The Active Blogger Award

This is my first ever nomination and as you can probably guess it’s a huge deal for me. I spend a considerable amount of time reading blogs, and so to earn any kind of recognition for my contribution to this community makes me incredibly happy.

I would like to thank Yuvi’s Buzz for nominating me for this beautiful award. She writes amazing poetry, short series and does beautiful paintings. Do check out her wonderful blog.

As the name says, it is a recognition for the most active bloggers. (I won’t say that I’m much active but I’ll try more in the coming days.)

    Rules for this award:

  1. Post it on your blog.
  2. Thank and link the one who nominated you.
  3. Nominate other bloggers.

    Nominees :

    I nominate these fellow bloggers for the Active Award.
    1. Ankit Mishra
    2. rekhasahay
    3. Phoenix With A Pen
    4. Awesomengers
    5. Storie Cantabile
    6. Ink Spatters Brought To Life…
    7. ForgivingConnects

    Have a great day everyone! Love to hear your comments!


Middle school fallacy

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“Middle school is kind of like Middle-earth. It’s a magical journey filled with elves, dwarves, hobbits, queens, kings, and a few corrupt wizards. Word to the wise: pick your travelling companions well. Ones with the courage and moral fiber to persevere. Ones who wield their lip gloss like magic wands when confronted with danger. This way, when you pass through the congested hallways rife with pernicious diversion, you achieve your desired destination—or at least your next class”, says  Kimberly Dana

For many boys, middle school becomes a pressure cooker filled with power struggles, conflicting impulses, physical growth and strong emotions.

At the same time, middle-school boys develop deep and close friendships, separating from their families and forming their own rewarding social universes.

This story is about Bronx, a middle school boy.
His eyes are like seashells; they seem as if there was something alive in them before, only now they’re all hollow.
He never thought he would feel the kind of loneliness that makes his heart ache. But he did.

He was told that middle school was supposed to be the happiest years of his life but it turned out to be the darkest times of his life.

He had a large group of friends until middle school, where a whole new phase of his life started.

He was really eager to make new friends but keep his old ones too.

But in a matter of weeks, his former best friend was spreading rumors about him, having her friends pass him notes saying they hated him.

Finally, after a few months he spoke about it with his friends and figured it out.
But it was pretty weird for a long time.

He didn’t go out much on weekends ‘cause he was terrified of people.

During the day he was the outgoing jock and the one whom other students came to for help. But he had sleepless nights.

Some days his mom kept asking him what was wrong.

It took everything in him to fight back the tears and put on a strong image that he was okay.

For some reason, he didn’t feel comfortable sharing about his fears and anxieties.

Desperately wanting to be loved,

Desperately hoping,

Desperately praying,

Even silently watching,

Thinking that some day he would be loved.

He locked his heart in a cage and swallowed the keys.

He made himself a slave to love for the things he want.

And ruined himself.

And all for that one thing that appealed to him,

That horrid middle school fallacy.

One day..

One thing I can promise you, you will look for her in the people you love.
One day she’ll be the one not answering your calls,
one day she’ll just scroll down your post and status because they’ll not matter then or maybe she doesn’t even have to do that because you’ll be on her block list.
You’ll search for her hand whenever you feel lost.
You’ll miss her voice when you badly want someone to listen to you.

One day you’ll miss her, her texts, her attention, her efforts, the way she apologized after every fight even if it was not her mistake because for her there was no point in winning an argument over you.
You will miss how she cared, her love because it’s rare what she had offered you.
There are a lot of people like you and the day you’ll meet another you, you’ll want her the same way she did.

One day you’ll hear songs that will make you miss her and you will change it as fast as possible.
You’ll regret everything and you’d wish you could apologize.
And she’ll not be there looking at her phone screen for hours and hours, waiting for your one text to fix everything.

All you need to know about emotions!


Emotion is that complex psychological state which includes intuitiveness, love, hate, anger, jealousy and probably a million more. This is indigenous and unique to the complex beings or the human beings. But what is so complex about an emotion? Does the existence of emotions in human beings make us so “complete, yet complex”? How vulnerable can these emotions be? So, how do we begin our journey of exploring the universe of emotions? By finding out the answers to these questions, maybe!
How would I define “emotion”? Simple! Emotion is like driving a car, it’s all in your control. It’s your choice to take either a left or a right, to speed up or to drive it like it were a turtle. Similarly, handling emotions is in your hands, it is you who choose to either stay happy or sad, to fall in love or to burn someone in your heart…

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I walk with you

The sky began to shine with the stars
When you began to glint in me like the moon
I stay close to you like this
That I become your felling
Beloved come I’ll live in every breath of you.
You set like evening Sun
You rise like the morning Sun
In your shadow,
I walk with you.

For you have begun to look good to me

The beautiful beginning of love has started.
My world, my dreams have begun to shape.
For you have begun to look good to me,
The destinations are new as well as the paths.
It seems we are leaving the ground and flying toward the in sky,
For you have begun to look good to me,
What the secrets of life has been revealed.
Oh, what the secrets of life is has been revealed,
Our heart’s mirror has been washed over with happiness.
For you have begun to look good to me,
These meetings are not thought nor planned, never
Yes, this is not something in a anyone’s control, never
God wanted it, so these hearts have met,
For you have begun to look good to me.
The beautiful beginning of love has occurred.
My world, my dreams have begun to shape,
For you have begun to look good to me.
The destinations are new as well as the paths,
It seems we are leaving the ground and flying toward the in sky.
For you have begun to look good to me.
For you have begun to look good to me.



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