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Here's what I learned in 7 years of blogging

7 years ago I started my blog. And I entered the magical world of writing. I was living in the Boston suburbs. After finishing my work and household chores, I still had some spare time. I remember the exact moment I clicked the 'B' icon on Google and I created a Blogger account. I knew only two Bloggers that time - Amitabh Bachchan and Lisa Ray. I had no idea what it takes to be an accomplished blogger, but I was excited to be a part of a community which is independent and expresses its views without any inhibition. I must say, it has been an amazing journey only because I have learned so much. I started by writing poetry, then I started writing articles and now I can write anything. Professionally, I am a content writer for a couple of websites. I ghostwrite for two more agencies based out of North America. I write sponsored articles on my blog. I tweet, post Facebook statutes, answer Quora questions, and mention brands on Instagram for money. Brands even consult me for s

We only love once. Ours was rough and bold.

We smoked like a chimney, We drank like a drain. We were often too filthy, Too fucked up to admit our pain. We looked at tall city scrappers, Wished we could own one. With sorrow and passion running through our veins, We were better lovers than anyone. We ran the marathon half, We couldn’t finish it though. Between the fights we had, Love somehow outgrew. Then life struck us, We started counting pennies and dimes. We started having what all others had, But we stopped being fine. There my love, I lost you on a rainy night. You moved out of the house silently, Without any fight. We lost each other, Most importantly, we lost the spark. Despite the glitz of dollars, Life was albeit dark. It was the end of our love story, It died a silent death. We never crossed paths after that, But we were in each other's eternal debt. We only love once, Ours was rough and bold. In the age of one-night stands, We were old school gold.

Rewind - December 2020

2020 is over - finally. And this year has taught us a lot. One of the learnings of this year - I have to write every day for my sanity. And hopefully, in 2021, I will. This is what I wrote in December 2020: Date Content 12/07/2020 मेहनत कीजिए हाथ पे हाथ रख के बैठने से हाथों की लकीरें नहीं बदलती 12/09/2020 र रात सोने से पहले तुझे याद करना ये इश्क़ कम इबादत ज़्यादा लगती है 12/12/2020 उसके कहने पे सिगरेट छोड़ दी जब उसने छोड़ दिया तो बचे हुए लाइटर से उसके ख़त जलाता हूँ तिल-तिल खुद मर रहा हूँ पर चिता इश्क़ की सुलगाता हूँ 12/15/2020 मैं, तुम और थोड़ी खामोशी शाम बिताने के लिए और क्या चाहिए? 12/17/2020 She has fought enough demons Lived in hell for far too long To be scared by men around her 12/19/2020 आज भी जब कोई घर का पता पूछता है  ज़ुबान पे तेरा ही नाम आता है 12/24/2020 आँखें नम होने पे ख़ुश हो जाती हूँ चलो आज भी कुछ एहसास बाक़ी है मुझमें 12/26/2020 Some people don’t say ‘I love you’ out loud. They share the last bite of food with you. Wait for you patiently outside your office as you fini

Rewind - November 2020

2020 is almost over and what a year it has been! It has taught me to be kind, compassionate and keep it slow. As Bhawana, my friend and sister-in-law says, 'Life is not a race. It's a marathon.' So we all need to keep our energies and sanity alive to make it that far. I am not writing a lot these days. Certainly sharing far less. But I am enjoying it. There is no point doing something for the heck of it! Do it when you enjoy it. I wrote the following in November. Date Content 11/02/2020 My words are scotch - bitter with an aftertaste of honey. 11/03/2020 काली स्याही सी रातें सर्द बर्फ़ीले से दिन बस कुछ ऐसी है ज़िंदगी तेरे बिन  11/11/2020 शिकायतें आज भी तुमसे उतनी ही  हैं बस बोलने का हक़ खो बैठें है  शिकायतें अपनों से होती है ग़ैरों से क्या मलाल करें जिनसे दिल नहीं मिलते उनसे क्या सवाल करें 11/12/2020 Fuck being a princess - let’s rule the world like a warrior. 11/15/2020 रोज़ काटते है लोग दिन यहाँ ज़िन्दगी तो बस कोई कोई जीता है 11/23/2020 हम इश्क़ करें और चर्चे ना हो  ऐसा ग

