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SIMPLE CURE FOR RAT BITE

2026-03-01T07:49:00.000+00:00

Sometimes most unexpected things happen turning your world upside down. Who would've thought a rat would bite me one day - but yet, it did. And in most strangest of ways. It so happened, every couple of months I go to my native house. So, the house I currently live in is all locked up and bolted during that duration. In my many visits, I've discovered that rats and mice love living in my house, when i'm away. They also are surprised when they see me back. While they enjoy when I'm gone, same is not the case when I'm back. I use all kinds of baits and weapons to anihilate them for good. So far I've been successful using a combo of rat-cakes and rat glue boards. And this was when the mishap happened.

A rat ended up eating the cake and landed lazily in the glue trap that I had set up. It wasn't dead yet and was struggling to get off that pad. At that moment, just to prevent him, I struck another glue-pad over it. I know its cruel, but, its really a nuisance to have rats around. I so so wish they don't come, but, they do - so, I end up having to terminate them. Maybe, that day was my 'karma' day for having butchered so many rats. So, as I put the pad over him, my attention got diverted a bit; thats when I yelled out in pain. It had turned its head and punctured deep into my right hand's middle finger, behind the nail and the fleshy part ( two deep holes ). It was nearly stuck into my finger ( with its sharp teeth ) and I had difficulty shaking it off. I felt a very sharp piercing pain and blood came out oozing instantly. I let the blood flow a bit, before washing with dettol liquid. The pain was really stingy-kinda and bad - with my hand nearly shivering. I was told by my neighbour to get a tetanus shot. So evening, I got one. I never go to any doctors, but, it was several years since I had a tetanus shot, so, I decided to get it done. However, the doctor gave me a combination of few other medicines which I skipped. I didn't want to take anything orally - I'm petrified to take pills of any sort. The nurse put some ointment and dressed the wound saying it'll heal in a few days. But it didn't.

The finger pained so much that after few days I decided to remove the dressing myself. After I removed the bandage, the wound dried out - only, it didn't heal as I soon discovered. The outer skin had come back, but, inside the wound was still raw. I'd feel pain if my finger brushed against something or accidently got tapped. I didn't want to visit any doctor, but since the pain was persistant I went to a local nursing clinic. I asked the doctor there if she could prescribe any topical lotion or ointment. Instead, she started scribbing a list of medicines that I had to take orally. One antibiotic, another painkiller capsule along with a vitamin tablet. She told me to take the three together ( twice after meals every day ) and observe upto two-three days; then, continue for seven days if my condition improved. I was like, if conditions improved why I needed to continue it. She replied, that antibiotics had to be taken full course ( 7 days or 14 days ), else, the germs/bacteria could go rogue and multiply and attack more intensely. I heard enough for that day. I paid for the medicines and came back home. But, would I take them as instructed? Hell...no! There was certainly no way I was going to take any antibiotic - she said it'd heal the wound from within. I was not convinced. I heard all types of stories that anti-biotic damages the kidneys. So, it was time to get matters into my own hands eerrr...my finger in this case. I pushed away the medicines into some remote corner of my drawer.

I turned to my old friend 'dettol' instead. But this would not be an ordinary dettol wash. My wound was under the already dried skin. So I had to burn the skin to reach that infected area. It'd get messy. No, I'd not put my finger under the fire. Dettol would burn it. I used a stronger measure of dettol mixed with little water. Here the ration was almost 8:2, the dettol was that strong. And I started keeping my finger submerged in that liquid. Within few hours, I could see my skin scalding and shrinking at parts and the area was little open and sore. The dettol had reached those bacteria atlast. I dipped my finger few more times, till I was satisfied that the job was done. In two-three days, my finger was back to normal and new skin came in place of the damaged burnt skin. Till date, I have no pain in that finger anymore. Dettol, didn't fail me. And to think how that doctor had scared me to take those antibiotic and painkillers and stuff. So, glad, I listened to my own conscience. I felt like throwing those medicines at that doctor's face. Anyhow, I don't disrespect the medical fraternity. They are just not my thing and I hope to stay away from them forever. Maybe, someone else would've taken those medicines instead of being experimental like me. They are not wrong either. To each their own. I'm just glad, I avoided those medicines and healed myself with good ol' dettol.

Rats have those incissors that are ever growing, so, they have to keep chewing on things to control the growth. So, its not always for food that they chew, its something they have to keep doing - thus, they chew through everything - concrete, wires, pipes etc. Except hard metal, rats can chew almost anything. They end up destroying lots of things so an infestaion is scary, added to the various diseases they carry ( rat bite fever, plague etc ).

QUICK FIX FOR YOUR GREYS

2026-02-11T14:05:00.000+00:00

When we were young, when we spotted anyone with grey hair - it instantly meant that the person is a 'bujurg' or 'old'. Ignorant were we that even young people sometimes have grey hair - some even in their twenties. There could be multiple reasons for those greys and silvers in your head - health, disorders, genetic, age etc. We are paranoid to call them 'white' even, @duh! All is hunky dory until we start spotting them in our own heads. Then, all hell breaks loose. We panic! We try to remember all the grandma remedies we'd ignore grandly till now, try to rub furiously into our hair various and sometimes bizzare concoctions of beet-root juice, coffee, tea etc ( every fruit and vegetable that has a dark colour/pigment ), pulping and making a paste or hair-mask out of anything and everything almost, hoping the greys cannot be spotted. We search one youtube video after another - how to control, prevent, banish those annoying greys altogether for good. We are almost scared to look into the mirror without an urge to burst into tears like a child at our 'lost crowning glory' of those luscious blacks, only to be replaced by the depressing 'grey cloud' that sits on our head. Taking 'selfie' becomes a 'horror' unimaginable, we try to hide from even being spotted remotedly in the background of someone else's picture - for the fear of the greys being spotted. We start chewing curry leaves or some falana-dhimkana like a maniac, because, someone suggested so. But nothing works. We just can't fight nature. What has to happen will happen. Another grey pops out in our head in the mean time.

Recently, a socielite Shalini Passi of ( FLOBW fame ) in her late forties, claimed that she had only two ( yes, she counted ) strands of white hair. Smoke went out of my ears hearing that. NOOO! I wanted to scream. How can it be? She must surely be lying. No one can really get to the truth, unless, we start spying her vanity. So, what to do when grey hair comes knocking. And they will, whether you accept it or not. Thats the karma for enjoying black hair in your youth. Its time to face the action of having grey hair at old age. And I'm blabbering a lot, right? lol. Well, I'm spotting couple of them myself and I've tried every trick in the book to defeat them. But, nothing has worked so far. No amount of plucking out or colouring stops them from coming back. And with time, its spreading like an epidemic all over my head. What started as few strands are spreading into groups or new clumps. And, soon, I'll be an old woman with a head full grey hairs. Thats a future I'm destined to accept. And my dear fellow country men/women - it happens to everyone. So, try not to laugh - 'greys' gonna get you someday too. Watchout!

