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Life is a roller-coaster ride. There are days when we are on cloud nine and there are days when we feel down for no rhyme or reason. It’s a mixed bag of emotions considering what all happens around us on a daily basis. Still, we must try to stay positive - by concentrating on goodness and channelising our energies towards fruitful activities. I do that, it’s like my go-to bag for surviving stress that comes with our fast paced lives. These are the things I do to change my perspective from good to better and trust me, it changes the way I see the world. A long walk with music on Music is a therapy and so is a long solitary walk, at least for me . It recharges me. During my long walks, I sort out my feelings and untangle actual concerns from useless affairs. Once the baggage is sorted, I see a clear picture sans prejudice. It helps me to concentrate on worthy affairs that ensures progress. And once anyone is onto something productive, he or she worries less and enjoys more. Don’...

Do you feel bad after fighting with me? Like a corner of your heart is sad Like you are just drifting in daily chores Like all the good just turned bad In those hapless moments Amidst emotional deluge strong I unweave our conversations Reckoning what exactly is wrong I rearrange happy memories Aligning it to love and care Smiling intermittently with moist eyes In those moments of total despair I skim through years And one thing always stands out You've always sprinkled cheer To my phases of drought To my rain, my sunshine My warmth and cool breeze Inseparable we are Don't ever fight with me please Image Source - Here

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Once upon a time, not so far away. There was a little girl, who always wanted to play. She knew nothing of this world so rough. Chased butterflies, she had too much love. If there was ever a problem, she ran to her mother. Who would solve everything magically one after another. There were a thousand things both mother-daughter did. Played carom, snakes-n-ladders and took many trips. As the girl grew, she made notes of all things nice. Little treasures of her wonderland - her mother's love and sacrifice. They had the most fun anyone could ever seek, Her mother made new-new games week after week. If it was ' Name Your Favorite Jungle Friends' one day, 'Spelling Competition' dominated another. Happily playing, laughing and learning, Girl had beautiful memories with her mother. There was one game though, little girl most dread. She kept counting on her fingers and in her head. She would make excuses of the length of a fable. When...

The longest relationship I have ever had outside my family is with books. A book lover can definitely understand the depth of this statement. A book is not a couple of hundred pages sewn together. It is a magical spell that transports us to another world - full of hope, wisdom and it holds million promises. Before my marriage, I had my own mini library. When I last counted I had close to 500 books - fiction, drama, poetry, bestsellers and all prints of my favorite authors. After marriage, my lifestyle changed. We are a nomadic couple, we move every year or year and a half. Earlier, moving took a toll on my reading habits. With every move, I had to giveaway my precious collection, but not anymore. All thanks to wonderful e-books! Now I’ve even started building my own virtual library. Here’s a look into my library - I buy a book at Delhi Airport and read it during my extended halt at London. Depending upon the weather, I switch between books, courtesy the virtual library I ...

Dear Husband, Here's simple math, Read it with utter devotion. There's foundation, concealer, blusher, face powder, And these are totally different from body lotion. It's an endless list, Only for face you see. And I apply the bare minimum, The precise count is three. First goes the face cream, Followed by some circular movement of fingers on cheeks. Different strokes depending on age and skin type, Trust me, it's a fine technique. It's either kohl or mascara next, To dress my gorgeous eyes. Remember that very place, Where the whole universe lies. The last step of course is, A gentle application of lip gloss my love, And even for this bare minimum, Two minutes are never enough. Next time if you'll shout, I will hand over your dream wife to you. A packet of instant noodles, Cooked under minutes two. Your wife, not some fast food. P. S. - Jo do minute mein taiyaar ho jaye, usey biwi nahin, noodles kahtey...