cried for long on my shoulder. He mumbled some words of love, hoping to get back. The break up was hard on him.
It looked like he was really in love.
The man I am crazy about, the man who was my best friend, the man who promised forever.
That man cried, on my shoulder for the girl he loved.



Dear Diary,

 I went through three worst feelings today.

One realizing that I am the person who is a crying shoulder for everyone without having a crying shoulder for myself
Two is going through that bad feeling when the person you love, cries for the person they love on your lap
Three being, I might look strong outside, so I am taken for granted to be strong forever.
Won't anyone realize that behind this strong woman, there is a little girl craving for a hug, some care, a kiss, a lot of love?

Dear Diary,

I am in the park & I see a couple holding hands. I look away, not because I hate lovers. I looked away because I had tears in my eyes. I thought about him & I know he is not mine.

Dear Diary,
I am not sure, If I have to wait for him or forget him.
both seem to be painful.

Dear Diary,
Thank you for being with me, when I needed someone to pur my lonely heart out to.
XOXO
Stupid Girl

This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret

WODW: Walking Away

I leave the world behind ,and walk the path unexplored
Is there heaven or is there  hell?

Will this be better than the life I lived or will this be bad?

I walk in this path, Wishing someone would call for me
I walk in this path, Realizing there is no one who would look out for me

This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret

WODW: She goes

She is going, to the place where her love lives

After a heart break, she is going to take this dive

No one stop her, for she goes

After all her life's highs and lows

Though she tries but she can't hide all her joy inside

Keeping her fears aside 

She can't wait to reveal

Showing the world how she feels

This time feels so right

There will be no more lonely nights

Beautiful days are here to stay

There will be smiles everyday

She is going to the other side of town

Leaving back, all the tears & frown

In my heart there is pain

Why? I can't explain

Maybe I have loved her too

Now there is nothing I can do

She is going, her love's way

Giving me a Goodbye wave

The worst pain that she gave

\My fault that i let her go away

This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret 

WODW & FSF: Breakfast

With this word, i am reminded what my Grampa used to say

"Never ever start work or make any decisions before a hearty breakfast"

"You no have breakfast, You no shit"

"You no shit, shit goes to head and you make shitty decisions"

So yeah, it ends up being the most important meal of the day


This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret 

This post is written for Five Sentence Fiction - Breakfast

WODW: Pain

I am not going to think when I write this story. Actually, this story doesn't need any thinking. Its my story. It's what I went through and it has made me what I am today.

In 2006, I met with a semi fatal road accident. I badly crushed my right hand under the wheels of a carrier truck.
I was in the hospital, for 8 months and went through 19 surgeries for this, and I went through gazillion physiotherapy's for 3 years.

In the mean time, I went through an emotional turmoil, on the verge of breaking down and committing suicide because I had an irreparable scar on my hand.
I lost many friends, my boyfriend broke up with me.
A lot of money went into my treatment, so we had a bad financial phase.
All that unbearable physical pain after every surgery
I lost 2 years of my college.

What I learnt?
I learnt that, a scar or not I am beautiful the way I am
The people who accept me the way I am are my friends, a man who accepts me with my flaws is the man I would want to be with
Money comes and goes, i can earn it again, a little cutting down here and there and, life is good
I may have completed my education late, but I am talented and I have proved i to people who demeaned me, that I am nothing but the best
Pain is temporary. Its there to remind me that I am not weak.


Today, when i look back, I realize that this accident has made me a very strong woman inside, nothing can break me easily.

I realized,

Pain was just God's way of melting my weakness away

This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret 

WODW: 5 Most Uncomfortable Moments in my Life

I can list down 5 things that make me most uncomfortable

My husband's ex to start with, I hate to see that bi***h's message on his phone, I get so "this" *that unexplainable feeling* when he goes with his group of friends and she is there.
I hate her comments on my husband's picture on Facebook.
She might be totally harmless, but anything she does makes me uncomfortable. Period

People are tired they sleep in buses, or any public transports, I agree
But, sleeping and falling on my shoulder when they sit next to you. No ways!Uggghh!

People at work standing behind me seeing what is open on my monitor or shuffling papers on my desk or checking out my mails. Some things are personal. Bug Off!

In a group of friends, one couple in the same group, are all coo-chi-cooing and baby talking each other. Heylow! We know you are head-over-tails in love but keep it to yourself Eh!.

Wailing kids in airplanes and movie theaters. I am here to forget all my stresses and enjoy a movie, I DO NOT want a wailing kid on my hair.


This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret - 

WODW: Singer

I always wanted to play a piano in some restaurant  in Italy, singing romantic Italian songs. 

One evening I was really sad for some reason and I thought I should sing a song to myself.

I started with the only Italian song I know, I put in my headphones and started to sing along with it. I know I wasn't loud, but I don't know why the cops came at my door and asked "Has someone been stabbed in the house?"

I was like "What? Why?"

The cop said "We just heard some agonizing screams from your house"

I said "No sir,. I was singing"

Cop "Next time you try anything of that sort, I am going to get you arrested"

"If not me, someone will shoot you for sure"

That's the day I realized why my mother never got me a piano or allowed me to sing in the bathroom

This post is written for -Write or Die Wednesdays  by Mia of The Chronicles of Chaos and Vashelle of Shelly’s Cabaret -