Okay, so since I've blurted out as much as I could - whats the quick fix really that the title of my post suggests? No, I'm not going to advise hair colours or henna which are the usual go-tos, I find them time-consuming, messy and also damaging to the scalp. Instead, I've found the really short-cut to hiding those greys. Yes, 'only hide' mind you. I'm not claiming to cure them. Even God can't. ERR...so! And it applies only to short hair or the 'new growths', if you've already got coloured hair - near the roots to be very specific. This is best fix, if you are in a hurry and donot have time for an elaborate hair colouring ritual. So, lets get on to it. Take your kajal pencil - any black or dark brown kajal. We women always have a kajal pencil with us, so, its a very handy tip...applied at short notice. Swatch it in your index finger ( or any finger you're comfortable with ), and just rub it in the greys. As simple as that. Swatch, rub...swatch rub. And, presto---- your greys get covered in a jiffy, within seconds. And the colour stays too, at least the whole day So, simple haan...try it! You can thank me later :-)

take kajal pencil, swatch on finger and rub in the greys - repeat, and be happy!

INDEBTED FOREVER

2026-01-28T13:37:00.000+00:00

Naina kept looking at the wall clock...it was normally not her habit to check the time every few minutes.

But, today was special...she had a huge surprise waiting for her mother.

She had baked a cake, the most colourful cake ever...for her mother, who'd return from work any moment.

The decorations were lovely and she was sure it'd make her mother proud and happy.

Her mother had no idea secretly Naina would eagerly learn cooking lessons; anything to be of use.

Indebted forever as she was - since her mother signed those adoption papers and brought her home.

❤❀❤This 100 word post is for friday fictioneers, SixSentence ( Image Copyright - © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields )

THE NEW EMPEROR OF THIS WORLD - TRUMP!

2026-01-27T10:38:00.010+00:00

Its 2026, and, we have a new emperor in town and no prizes for guessing - its Trump. 2025 had him keeping the whole world hostage and blackmailing them with tariffs et all; and in 2026, he went ahead a step further and started threatening and even captured presidents of other nations eg. Venezuela president Nicolas Maduro. And, as though tasting blood, he is after Greenland now which he wants to occupy even with force, if need be ( for its rare earth minerals and oil reserves ). And seeing what he just did with Venezuela, he might just take it ( i.e Greenland ) forcibly, even if that means the end of NATO ( of which US is the biggest contributor ). I personally wonder whats up with Trump thinking he and USA is superior over all other countries on this planet. He actually reminds me of a psycho-bully I personally know, who thrives making others uncomfortable even if it is not in any way actually benefitting them either. With Trump's capture of Maduro illegally, democracy has become a joke almost. For, he is now the dictator of this world. Its like everyone must obey or submit to Trump, else, anything can happen. No country's sovereignty is safe now. Trump, recently updated a photo with the terms 'Acting President of Venezuela' underneath it. He has even joked he'll appoint Marco Rubio as President of a 'free' Cuba. With him threatening all his immediate neighbours, as well as countries thousands of miles away - I'm wondering where we are headed. He is eyeing Greenland for national security, he says. What about national security of these countries? He doesn't care. And he might just grab it any time. With Iran too, he has similar plans; perhaps, not to conquer it ( Afghanistan/Iraq invasions by USA were a disaster, remember? ) - but, fuel the protests further until there's a total regime change and USA has a puppet at its helm. Its no longer about establishing democracy or human rights...its claimed as security threat and - boom, war planes drop in. Thats seem the new normal now. USA is just waiting for its moment to strike Iran. I want Iran to resist but at the same time want Iran islamist rulers to be decimated - they killed 36k+ protestors their own people in 2 days just because they wanted to live a more liberal lifestyle sans the burkha.

Every country has their flaws. Including USA. Aren't there poor, homeless and crimes and criminal gangs in USA too? That he blames its because of unchecked migrations etc other excuses is another thing. If he has captured Maduro, will the drugs problem ( which is quite rampant regarding 'fentanyl' ) get solved? Its quite a bigger nexus, that includes China, Mexico and Columbia etc with each playing a bigger role in it. Reason for capturing Venezuela's president is no doubt - OIL which Venezuela has largest reserves of in the world, and, of good quality too. And where there is oil, USA wants to somehow grab it. Also, with India, China buying from Venezuela, this recent act will have USA getting full control. He is also targetting Iran for the same purpose. Not for the iranian people, but the Oil that it has.

He has a chattis-ka-aakda with China too, as its the biggest economy after USA and world's biggest manufacturing hub - with USA itself dependent on it for almost all everyday goods it requires, but, dares not do much as China has more leverage against it ( which it recently displayed as well ); thus, Trump hunts the weaker nations to target China indirectly eg. screaming foul against Canada which signed deals with the Dragon. Canada, scarily, he calls it 51st state and the premier, as Governor - the audacity. It'd have been funny, if it wasn't as scary. Because, he may just do it, he's got his eyes on Canada as well. All this makes me wonder, if we are back in era of kings and emperors, because, Trump is definately acting like one. Its like if he is not served or pleased, horror awaits. And, he'll gonna punish all with tariffs. Tariffs is his weapon, that no matter what ~ its on tip of his lips - do this or tariff; do that or tariff. He is 79 years old. I wonder how many years he'll live. He needs to read up history. No ruler, dictator, king or whoever - nobody lives forever. So, he won't too. And, all empires crumble. USA will too. Thats how things happen. Nothing lasts forever on this planet. So, instead of picking fights with every nation, he needs to make policies that'll benefit all including USA. Because, whatever he is doing will certainly not make America Great Anytime Soon or Ever. - he'll go down in history as the most nut-job US president ever.

#NoKings err...Mister...
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HIS VOW

2026-01-18T15:31:00.002+00:00

It'd be night soon, so, Tatia had to decide fast if going all the way back to town to report to the authorities was a better choice or try rescue the children herself ~ which could be dangerous as well; but, she had to choose fast as every second made the situation trickier and just then, as she decided to report the situation ( i.e take option one ), a man entered the shed, weilding a gun in his hand - he seemed to be mumbling something at first, and then, his voice gradually grew louder and louder until he made a sudden shrilling 'vow' to finish them all and offer them to his ancient diety to get blessings for his community; and, it'd happen tonight at midnight, he vowed - it'd all be done ~ afterwhich, he gave a nasty glare to each of the trembling kids and left the shed, promising again, to see them later.

Tatia watched in horror at what unfolded, and, as he left she tried following him outside, but he seemed to have vanished into the thick woods totally unware of her presence; and she knew here was her only chance to save the kids, she just couldnot leave them behind, not after the sinister 'vow' she had just heard so she went back to the shed and decided to enter it this time...much to the children's surprise as their tired eyes widened at the new visitor - oh, she had to save them, and she'll do it fast come what may, Tatia thought.

