Marveling the simple pleasures
Tag: indianwriting
This Love
We do not belong to one another,
Love has no possession.
We are not in love,
For love is not a cage.
We are not two halves,
For love makes us whole.
We see one another’s imperfections,
Love is not blind.
Yet my love is your salvation,
And yours is mine,
Instead of open wounds,
We bare silvery scars,
Healed by acceptance and nurture.
This love we share,
It heals us both,
Granting the strength for us to be,
Who we were born to be.
Do what you love, love what you do 💞
Pursuing hobbies and passions for their own sake can be deeply fulfilling. Not everything needs to be turned into a business or monetized. Enjoying and continuing with something you love be it knitting, dancing, writing, sketching, or gaming, can bring joy, relaxation, and personal satisfaction, regardless of its commercial success.
Sending pink flowers and pink love your way. Happy day! 🌸🩷
Ever Forward
Life is like a moving bus:
Keep going; there will be several stops along the journey.
It’s okay to pause, take a break, reflect.
Just don’t linger too long;
Shift gears, accelerate, and keep moving
Ever forward,
Advancing and progressing!
Sometimes, Just Drift Along
Jane handed me a piece of paper and said, “These just came in! I printed them out for you, can you please fetch these from the shelves?”
“Sure!” I replied and went hunting for The Four Winds, The Last Thing He Told Me, and The Paper Palace from the new books section.
When you are working at the library, you need to be quick and always on your feet. Working at a library has been a childhood dream for me, a dream job! Imagine being surrounded by books all the time, can a job get better than this? I was overwhelmed with joy when they told me I was selected for the position of Circulation Assistant/Shelver. It’s been three weeks now and it’s also the last day of my training. Most importantly it’s payday and I am eagerly waiting to be paid. After all, money isn’t insignificant.
Continue reading “Sometimes, Just Drift Along”🌊
Gloomy, dreamy eyes will you deep dive into its ocean of uncertainty or stay safe ashore?
#8 A Watch from the Past
Day 8 Inktober : Watch
Anything that’s vintage always comes with it’s own unique charm and attraction. Every vintage item can reveal many interesting and mysterious stories. Not because we share memories with them but because they look so extravagant and elegant. It feels like they have a character and history despite the imperfections.
It was almost like the sepia filter was turned on,
On the old forgotten roads.
Not a soul to be seen on the muddy streets.
He rode a bicycle and sang songs from the 80s.
He hurried home,
Saw his little daughter waiting for him at the porch.
They went inside hand-in-hand,
And found awaiting –
A bowl of hot rice
Steaming hot sambar
& crunchy papadam
That made his belly rumble and grumble with joy.
He sat down immediately to eat,
From the kitchen came his wife shouting,
“Wash your hands before you eat!”
All of a sudden, he woke up from his sleep.
Found beside him a white lady in green.
He wondered to himself,
“Which one of this is a dream?”
8-Word Stories #30
It sounds crazy yet she named him Jalfrezi.
8-Word Stories #22
Nothing to ask but, how’re you feeling today?
Nuraine Sadaf 