What do you see?

I see warmth. Joy. Light and happiness. I can feel possitive vibes. Coziness of a country home, the bonding of the family.

Love of members for each other. The relations well kept and trust preserved. All thing good I can see in this picture.

I can go on writing about it but at a point I have to stop, so, why not now without destroying the feeling with lots of words, which t a point do loose their meaning and are mere blabber.

Keep it alive.

Chincholi, Ooty of Telangana

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This morning, we took a drive to the Chincholi wildlife sanctuary area, which is about 2 hours from Hyderabad in the border region of Telangana State and Karnataka State. Apparently, this region is called as Ooty of Telangana. Name ‘Ooty of Telangana” is a misnomer, as the place is actually in the state of Karnataka

Thanks to awesome weather, the region looked extra awesome this morning. Loved the overcast weather, and passing clouds which are about to shower any moment. There are tons of small roads to drive amidst the fields of all types of plantations in the regions, which gives a feeling of a Konaseema.

We trekked to the bottom of the forest region which gave access to the backwaters of Chandrampally Dam and also stopped briefly at mini waterfalls in the Gottamgutta village.

The entire TS state is super green, and a great time for a weekend drive…

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How does coincidence works?

Has anyone ever figured out how the coincidences work? Ever?

I mean many times I’ve witnessed coincidental events but instead of understanding the occurrence I was awestrucked. I would like to quote today’s incident. My son was watching YouTube when all of a sudden he selected to play a video, which had the title’ has a ghost appeared in your dreams, ever?’

At the same time, while going through my emails, title of an email caught my attention. It read, ‘Do ghosts try to communicate through dreams?’ Some of you may question, ‘so what’s the big deal? It does happens. ‘ But it is some sort of indication or is it? Because few days ago I had witnessed two people sitting on a chair placed in my bedroom. Though it was during night, yet I swear, it was not a dream. My eyes were open and I tried to adjust my vision but was not successful. And I struggled to shout but my voice was strangled l, at least I felt that way. Then atlast a small but deep sound escaped my throat. Then everything was back to normalcy.

Then yesterday when my daughter was watching YouTube, same video had appeared on her playlist and when she had tried to watch, it didn’t play. But today it did and created a coincidence with my email.

So, I can say that this topic is haunting me from last four days. But why? That is the point to ponder.

But with this another question is left unanswered, actually, the main question. Do ghosts aka spirits try to talk to us through dreams? And for doing so do they need to be related to us in one or the other way?

Irony of a religion.

Allah-hoo-Akbar, literally means only Allah is great. But what kind of greatness is this, which on being chanted radiates only hatred and scatters blood. In name of greatness only destruction is done. The so called peacefull community, with one hand murders others and with other they disrespect mothers, sisters and even their own wives.

Which religion preaches to clear off the earth of its population on not following its teachings and not accepting it’s God? Strange!

Who were they?

Suddenly she opened her eyes. Everything was as normal as it could be. In the faded beam of light coming from the window, where she had moved the curtains a bit, she saw someone covered in mud sitting on the chair placed opposite her bed.

She was shocked and tried to settle her vision but could not make out. The person was just staring strangely. She tried to shout but to her dismay, her voice was choked. Nothing came out.

She even tried to get up but her folded hands refused to open up. How hard she may try, but her body didn’t respond the way she wanted.

To her surprise, the person on the chair vanished and a small boy of Ten or Twelve, sat in his place with same grimace. At this moment a muffled but heavy sound escaped her throat.

Her husband pulled her into his arms and comforted her. That night she could not sleep again. There was only one thought in her mind, could it be true, that the spirits do dwell along with alive people and make their appearences sometimes to make their presence known. Or of it true, that an empty chair is not actually empty, in the night or spirits really do look at you while you are asleep and sometimes peep into your dreams?

Finally, I made upto it.

I have to thank all of you a lot and again thank you a lot. Why? Because with your love and support I have made to this stage.

I have got 500 friends and well wishers today. All of them who believed in me, supported me, and above all guided me.

When in 2016, I started, I wrote for venting, after that it became a support system to fight my inner devils, then sometime later it became ranting and now I am trying to live my dream of being a writer, blogger and learner of the skill through it. In all the stages, your love and wishes have supported me along the journey.

Hope you continue to be around and support me to grow.

Standard

High standards of beauty industry have gone beyond realistic measures. The ‘zero’ figure lable has taken the society in a tight grip that it is near to impossible to come out of it.

The girls in today’s generation have taken it to the heart and it’s not their fault alone but as a society, we are equally responsible for the deteriorating health condition of young girls.

The beauty industry has set such unrealistic standards that are not achievable by every one. Moreover, the girls are expected to follow the trend from the early ages. Not all, but majority of families do want their girls to be more attractive than their relatives’ or friends’ daughters. Specially, this mentality is observed in the upper middle and middle class families.

The result is nothing but negative in any case. Either the girls suffer from eating disorders or depression, anxiety and other mental issues. These problems give rise to many health issues.

I’ve seen couple of girls loosing their lives in the process. One of my classmate’s sister got divorced on the same issue. You know, what the reason was? The girl had dusky complexion. It hardly matters what complexion the husband was but he wanted a fair complexion, slim wife, to show off in his circle. This is not all, one girl in my aquaintance had to go through a big loss, she had a miscarriage. No, here no one else was responsible but herself or indirectly the beauty Standards set by the society.

Some days back, I was going through some random pictures, and believe me, some of those were not for sane mind. To achieve the figure, complexion height, skin, hair, eye color what not, they have gone under the knife. And one shocking piece of news I would like to share with you all, this standard now is not limited to girls alone but has gripped the young boys too.

Couple of months ago, me and my hubby were discussing some line to develop into a story when suddenly he saw a news scroll on his phone and was taken aback. He told me that a teen ager, not more that 17 years of age decided to undergo the knife to increase his height. The first sitting was over and second surgery was being planned, but before it could take place, the boy developed some infection, where bones in his legs were cut and extra bones were fitted, to increase his height.

What do you think, could have happened? The boy could not survive the night. Within a week from the surgery, all was over. A thriving life was sacrificed for the unrealistic beauty standards.

Such stories and images are disturbing. It’s hard to understand why this is so important and why do we run blindly behind such things.

My writing day so far

My all writing days have the same fate! Each day is pretty much the same. I have not written much.

As, I have already informed you all, long ago that I have been trying to write a memoir about my father. But what should I say about my pace. I am not an inch ahead from the point, I wrote last, a couple of months ago.

My emotions take over me and then comes a halt. Everytime, I beat myself to sit down and write, can’t write more than few words. How on earth, am I supposed to make any progress? Only thinking to complete my book can’t make me complete it, right? I understand to actually glue myself down to the seat of my chair and keep my fingers playing the the soothing music of tip-tap over the keyboard.

I don’t see it happening any of the day I decide to write. May be, I should switch to phone from laptop. But that is more hectic. There are many reasons behind that, too.