'Dear kids,' she said softly, 'I'm here to rescue you, do as I ask and donot make any noise,' Tatia took the pocket knife the only tool she had and cut at the ropes that tied the children's wrists, each's - one by one; then, as the children pulled the tapes off their mouths frantically, she said, 'follow me, we have to move out of here fast, before that monster returns,' the children understood and the relief was clearly visible in their tear strained eyes...they were all very grateful and although exhausted after the ordeal they had gone through, they followed her instructions obediently.

After freeing them, Tatia guided them back the way she had come, and, they followed, Tatia's only hope now was to reach the town safely...it was already dark and they all had managed to get quite far away from the tower; but, with some sudden fireshots exploding in the air, they knew instantly that the abductor had come back and had found them missing - 'run', Tatia told the children, and they ran as fast they could down the hill, few fell but got up again, scratching against the wild bushes - but, none stopped - they ran and ran.

Tatia looked back to check if all were coming and no one was left behind, they were in real danger - for now... there were more fireshots, but these came from the opposite side as well along with sirens going off - police, Tatia couldnot believe it, but, yes, they were police sirens, someone had alerted the police it seems and they were patrolling the deserted area after all...and, with fire being shot they had leapt into action - but, Tatia and the children were all still in danger atleast till the police spotted them so she ushered the children behind some trees and decided to wait...all their hearts pounding in unison.

The gun battle lasted couple of hours into the night, until, to their horror and also relief the body of the abductor finally fell lifeless not far from where they were hiding - his body stuffed with bullets; and only then did Tatia and the children could come out of their hiding spot and run towards the police - finally safe ~ and days later, Tatia ultimately did get an award for her bravery in rescuing the kids from the town committee and became a youth icon too of sorts with all the children from the locality and beyond being her biggest fans.

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WE ARE ALL THE SAME!

2026-01-15T08:47:00.003+00:00

She loved God, but, she hated religion(s). God was personal, but, religion was so public; and, so divisive.

She hated these gatherings under elaborate domes where more than God, how to expand their faith was urgently discussed.

How to convert others into their faith, how to imperialize the world through sheer numbers - bigger the better, their ultimate aim.

She despised, how almost all religion's aim was only to prove theirs better than the other.

When will humanity realise, that, we are all the same ~ we feel same emotions, get same illnesses, have same red blood and skeletal bones. Sigh!

❤❀❤This 100 word post is for friday fictioneers ( Image Copyright - © Jennifer Pendergast )

START WHERE YOU ARE

2026-01-13T07:05:00.007+00:00

Start where you are - Where am I? I'm staring into my laptop that I just opened; sipping as usual, my morning cuppa coffee. My mind is rather blank ( as of now ) as in the mornings I'm still quite sleepy and very much, lazy. I've pulled my legs up in the chair, so rather sitting in a somewhat lotus position, with occasionally either of my knees folding up and resting my elbows on it as I type. What do I type though? I'm clueless. Its not everyday that I get a whole lot of ideas. Today specially. But, I worry not. Something will come, it always does.

Use what you have - I have my laptop and my fingers. Would the combination of the two create magic afterall? My laptop and my fingers had won me accolades a many in the past ~ with many creative literary cuisines we both prepared together; so, I might just get lucky once again. When my fingers play on the keyboard...something creative does come out in the end. So, all I have to do is use what I've got and try again, no matter how lazy or stripped of ideas I'm currently feeling.

Do what you can - Yea..I'm doing exactly that - penning down what exactly I'm thinking and going through at the moment. And, its a start I have done and slowly, my mind clears. With every sip I take of the coffee...I'm energised and the energy flow into my fingers too making them feel ever so vibrant and continue to type gleefully. I'm doing my favourite thing after all ~ 'writing'...and I'm lucky to be doing exactly that. Happy Writing to all!

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WITH FORCE

2026-01-09T12:58:00.005+00:00

Tatia hit the accelerator, the slope was vertical at almost sixty plus degrees and her scooty stubbornly refused to go any further, with its engine growling in agony every time she hit the accelerator until frustrated, she jumped off her seat and tried pushing the scooty herself up the hill with force, while the engine was still running - 'oh, come on, don't do this, we have to reach the top, don't fail me, not now', she pleaded as she wanted to get to the top anyhow, and, she dared not go walking the four miles to reach the tower, where she hoped to get some clues atleast of the missing children's puzzle somehow - the entire town was gripped with fear as more and more kids were disappearing every few days.

There had been extensive search but all seemed futile as the police and authorities still couldnot solve why the kids went missing...nobody left any clue or demands - so, the mystery only deepened, which somehow triggered the detective in Tatia to take matters into her own hands and try solve the mystery herself; she knew of the old abandoned tower in the hill at the outskirts of the town and thought it'd be a good place to search as she remembered a story her granny often told her while she was still a child.

Tatia's granny always used to tell her many night-time stories, but one particular always ended with a warning for it was of the abandoned tower at the hill on the outskirts of the town which she said was once ~ centuries ago ~ used by the native pagans as a sacrificial ground for young children which by doing so made them acquire mystical powers to achieve anything and defeat the enemies - nobody had searched that area yet, so, Tatia thought to herself to be the first one to get there and solve the mystery, and perhaps, get a reward or recognition later as the town's newest official detective - oh, how she'd love that.

But only if her scooty didn't act funny and decided to play games, she thought quite irritated; her scooty ~ usually her best companion, never failed as she zoomed around with it in the plains, but here on the hill, it had become unexpectedly cranky and unreliable, she switched it off and started again few times, and finally, it seemed to move a bit until it went dead altogether much to Tatia's disappointment leaving her with only two options ~ to give up accept defeat and head home or walk to the tower herself on foot - a scary thought but, she decided to go anyways...so, leaving the scooty under a tree, she set on foot, clutching a small pocket knife, her only defence.

Was she being stupid to be going up there all alone, her mind questioned many times, but Tatia shrugged the thoughts away - if she wanted to become a detective for real, she had to be brave and she'd complete the mission - to reach the abandoned tower and check for clues, her granny's stories still playing in her mind; and with every step she took, she felt that maybe the kids were indeed held there somewhere and the ancient practices was still going on - well, she had to find out, and so Tatia continued walking up the hill, not discouraged by its steepiness or how exhausted it made her feel until she could finally heave a sigh of relief when she could spot the tower appearing slowly before her eyes.

It was late noon but the thick foliage barely let any sun-light in so it was quite dark and Tatia decided to climb the tower's boundary wall that she saw ~ which was full of weeds and algae growth thus being quite slippery as well, but thankfully, broken at many places too - and so without much struggle she got to the other side slowly creeping around the tower until she saw a makeshift tarpaulin shed hidden right at its base which was quite surprising and that hinted someone lived there along with some faint muffled sounds coming from inside it too... hoping noone saw her, Tatia then tried peeking in through the material that was torn at places ... and, she saw the childen confirming all her doubts, almost twenty of them tied in a circle with their mouths gagged with tape - Tatia, knew at once, she had to report to the authorities asap...but, would she get out of there?

