Bio.Fiction

Seen and unreplied messages suck more energy. And more or less we all are familiar with this. Those blue ticks on your screen make you feel helpless, and you start to question yourself. Am I worthy in their life? Am I important even? What wrong I did? And many more.  The problem is expectations. We expect a lot from the person to whom we are typing. Sometimes we expect the answers also. No mood lover answer makes us lose our temper. We get angry. We don't talk to that person. Sometimes we don't answer them just to show that we are angry, and the irony which use to happen is that person was completely unaware of our thoughts and our anger. All those incidents lead to the loss of our mental health. It has nothing to do with the other person.  Getting angry doesn't mean you are applying that tool to others, it simply means you are digging a well for yourself by knowing that only you can fall. How foolish! Do your job 1)Do whatever you control. Like if you want to type, go ahea...

The present is the best gift anyone can open anytime.                         Image Pinterest In the present situation, we are dealing with two incidents. One, which we have already lived and the second one, which we all are not living properly. I am talking about the past and the present. Past Work is already done and now left with experiences and memories. So the situation is, it's not existing but it is carrying lots of power and energy to pull the person from the present to the past. Reasons for this Unresolved past So many incidents that had happened in the past are not resolved yet, and they have immense power to keep anyone in the past.  We barely talk about those incidents which heart us just because we do not want to put it in front and find the solution. Not talking, and not resolving the past is not the solution.  Many of the times we go in A mind fight means we fight and we had arguments i...

Mood  Pronounced as mu:d is a noun which means  a temporary state of mind or feeling Let  me tell you it's something like a pendulum When you think that I am moving through west and not going to turn towards the east  Suddenly you get zest and,  changes your direction It's like the weather. Sun in the morning And rain waiting in the afternoon No matter how beautifully You are defining It will always be there to  Bother you

Everything is going well simultaneously with COVID- 19. I am used to now, and its a new normal for me. My college promoted, my classes are going through LEARNING MANAGEMENT SYSTEM(LMS). This system is better as we are getting notifications of the classes on our mail, and we can also check the whole schedule, we can go through the class lectures as many times as we want. Everything is managed well.  There are 25 crore students out of the school due to this COVID-19. ( According to The Hindu). Not everyone is getting their regular classes and most of them are facing some network issues, so even at this time, I am grateful that I have asses to a good internet connection and our college is conducting online classes so our study does not hamper.  New technology has some issue also For students This is for the very first time I have completely switched to the online system. So spending lots of time on the screen is a worry. An online study network is never gonna replace the peaceful...

गुस्से की पोटली रात को बांध के सोई थी, जो सुबह मेरे हि सिरहाने रखा मिला। पर कुछ बदला सा था। रात को जो मैने पोटली मे बांधा था उसमे तपीश ज्यादा थी, जो सुबह कम हो गई थी। मैने सोचा थोडी आंच पे सेक दुंगी तो बिल्कुल सही हो जायेगा। एकदम तुरंत असर करेगा। आंच मे सेकते सेकते मन दिमागी लडाई करने लगा उस शक्स से जिसके लिए ये पोटली तैयार हो रही थी।  उसके सवाल मैने पूछे जवाब भी मैने दिये। फिर से एक सवाल फिर से आग उगलता एक जवाब। ये शिलशिला चलता रहा। दिमागी लड़ाई के बाद असल मे मै लड़ने के लिए तैयार थी।  उन सारे अस्त्र शस्त्र का क्या फायदा जब युद्ध भूमि ही ना मिले? मै सवालो के इन्तजार मे बैठी रही। मन मे सारे जवाब तैयार थे। दिन ढलता जा रहा था और पोटली कि आंच मुझे जलाये जा रही थी।  न जाने कब वो तपीश कम होती गई। मैने अपने आप को  रोता हुआ पाया। आसूं बंद नहीं हो रहे थे, और उनकी रफ्तार इतनी ज्यादा नहीं थी कि उसमें गुस्से की पोटली बह जाये।  सूरज सो चुका था। तारें जवान हो रहे थे।  पोटली वाले गुस्से को मैं आटे मे गुथ के रोटियां सेंक रही थी। Holding on to  anger  is like grasp...

Twirling under the sunlight I came to know that sky is  So beautiful but, wait  Do I know the limit? Do I know how to reach the clouds? That's the ultimate boundary Isn't it? In the hope of flying higher and quickly I rushed towards the cloud in the rain  rains are ready to bombard me  With their pointed droplets. And they have become more powerful In the company of winds I sailed and reached my goal to my limit But, again I found a nonending sky above me. Do I know the limit? Do I know the boundary?

I was sitting with my brother and we were watching तुम्हारी सुलु. He said he is a good writer also (pointing towards the actor). I was like who?  He replied- Manav Kaul I was like he is Manav Kaul? (completely shocked)  The situation was I know Manav Kaul, who is a writer of तुम्हारे बारे मे, बहुत दूर कितना दूर होता है,  rather than an actor.  He suggested me to watch the  Music teacher,  and I watched it the same day. The movie is based on Shimla. The place where mountains talk to the sky and rain follows their conversation.  The movie is not alien at all. This is very similar to our life. The life in which they're always going a tussle between the carrier and love life.  In our early days, we use to run around the perfect life. A life in which we aspire to full fill our every single wish at the cost of departure of our love.  Guilt is the heaviest thing on this planet, and the movie shows it perfectly. The past is not waiting fo...

जब सूरज सर पे हो और धर मे एकदम सन्नाटा छाया हो तो दोपहर काटनी पड़ती है। वो दोपहर एकदम अकेला होता है, और उससे भी अकेले हम होते हैं। दिन मे भी बहुत से shades होते है। सुबह एकदम शांत समुंद्र के जैसी ना जाने कितने राज छुपाये आती है। जब दिन चड़ना शुरू होता है तो सुबह की मासूमियत कहीं गुम हो जाती हैं। और रात हमेशा नसे मे आती है। सूरज को भागने की जल्दी होती है भी कि नहींं, ये कहना मुश्किल है। उन्हें दोपहर में गुस्सा बहुत आता होगा तभी मुहाने पे बैठ के उबलते रहते है, और ऊसकी धीमी आंच मे हम पकते है।  दोपहर कि सन्नाटे के साथ बहुत अच्छी दोस्ती है। ये अभी अभी कि दोस्ती है नहीं जो एक हवा के झोंके से टूट जाये ये दोस्ती बहुत पुरानी जान पड़ती है जिसमें कभी कभी अनबन हो सकती है पर life time का breakup नहीं हो सकता।  दोपहरी के बहुत सारे राज है जो वो किसी को बताती नहीं वो बस इन्तजार कर रही हैं कि कोई उसके राज बिना बोले पढ़ जाये, वो मुहावरे कहे और कोई उसे एक वाक्य समझे। पर दोपहरी को ये नहीं पता कि इन्तजार दो धारी तलवार होती हैं।

                        Image -Gizmodo तुम्हें बारिश क्यूँ नहीं पसंद है? लड़की ने रुआंसा मुंह बनाते हुए पूछा। बस ऐसे ही ये क्या बात हुई? अरे, अब नहीं पसंद तो क्या करूँ। बारिश सबसे खूबसूरत चीज है। बूंदें कितना कुछ कहती हैं। हँसती हैंं, खेलतीं हैं, गातीं हैं, गुनगुनातीं हैं। पता नहीं तुम कब समझोगे? बिजली कड़कने कि आवाज आई और तभी लाईट चली गईं। वो बारिश में बाहें फैलाये भिग रहा था। हवा डायरी के पन्ने पलट रही थी।