3 day quote challenge; Day 3

So I was confused how to put forward this and yet make myself clear and hence I decided to turn it into a one liner and also a quote. My message is same in both of them and now it’s on you how you take it.

  • She was scared of going out after dark; the reason was “dogs”.
  • “Don’t be afraid of going out after the dark because of the dogs, they aren’t going to get extinct overnight.”

3 day quote challenge

Day 1;


Mr Puneet nominates me once again for a different purpose though. He is one big loveaholic and writes beautifully and emotional tales. Check out his writing at 187puneet.wordpress.com

Note: If you are reading this you are nominated but feel free to accept or decline this quote challenge.

My quotes on Love:

“It is not only “his heart” that you can reach through stomach; it could be hers too.”

“Love or lust, you ought to know the difference.”


Okay, so it’s been less than a month of my blogging days, or what is called blogosphere and I have earned 100+ followers and I cannot express how happy I am. I least expected this to happen; at least not so soon.

A big and heartiest thank you to all my followers, readers and people who comment and like my posts. I can’t thank you all enough. It takes time and patience for everyone to read these posts and I thank you for doing that.


Well, for a change I’d like to know you all and make myself known. So if you are reading this then tell me below one fact about yourself and ask me one question if you want to.



Daily Prompt: Hike

via Daily Prompt: Hike

She entered her home feeling un-homely. She almost slapped her handbag on the table along with her keys and made herself a cup of coffee instead of making some dinner. In an hour she had checked her emails, messages, tumbler updates, snapchat pictures and every possible social media and then she had nothing to do.

She wondered who should she go celebrate her office pay hike with? Her parents lived in an absolute another country and all her friends were certainly busy on a week day.

she ate cup a noodles and went off to sleep with a cell phone beside her which was ordered to wake her up again at 7 o’ in the morning for her work at the new office.

PS: What is money if you don’t have any one to share your happiness and sorrows with?


Challenge Accepted..!!

I see a girl standing erect, head high, hair open, long and roughly combed.  She has gripped her sides of the dress tightly, way too tightly. Her toes are clinching the floor, scratching it. Her hair hides the corner of her face.


She is fair, a small mark on her right cheek, though not visible. But her fair skin is turning pink and slowly red; red with anger, red with rage.

She has a fluffy and sharp eyebrow. Just as it was suppose to be, giving her eyes a beautiful and lustrous look. Her eyes, big and wide, hazel brown in color; cute yet cunning, bold yet beautiful, shy yet audacious, talkative and yet tight lipped.

Her eyes speak a lot; tells me about her anger, about her grief. Slowly her eyes too have only one color and that is red. I see controlled tears in her eyes now.

She is a very strong girl. Despite everything she has tried to control her tears. But now they need to come out. Only then can she restart everything. She does not wipe, even a drop of tear, does not even utter a word, the only thing she does is grips onto her dress as if she augments strength from it.

There is no consolation to her. She does not even want anyone. There are three quarters of people in her life. One, that will not understand her. Two, with whom she cannot share everything, and three, with whom she wants to share everything but they are unavailable for her.

It has been an hour, but she is in the same position, upright, rigid, crying, but still silent. Tears are still rolling down her cheeks, but her mind is still wandering about the day’s tragedy, the insult, the talk, the challenge by her own people. She has become as rebellious as the sea. She will not calm down unless and until she proves herself and wins the accepted challenge, answers for her insult and has her own say.

She will not calm down now. I still see her in the mirror. I know mirror always reflects perfectly. Mirror makes no mistakes. She is rigid and rebellious, firm and forceful, stubborn and self willed. She will win the challenge.

But still she is crying. Tears have not stopped. But she is firm in her decisions. She is unmoved.

PS: Is it so much of a trouble for men/society to respect women?

Cogito Ergo Sum. ["I think Therefore I am"]

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