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WHAT LAY BENEATH

2026-01-09T08:45:00.002+00:00

'What's that Jiya?' Seeri asked excitedly, as she spotted an unusual looking construct at the back of Jiya's house. 'Is that a pond?'

'Yea, frozen now,' Jiya replied, somewhat hesitant... instead tried to divert Seeri's attention, 'See those mountains over there, we get great views from here.'

Seeri dragged her eyes from the strange looking pond and went over to where Jiya stood, her mind still lingering at the pond, why Jiya didn't want to speak much about it, she wondered.

Jiya, meanwhile, was glad she diverted Seeri's attention, she could not disclose what lay beneath - secret, only she knew.

❤❀❤This 100 word post is for friday fictioneers ( Image Copyright - © Sandra Crook )

FIREWORKS

2026-01-04T14:38:00.008+00:00

The honk in the lane would announce his arrival,
the blare of it, audible, across radius of the town,
I'd watch in anticipation from the veil of my curtain,
as with spunk and swag he'd reach her doorstep, without fail...

My heart would writhe in pain as everyday I'd watch this familiar scene,
in her gorgeous best, him, she'd always be accompaning,
the neighbourhood too used to the couple's grand exit and entry,
romance between the dashng duo, never missed by any...

No one knew or cared for the crush I had on him,
he, I doubt, even was aware of my very being,
never could I dare to go out and meet him,
not, with my very ugly face, and, my shrinking self-esteem...

Accepting my fate, I stood glued to my everyday spot,
behind the curtain as I helplessly watched,
but, to my surprise today he took a different turn, and stopped,
not at the gate opposite, but the driveway that instead led to my house...

I opened the door when the bell rang, and he stood outside,
my-oh-my speeachless I was, as his eyes implored mine,
'where were you all my life', his husky voice whispered,
pulling me towards him, as his warm lips brushed across mine...

Thousands of fireworks burst inside my mind,
dizzy and overwhelmed alas I got my charming prince, my shining knight,
when a loud horn startled and shook me out of what was a day-dream,
lasting barely few seconds, I was brought back to the earthly realm...

I was still at my usual spot, standing, behind the same curtain,
and I watched helplessly as they both drove off,
to watch the real fire-works of this New Year's night,
me, a non-existant entity, in their lives or in any of their plans..

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THE PERFECT JOB

2026-01-01T08:54:00.000+00:00

Lily could not have asked for a better job or a place to stay...her tiny office at the national park converted into a cosy place to sleep as well.

The most remotest job one could ask for, the park rarely had any visitors; but, Lily got her monthly salary which she was grateful for. She loved the quietness of it all.

With nature and solitude around, it was her little heaven.

Nothing would make her give it up...not after having lived in the city encountering frauds and treachery for decades.

Here, she was untouched by the mean world.

❤❀❤This 100 word post is for friday fictioneers ( Image Copyright - ©Lisa Fox )

NOT AN ECHO

2026-01-01T07:32:00.005+00:00

We were in such a place that I knew better than to struggle, for the woods behind our house were thick where not an echo or a sound could escape; and the hill ~ massive with no one around for miles, and the temple on other side of the hill was approachable from the other side only which was quite far and no one ventured this hill as it was rumoured to belong to ancient tribals who had protected and sealed it with chants; and hence, forbidden for new settlers like us, and we strictly adhered to the warning 'not to go into the woods or the hill ever' as it would unleash a bad omen, but, now as I watched my captor who brought me here, I wondered how this will all end...I just decided to play along and not risk my life for he did say he wanted to 'sacrifice' me ~ why, how...only he knew and I didn't want to prod.

He sat across me mumbling something to himself and I could only watch helplessly with my hands still tied behind my back and with me no longer struggling, he had loosened his grip allowing me to sit at some distance from him...what did he want and why was he acting this way I kept wondering, he was always strange and I was even warned when we had started going out for he was new in town and seemed reclusive which did attract me as I liked quiet characters and his reserved demeanour had attracted me and I found myself falling head long for him which he seemed to resist at first but slowly gave in and we ended up making out behind that very temple - my eyes widened at the memory, we had cycled through the other side of the hill...but, weirdly after that one incident he had grown more stranger and ultimately vanished from my life altogether leaving me more shocked than heart-broken, but eventually I came around, met other people and had kind of forgotten.

'Yes, it was easy for you to forget me, ' he seemed to be saying more to himself now as I looked at his sharp features that almost gleamed at the moon light, 'I was never accepted back and became impure forever, and you are responsible for it - only if I sacrifice you now, my sins will be washed off,' he finished angrily.

I watched in horror at what I was hearing my mind flying back to the time when he had shyly told me little about the cult he was following - which was an ancient cult belonging to the tribals and he had asked me to join him too, but I had refused as I didn't believe in such things...he never tried convincing after that as he was always guarded about it, 'I'll sacrifice you at the same place you made me impure, come you bitch,' he was saying and before I could react he had gotten on his feet and came forward grabbing at my arm and pulled me before pushing me through the woods again, 'at the witching hour,' he growled behind.

I walked in front, not sure if this night would have any favourable ending - he wanted to kill me so that he could become pure again and accepted back into his cult - what mess had I landed in, I thought to myself, and with what kind of psycho; I prayed in my mind fervently for help from the heavens because only God could save me now... and just then, a thought did strike me, if he intended killing me he'd take me to that very spot behind the temple, and there would hopefully be people there - atleast a couple even though it was late at night and maybe, I could struggle to escape then, so, for now I complied with his command and walked silently with him pushing me every now and then, and, poking at me roughly with his weapon - a knife, that he had slowly taken out.

The trees were a lot less dense near the temple and I knew we were getting closer as a small trail appeared ( in a somewhat clearer patch ) that would take us to the temple and join the bigger road further down and spotting the trail was like my hopes reviving I had a chance now, and with faint sounds of sirens and footsteps approaching was almost heaven sent, I could hear my mother's faint voice too calling out my name - and I was like... 'here...here...come here' and as though straight out of a movie scene I saw sleauths grabbing at my kidnapper from behind and knocking him down and I was free, running towards my mother whom I saw trying to climb the hill - she had heard my muffled pleas after all which she later confirmed, how she had seen me being dragged out of the house that had her alerting the cops who eventually surrounded the entire hill and set trap.

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THE YEAR THAT WAS, GOODBYE 2025, WELCOME 2026, THE YEAR THAT WILL BE

2025-12-31T14:41:00.007+00:00

Ahoy...I blinked, and, the year was already over. Wasn't 2025 something exactly like that for all of us? No doubt it was action packed ( in the literal sense ) with so many wars going on simultaneously, and with a certain nobel 'peace' prize winner-wannabe claiming to have stopped them all too ( whoa )...while threatening to annex Greenland or declare Canada as its 51st state, dropping bombs in Iran and Venezuela ( such peace prize worthy aspirations and actions, these ...the year indeed went faster than a bullet train.