Rewind - October 2020

I took a break from social media in October. It was therapeutic. I have realized I can't be a part of a race. And social media does look like one. I know what makes me happy. And I want to do all those things. Writing makes me happy. Posting all my writings on social media is irrelevant to it. Unlike everyone around me who wants to have a house by a certain date, have kids before 35, have a European vacation once a year, I don't have time-bound goals. I want to write books, travel the world, write songs, get my career back on track but I will not lose my sanity over it. I will work. If I will achieve my goals, good. If not, I still want to enjoy the process. On that note, I wrote the following in October. Date Content 10/03/2020 At the end of the evening, your cologne on my neck smells like poetry. 10/04/2020 सारी शाम यही सोचती रही, कि कभी तुम मेरे बारे में भी सोचते हो क्या? 10/05/2020 रोज़ जलती है लाखों चिताएँ यहाँ अंदर ही अंदर जब लोग घुट-घुट कर मरते हैं अफ़सोस हैसियत की बात व

Rewind - September 2020

2020 is a year like no other. It has changed the way we lived. I read an article in the morning. It said we will not get the life we had in January back. I think the article was published on CNN. It was difficult to accept. The point is - this agony doesn't come with a timeline. We don't know when will we come out of it? Isolation and lack of freedom are taking a toll on people's emotional health. It's very surprising that I have reclaimed myself this year. Even though my life is far from normal. I have understood and accepted - life is not a race. Happiness and peace of mind are the most valued things in the universe. I think I have matured 10 years in one year. Good, bad or worse - 2020 has made me a better person. I hope, one day when I will read this blog entry, I will feel proud of the journey I had this year. On the writing front, I have written the following: Date Content 09/01/2020 जाते हुए इक माचिस की डिबिया दे जाते  आग लगानी थी बचे हुए अरमानों को  09/04/2020 ख

Rewind - August 2020

August was a very good month. There was a lot I learned from personal experience which I will imbibe in the journey to be a better human being. I also realized the importance of a healthy enviornment. Cutting ties with toxic people and places has been the greatest learning of August. On the writing front, or, writing-for-pleasure front, I wrote the following: Date Content 08/01/2020 जिस दिन से तुम मिले हो  कमबख़्त रातें कटती ही नहीं  Jis din se tum mile ho Kambakhat raatein katti hi nahi 08/06/2020 कुछ किस्से नए से हुए  पुरानी यादों को ताज़ा करके  Ishq kahan samajh aayega un logo ko Jo sirf jism dekhte hai इश्क़ कहाँ समझ आएगा उन लोगों को  जो सिर्फ जिस्म देखते है  08/12/2020 इंटरनेट पे बोलने वाले भी कमाल करते हैं  बिना कुछ जाने चरित्र पे सवाल करते है Internet pe bolne wale bhi kamaal karte hain Bina kuch jaane charitr pe sawaal karte hai 08/14/2020 हे रब कुछ उल्टा हो जाए लोगों के मुँह बंद हो पर दिल खुल जाए He rab Kuch ulta ho jaaye Logon ke munh band ho Par dil khul jaaye 08/16/2020 काफ

Lambi Judai by Vandana Srinivasan - A Song For Your Parched Soul

Pick your smartphone. Open YouTube. Search Vandana Srinivasan . Tap 'Lambi Judai' from the search result. Keep your phone on a flat surface and be prepared to dive into an ocean of melody. The song starts and the soul-stirring voice of the singer sends shivers down the spine. If art is meant to touch your soul, her rendition will leave for soul hungry for more. I, for one, wept. I wept for almost an hour. The song played on a loop in the background. My body and soul felt light as I was shedding one more tear. I never knew I had those many suppressed and pent-up emotions inside me. Vandana was singing - I was unburdening my soul at her feet. It was cathartic. It was meditative. It was something I never experienced in my life before. Though I listen to at least 50 songs in a day. The song is about memories, separation and love. We have thousands, if not millions, songs on these themes. In fact, this song is a cover. Call me biased, this cover is better than original. The credit