Back in May, when we had the Operation Sindoor going on, patriotism was at its peak...but towards the year end all Indians seemed to have crossed borders and landed in Pakistan to make 'spy in Pakistan' reels. And these reels, btw, had them all making silly mistakes so much so that all ended up getting caught. Sigh...so much for winning wars, all reel indian spys were getting shot left, right and center. Adding salt to already injured sensibilies we then had everyone and their entire khandaans doing the celebratory Rahman Dacait dance moves ( yea, the one featuring Akshaye Khanna thanks to Dhurandhar movie ), one was thus left to wonder which side of the border we were in. I have not seen the movie, so, I'm not sure exactly what I shoud make of the reels 'trend'. But, not one spy succeeded fooling the pakis...comeon!!! Indian Gen Z...itna beitzati na karwate apne. I know its a trend for entertainment...but to show indian spies getting caught by pakis ( in reels made by Indian themselves )...naa...too much to digest. I'm sure, those in the other side of the border must have thoroughly enjoyed the reels. At least in virtual, they were shooting indian spies!!

Bangladesh meanwhile tried its best to grab our attention by repeatedly threatening to cut the 'chicken's neck', and towards end of the year the country just kept burning more...with a hindu man hanged by the tree and burnt alive ( the videos where he was pleading for his life was spine chilling ) and more such incidents. With it's religious background, this is not a new occurance in that country and has been happening for ages - diminishing the minorities non-muslim population drastically while lakhs and lakhs illegals continue to cross border with questionable intentions. I've driven through the siliguri corridor area many times, and can vouch, its entirely filled with jihadi mindset people and can pose a serious threat. They indeed have Gazwa-e-hind mindset, and sooner we take note and precautions the better. I personally feel time has come to push back the bangladeshis with force - expand the neck.

While on Dipu Chandra Das lynching and burning case that happened in Bangladesh, we must not forget killing of Angel Chakma ( due to racism ) in Dehradun which is in India itself, and a lynching of a migrant in Kerala and so on. So, yes, Bangladesh has flaws too many infact...but, such incidents happen in India too. While pointing at others, we need to count the fingers that point back at us. I was hoping 3I Atlas would arrive and teach mankind a lesson, but, it too seemed to have fled the scene. Aliens are also scared to step foot on planet earth where humans not only kill each other, but, blows themselves up as well eg. suicide bomber Umar Mohamad who happened to be a doctor no less, and his associates.

Western India is also boiling with sudden definition of 'hills' being changed to those that are of 100 metres and above height only which has made the older than Himalayas, the Aravallis suddenly defenceless. With such new criteria set by the Supreme Court, the entire range will end up being a ecological and climatic disaster, as the move encourages mining and other activities which will completely destroy the range. With the hills less than 100 metres ( and that which are larger in number ) gone, the Thar Desert will be right at New Delhi's doorstep as well as North India's agricultural belt creating an unimaginable crisis. The range currently act as a wall and also traps the under ground water resources thanks to the trees on it, but, once removed - it'll be all dry and deserty. Hope better sense prevail and not all is submitted to 'greed', certainly not precious nature. If you cannot make it, what right do you have to destroy it? And the Aravallis have been here since billions of years, have some shame in trying to decide what height criteria can describe them as hill or not.

As if people were not facing enough, another 2025 highlight was when Indigo screeched halt its entire fleet for days, that made the airports across the country resemble some filthy railway station what with thousands of flights cancelled one after the other. I was so glad, I didn't have a flight to catch during this time, because, it was literally hell that these passengers faced. I normally take a Bom-Ghy and vice versa flight. And if there is any cancellation I have a home in both these places to go back to and wait it out. But, being stranded in another city altogether where you don't have a home or may be running out of money as you spent it on some holiday you've been recently to, and find yourself being stranded due to a cancelled flight, it'd be extremely uncomforting. Recently, I had a connecting flight via Kolkata, and the delays itself got on my nerves, so, I can only imagine how these passengers felt undergoing such choatic turn of events. Imagine even after cancellations, tickets were being sold and passenger luggages were checked in, only to be told of the cancellations later - and people weren't returned the luggages too. Horrible! Why Indigo did and due to what circumstances, the politics behind it - it all doesn't matter. It certainly ruined its reputation forever for sure, and, people will always be wary of it.

This year, as Trump kept howling and growling...we saw the Indian Rupee keep falling. Not because of him, but not without him either. All his tariff coercions did have an impact on the markets and the defiance of India regarding Russian Oil purchases cost it too. Resulting in the rupee fall. I don't understand these rise and fall much ( markets, stocks etc bounce off my head ), but, knowing India is one hell of a jugaadu country, we will bounce back soon, definitely. I personally would like India not to be reliant on the dollar though and try trade in other currencies as well. Gold is always an option...or good ol' barter system.

However, I'm glad whatever Trump is doing with regards to visas and the Indians settled there or aspiring to go there. I feel all these NRIs need to be taught a lesson. They give up the citizenship of their birth country and take citizenship there, but, don't stop harassing the ones back in India. Hypocrites they are. And, I'm glad Trump is giving them a hard time. I'll write more on these hypocrite NRI's in another post. They need to be exposed. And, I'm very happy Trump is giving them sleepless nights :-)

Asim Munir seems to the only person who was truly happy in the year 2025. Not only did he get invited by Trump multiple times to USA and White House luncheons, but his beggar country secured loans after loans worth billions inspite of never repaying them ever, add to that of being elevated to 'Field Marshal' despite not winning any war with India; and last but not least contributing to 'incest' by marrying his daughter off to his brother's son. Whew!!!

what will you bring in?
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FLYING PIGS

2025-12-24T12:58:00.000+00:00

I bought these at an antique shop. They were the first thing I saw when I entered the shop - the mirrors.

I bought a few as I thought, they'd be just perfect for my living room - mirrors always made the space look so much larger.

Delighted with my choice I did DIY and stuck them myself wherever I could - walls, on the sliding doors.

Now, after many weeks, I'm not sure I made the right choice. I should've enquired into their history - whom did they belong to originally.

For every night, strange faces appear...and I see pigs fly inside.

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THAT ACCENT

2025-12-23T08:41:00.009+00:00

After a tiring day, I had barely crashed for the night when I suddenly woke up to the feeling of being pulled out, and before I could scream a hand gagged across my mouth; thus, with me struggling helplessly, something or someone much stronger than I, yanked me off my bed and dragged me outside my room through the corridor with me barely managing a muffled plea to my mother to call the police as we passed her room...which I wasn't sure she even heard and I found myself being dragged to the backyard of our house, the identity of my kidnapper a mystery with me barely able to see him in the dark even though moon-lit night.

With his hands almost biting into my sensitive skin, the kidnapper shut me up with a gruffy yet somewhat familiar accented 'shut up you bitch and stay still' when I tried struggling, and tied both my wrists together behind my back and started pulling me...where had I heard that voice before, I wondered to myself not able to pin-point exactly, but, he seemed familiar ~ at least that voice; he had several layers on, and masked, concealing his identity.

I noticed, he was taking me towards the back of our house where there was a low boundary wall that stood at foot of a hill, and once we reached the spot, he started shoving me up the wall until we were out of our compound and stood on the other side on that hill; he kept dragging me ignoring my 'where are you taking me, why are you doing this,' cries.

I knew that hill was quite isolated, full of foliage...but at the far end of it was a temple and if he took me further near that temple perhaps someone would hear me, I thought; but he stopped suddenly...right in middle of his tracks, with me nearly colliding with his body - it was so familiar...was it him, I thought, no, it couldn't be, he had left long ago... forever.

But my wildest fears came true, no wonder that accent sounded so familiar as I watched him remove his mask - it was him after all... after so many years, I couldnot believe my eyes...even in the dark his features were prominent; he had changed though, gotten more bulkier somehow - 'remember me', he asked, and I could only nod - he was my ex, who had left me all of a sudden years ago, to join some mysterious cult never to return.

So, why was he back...and why did he abduct me from my own house... and, as though reading my thoughts, he slowly drawled in that accent - 'to sacrifice you, you bitch!'
...( to be continued )

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THE BLACK BEACH

2025-12-18T05:55:00.002+00:00

'Forbidden after sun-set' the sign read, at the infamous 'black' beach.

The beach was once a cremation ground where villagers burnt their dead. Their ashes, over time, got mixed with the sand ~ thus, its colour.

I stood looking, it looked like any other beach - with tourists, vendors etc...but as evening approached, the guard whistled and chased everyone out.

I hid behind a shack, and waited, until it had gone quiet and dark. I wanted to see if the haunted rumours were true.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulder.

Ghost?

No, it was the guard - he found me out.

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STOP, HE SAID

2025-12-17T05:39:00.000+00:00

"Tumi..." his voice, a mere whisper, as he questioned and I could only gaze at his so irresistibly familiar brandy coloured eyes that were locked into mine for what seemed like an eternity, neither of us able to tear away, time seemed to have stopped, and I knew instinctively that this was a mistake so I had to get away...as fast as I could; but, I was held captive, by his eyes - he was still so attractive and his evening stubble made him look ever so more endearing, I never felt this way in a long long time.

A cough, I was so grateful, someone had coughed; and finally, he looked away towards where the sound was coming from...did someone notice us and had coughed intentionally... I didn't know nor I wanted to find out, because, all I knew was I simply had to leave - run infact, far away from there ~ so I turned on my heels and started walking fast ~ blindly almost to wherever my feet would take me - I didn't care, I just kept walking not wanting to hear the 'stop' he said, from behind that I was sure, I heard.

I could not stop, not now...with all kinds of feelings pouring out from within; feelings I had thought were long dead...I had to get away fast and as though my feet had suddenly grown wings I fled towards the bus I could see at a distance through my now blurry-visioned eyes, where did the tears come from all of a sudden, I was angry at myself, as streams of it seemed to have been unleashed and started pouring down my cheeks.

I got up the first bus I saw, not fully sure where it was headed - I'd figure it out later, I thought to myself ~ for getting out of there was most important now and I was glad the bus was slowly starting to move while I was totally unware what had happened behind; that he had hurriedly ushered his folks into a cab and was instructing the driver to follow the bus.

I took the tissues out and wiped the tears off my cheeks ~ oh what an embarrasement, these, I thought, sniffing into the white tissues that I then crumpled into my hands and looked out the bus window where I sat... grateful it had moved out quite a distance now, only to see a cab slowly approaching it and driving parallel by its side; and he, he looked out of his passenger side window trying to get hold of my attention with his lips mouthing a 'stop' - no, my mind screamed, I couldnot stop, not now, not ever.

I shut the window and tried not to look out anymore; not at him...he had asked to stop, and I would never do it - stopping meant disaster ~ for my heart, for him...for his family ...so many lives were involved; stopping meant unlocking something that was long dead - or perhaps, not so dead after all - considering all the emotions I was going through... I prayed for the bus to speed up, and thankfully, once it crossed the channel and got to the highway it did indeed, leaving the cab far behind, and him, slowly instructing the driver ~ a new address.

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IN BETWEEN

2025-12-14T06:21:00.009+00:00

He had her moaning in between the sheets,
waiting as she did, soaking in his heat,
his every warm breath...

She wanted to make most of the time she had with him,
knowing, soon he'd be in the arms of another woman...

A mistress's life was always, in between,
with her, he quenched his desires only,
but, shared not, his thoughts or deep feelings...

Never acknowledged her existance in the society,
never gave the respect that she seeked so desperately...

His wife's life too was hung somewhat in between,
a fake smile on her lips, on his arm, in public, she could only cling,
yet, in truth, all her nights were spent weeping...

And, thus, a man in infidelity is always stuck in between,
a wife, he doesn't desire at night;
and a mistress, he can never emotionally connect.

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THE NEW RAKHI SAWANT THAT I MET

2025-12-12T09:45:00.003+00:00

I generally avoid watching Rakhi Sawant videos that keep flooding the internet, because, well...they are just crap...with her forever yapping nonsense just for publicity sake ( nothing sane or serious ever )...but...as they say ~ 'love her, hate her, you just cannot ignore her'. 'Cannot escape her' would be the correct term as she'd somehow slither into our social media feeds one way or the other doing crazy antics in front of the paparazzi as that seems to be her sole motive. If watching crap is your ideal way to do time pass, watching her on youtube videos can serve that purpose fully. A recent video podcast of hers on Rahul Mahajan's channel chanced upon my feeds and I ended up watching till the end. There was so much 'bakchodi' that I kept laughing throughout uncontrollably. It was late night almost at 11.30pm; everyone was asleep and I was laughing like crazy. I never heard so much crazy stuff at one go, continuous. So many crass, adult, non-veg stuff too that Rakhi Sawant blabbered via her crappy jokes shamelessly. Ufff...that video...interview or whatever it was - was insane. So, much so...that I actually ended up dreaming about Rakhi Sawant that night. Of course, it felt real...until I woke and realised it was a dream. Phew @madness!

So, I was walking the lanes of Bombay's famous bollywood and the who's who and passed by Rakhi Sawant's palatial house. As I stood near the huge impenetrable gates, I saw the diva herself approaching. She told me she'd take me to her home. I followed her. Instead of guiding me inside that humongous flashy house, she instead stepped on the narrow dirt lane that went behind. After walking for some time, we reached what could be described as a 'modest' looking much-smaller house made of low cost materials. This was her real home, she declared. The other one though she owned it was just a facade, 'for showoff', for the outside world. But, this was where her heart lied. She took me inside and told me to sit. I saw an old man instructing something to two children of perhaps seven and ten years old. He was her uncle, she said. She then excused herself, telling she needed to change and went inside. The man took over and told me that she'll be back after she freshened up. I asked if these children were his. He said no, that they were Rakhi's. Her own children. I was surprised because Rakhi Sawant didn't have any children as per her own interviews.

I saw a lady enter the room. The man said, Rakhi is back, talk to her now. He proceeded to take the children to another room to keep away their toys and prepare them to study. I looked at this new woman with surprise. She looked nothing like Rakhi Sawant I had accompanied earlier. She had no make up and was very pretty. And most of all, there was not an iota of artificiality in her appearance or in what she spoke. Her voice was sweet, soft and so pleasing almost like music so unlike the regular voice that we often heard on TV. She told me, this was her real life, her happiness was with her children and living a simple, peaceful life behind that curtain of glitz and glamour. The children...I asked, who/where was their father. Her face suddenly turned sad. She said it was the saddest chapter of her life.

The uncle re-entered the room and joined in our conversation. He said, Rakhi should move on now, start truly living. He then proceeded to add that there was this neighbourhood man who was very good at heart and caring, and, would be a very good choice for her. Rakhi interrupted, that he was just a good man who was fond of her kids and brought them gifts everyday without fail, even during bad weathers. But the uncle replied, he loved their mother too, and he kept coming because it was also his excuse to see her. Rakhi blushed at this piece of information. Maybe, she said, maybe if he says something then she'd consider. A smile lit in her uncle's face, 'so dono side se ladoo phut rahe hai', he exclaimed happily. Rakhi nodded shyly. This was such a different Rakhi Sawant coy and simple, and, I was glad to see things working out for her atlast.

And then...I woke up. Sometimes what you see and hear when awake does impact your brain, and, affect your dreams, I realised. Lol :o

the podcast that triggered my dream...

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THE WAIT

2025-12-12T07:28:00.001+00:00

"Wait for me in the new Alley," he said. "I will come," he promised.

And so, I waited. Days turned into months. Months turned into years. I waited.

The paint in the walls dried and slowly peeled off; but, I waited.

Weathered now through decades, the structure too started crumbling. I still waited.

My once black hair had turned into a blob of grey.; my vivacious youth, now lost away. I still waited.

The place that promised his return ~ I sat on that alley, everyday.

The legs wobbled, of the bench that was once sturdy.

Trying to balance, I waited.

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SHED MEMORIES!

2025-12-09T08:10:00.002+00:00

I saw her, laughing and chatting with her co-passengers, looking radiant exactly as I had seen in her pictures, and, I instantly knew, if she was here, he'd not be far - he was somewhere in the train coach too although I hadn't spotted him yet; but, with every second as my emotions got suddenly stirred by the very thought of him I knew I had to see him, just once - no, I no longer felt anything for him, not after knowing he had married ( and also had children ), but the yearn was still there just to see him once.

We had parted ways almost three dacades back, but, I was always his first choice his high school love - and I was unknowingly possessive of that fact; I was the one whom he had madly chased for months on end, I was the one whom he had first proclaimed his feelings for and made his vows to - no, we were not married, but, he had still vowed to be by my side always yet, it was me who had thrown it all away; and, it was because I left that she had entered his life - so, I'd always be someone special for him, and he, for me.

But, don't get me wrong, I no longer want him in my life - not in that way anyway; it was just a fleeting feeling creeping up inside something I could not describe... I just wanted to see him close, once - see how he looked or had become after so many years; also, the fact that I knew he was present in the train, the yearn only grew so I started looking for him, went to where his wife was sitting, in their compartment - but, he wasn't there.

I decided to wait till we got to our destination and it was when I finally saw him from a distance as he unloaded their luggage with his wife still chatting excitedly by his side she was lovely ~ no wonder they were still married...I could have been in her place if I hadn't let him go... was it a little 'envy' that I felt...maybe, but I knew it was just a passing feeling...not something I really wanted cos' I was in a happy space of life too; but still, I had to see him...and perhaps, just say a hello...after all we did have so many memories together...those that can never be erased, those that made us into what we had become.

I looked through the bushes, as I observed them sitting on few benches near the platform perhaps waiting for their cab, an unusual string tugging at my heart as I saw him look into his mobile, patiently hearing his wife's chatter too simultaneously, while also occasionally nodding at his other co-passengers who were travelling with him... and, merely looking at him stirred so many feelings in me... he had gained weight and looked quite different, no longer the boy I knew, he was a grown man now, with responsibilites; I knew this was my only chance, to walk up to him for we may never meet again.

I saw him briefly walking away from the others talking to someone on phone, and, I rushed... this was it, I thought..I had to go up to him now and so I went hurriedly to the trees where he was standing against, close..closer...something caught his attention as I approached and he looked towards his group; I was standing nearly in front of him now, with just a tree-branch separating us, the rustle of the leaves though made him look back in a startle...and then, he saw me ~ he froze as our eyes met...'tumi' he barely whispered... questioned... thousands of memories shed eons ago, came flooding back.

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EVERYBODY SCREAM!

2025-12-05T07:42:00.004+00:00

I was so craving it,
when he finally obliged...
as I moaned in pleasure,
he plundered through the night...
both unawares of the lit candle,
that had tripped, and fell...
slowing, burning up the little things,
into an inferno hazard...

I mistook the growing heat in our room,
as a result of our burning passion...
till the wide awake neighbourhood screamed their lungs,
and, rang the fire alarm...
Everything in blaze we hunted for our clothes,
that were black and burnt...
a wild night finally ended,
with us sprinting for our lives...

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MY WEIGHT LOSS JOURNEY - TRIAL AND ERROR METHODS

2025-12-04T08:02:00.011+00:00

Believe it or not, I too have a weight loss journey. I'm still miles away from achieving that ( 'after' image of ) perfect weight, but, I must say I'm proud I've shed much of the excess baggage I had accumulated...which, I'm never going to get again - I've vowed. How did I manage to go down from almost 85kgs to hovering at 70, here's moi sharing it all here. Its not been easy, but, I'm getting there almost and that too, in a natural and organic manner.

Background Story : How did I even reach a whopping 85Kgs considering I was very skinny as a kid. I was so thin, I was constantly made fun of ~ given names, bullied, mocked, body shamed ( by my own famiy members besides others ) and what not, which no doubt had a very bad impact on my self-esteem ( making me almost suicidal ). I was body conscious and made to feel as if I had committed a big crime by being thin. It was a frustrating period, especially, when you face this ordeal as a teenager. My reasons for not gaining weight was well...I had a metabolism that ensured no fat was stored in my body, and we used to eat only basic stuff nothing fancy, plus, I was into sports like tae-kwon-do and other outdoor activities ( in school ); and also with our house being on top of a hill ensured a regular climb at noon ( after school ) - thus, sweating everything out. So, I ended up being tall, thin and quite gawky. I must admit here, I did take couple of files of vitamin B tablets and a haemoglobin syrup initially, to gain weight especially when I was harrassed, but soon gave up as it didn't work, or I didn't see any difference. However, after I had moved to Bombay especially when I was mostly on my own, I really caught the whiff of Bombay's street foods; and, I started gorging. So far I was used to only simple home cooked meals, but, suddenly I was exposed to outside food so delicious ( also unhealthy ) - there was no looking back. I went head on ~ eating everything, enjoying food like never before. I splurged all my pocket money only on food. And, in any event or gathering, food counter was the only place I'd be seen hanging around. Food became an addiction almost. Result was a rapid escalation to 85!

The Realisation : There came a time when I was starting to be referred to as 'moti' or 'fat'. Even fat people face body shaming and ridicule, see? Sigh! Its like people has no other work other than to judge others all the time, for their appearances or body types. Such a shame. Now, I was called names or teased for being fat. Phew! One day, I was on a date and the guy was like - 'you are so huge'. It did pinch esecially when I was later blatantly asked ( by someone else ) to lose some weight. I dropped those guys ( because of other reasons too ), but, the subseqent ones also made similar remarks on my weight. Like, I heard - oh she's overweight, or a direct - 'you'll be even cuter if you shed some weight'. So, yes, this time around I was constantly made to feel 'fat'. I stopped caring about these people - they only looked at body and didn't really love or cared about me. I bade all of them 'goodbye', and stuck with my love - food! Noway, I was going to give up on food. I loved it more than these nonsense suitors, lol. But, certain health scares did ultimately make me change my mind and my pre-occupation with food. Two back to back heart-attacks and hypothyroidism.

Fighting Back : My weight had unknowingly introduced me to hypothyoidism and I had heart attack when quite young ( in my early thirties ). I was depressed then - with what was going on in my life. I was out of shape too, and was facing health issues on a daily basis. I was constantly fatigued, tired and sleepy through the day with headaches and brain fog. I spent most of my time in my bed barely having the strength to get out of it. My tae-kwondo was long forgotten, I resembled a lazy, obese, diseased person. The heart attacks though, finally, woke me up. They shook me really hard to the core and I knew I had to do something quick, to heal myself. I learnt obesity can only lead to more problems and even death, in the end. So, I made it a resolve to reverse things. However, by now, I had a chronic hypothyroidism too that made it even harder to loose weight. So much so...even if I didn't eat anything, I'd still be gaining weight. I had to do something fast, before things went out of control. Losing weight was my priority. But, I didn't want to give up on food yet. My only option was to drastically cut down on portions. I still ate those delicious food, but, cut down the portions by many folds. So, if I used to have 3 pizzas earlier in a single day, I'd split a single pizza into two-three days...and so on. I'd have a bite of a samosa, and the next bite the next day. So this way, I satisfied my urge and taste-buds, but, only to a tiny extent. I'd not eat anything after 5-6pm. My eating window would be from 10-11am-5-6pm. It was kinda intermittent fasting of sorts. However, still, losing weight was a challenge.

Walk, Walk and Walk : I didnt go to any gym to lose weight. I was too conscious and didn't have time nor the discipline. I tried exercising at home instead. But, it was tough. I injured myself too. So, I started walking. Walking, walking and more walking - quick brisk ones. Slowly, I became obsessed with walking. Instead of lifts, I'd take the stairs. I'd walk to and fro the market and would avoid taking any rickshaw. So, my regular walking and cutting down on portions did ultimately start giving resuits. At times, I did do impulsive fasting of 24 hours...but, it was rare. And, its not recommended on a regular basis. One can try one or two times a week. But cutting down portions is a must. I still have pastry or sweet even - but, only a bite or so, not the whole thing. As a result I'm hovering around 70kgs now, which is progress no doubt. It took years, but, I did it :-) A whopping 15kgs weightloss, no less. How to stick to it...or reduce even further - walk walk, cut portions, no eating after sun-set ( and sometimes a 24 hour fasting ), and get proper uninterrupted sleep of 8-10 hours.

Resist Temptations. Be Motivated. Stay Focussed. Don't Take Stress ~ My Mantra!

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WHEN REALITY HIT!

2025-12-03T13:25:00.000+00:00

Wanting to move to the big city with glitzy dreams in her eyes, she hoped she'd be a star some day.

She was envious of her classmate who had made a similar move.

One day, she just decided to run away and make it big, so, she dropped out of college.

In the big city though, reality hit...and hit hard; she was homeless and had no money, surviving became a challenge.

She regretted her choice, but, didn't have the courage to face her folks back home.

To make ends meet, she started standing behind counter of a souvenir shop.

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CALL ME SONAM!

2025-12-03T06:22:00.002+00:00

It was quite late, and I was exhausted and very hungry too; so, I wondered about looking for a place to sit and eat the tiffin I carried, something I should have done at noon itself... anyhow, I finally found myself a corner in a small shack and sat on its bench beginning to munch on my food, mindful to buy something from the shack owner as I was using her space...in the end, I paid some extra tip too for the bananas she sold, but, she didn't give any extra piece except the ones I purchased, phew, I thought as I then started to walk towards the nearby railway station in a hurry - I had a train to catch.

It was so late, that my train would come any minute; but to go to the platform meant I had to take the foot-over-bridge - I just didn't have the time for it, so, I decided to cross the tracks on foot ~ a risky feat but often done by some daredevils in order to save time; I sprinted through the tracks hoping no guard caught sight of me during my err-illegal stunt and praying no train ran me down; I did manage to hop on the platform just in the nick of time before the train came, I didn't try to see its name or number ~ simply jumped right in.

The train was packed as it was the last train, and boy was I glad I could catch it after all; but, when it bypassed my station only then did I reaize that I had caught the wrong train ( not the one to Vijaypath, my town ) oh - no, I thought, how would I get back now, it'd take me till morning to get any train back home or even office, my whole day will be wasted traveling; I cursed myself for not looking out for the train's name before getting in and so so regretted taking the short-cut method which had only landed me in a newer mess.

I sat helpless, as the train passed through various stations without stopping barring a few, and curved up the twisted mountains in a zig-zag manner to its final destination; oh well...I thought, might as well resign to what fate had in store for me that night, and try board the first train back, if there was any, from my new destination now; and finally, after enduring a long journey for hours, the train slowly crawled to a halt at its final stop - and I rushed to the booking counter...which to my dismay was unusually crowded even at this late hour.

My turn came after a long wait as the lady in the counter with a pen stuck behind her ear, seemed quite disinterested in dealing with so many customers and kept doing her own personal work ignoring everyone, only to be called again and again with a 'ma'am ma'am' which seemed to infuriate her further as she would turn her head insisting with a "call me Sonam"; she barely listened to anyone and only announched to catch train in the morning when it'd arrive, giving a time...but no guarantee ~ that it'd leave exactly then!

To my relief, the train did start leaving the station in the early hours of dawn when it was still dark and I was the first to hop in followed by the huge crowd of waiting passengers; but, as fate would have it, that train would take an even longer route and would leave me in some other station altogether and I'd have to catch yet another train again ( as there was no direct train and it was the only one that operated in those mountains ) to reach my office or even home if I was lucky...shrugging to myself, I just decided to surrender to fate.

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