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  Hey hi! Happy Women’s Day to all the wonderful women. Take a moment to pause, breathe for yourself, and remember yourself in the middle of your busy life as a woman. I’d like to share my beautiful Women’s Day experience with you all. Today I dressed up in a pretty blue dress , a new one  and headed to my academy for my work as a trainer . I reached early, and my classes went smoothly. Soon the clock struck 11, and it was time for my lovely kids to arrive for their session. They all came and sat in their places with smiling faces. But I noticed three kids who looked a little different, curious and excited, hiding something behind their backs. I didn’t ask them what it was. Suddenly, a girl walked towards me with a big smile, her hands still hidden behind her, and handed me a handmade Women’s Day card . It had her own words and a drawing of me wearing a crown . I never expected such a sweet gift from such a small child. We meet only once a week in class, yet she remembered...

A shiny snowy dawn and the smile freshly drawn The day began for me another adventure to see  With your loving presence  Expressing sense of essence  With tons and tons of love Chasing you my dove A sprit of curiosity  Lost in a big city  Remembering you, rejoicing you Hoping to meet you cute foe, Took eternity to choose you especially, Zoned out occasionally Faced you confidently Still wondering obstanately My guide,my tide My pain, my gain A day comes; To meet you and claim you, Beneath the bustle, The bustle,the rustle,the tussle, Which you're " MY DREAM"  Still chasing you as my unrequited love.. ( A poem dedicated to all the souls who were chasing their dreams and shaping themselves in a new big city to achieve their dreams) And I communicate with your minds through my thoughts 💭 

  Generally, weekends are relaxed, funny, patient, and meant for rest. But my weekends are different from others  they are spent in my favourite paradise, Shelby Academy. The days go by in a hectic and stressful rhythm, almost like a relay race. Yet, I remain very happy because it is somewhere I truly wished to be. The stress and deadlines reward me in ways that nurture my inner child. When I complete my work before the time I expected, it feels like receiving a big piece of candy. Thus, Saturdays pass with happiness filling me, even though I feel reluctant to leave that space. On Sundays, I feel as if the spotlight is on me. It becomes the biggest reward training the teacher within me while being surrounded by the favourite scent of children. Those two sessions with different batches of kids  different voices, different heights, and different emotions  feels like a garden of scented flowers where a butterfly wonders which flower to visit for honey. The moment when c...

  Its always an amazing experience on re reading the favourite poems of ours.Here's one such favourite poems of mine,  Love is eternal, you can’t unlove a person once you start loving them. A mother is a testimony of love she expects nothing in return, yet pours out tons and tons of love. She’s the only person who loves you the way you are. Your height, weight, breadth, complexion doesn't bother her. She loves you as you are. She loves even before you were hers, and even after her death. She even loves at the time of her death. A mother usually has a dilemma: How is my child going to survive after me? Even though he or she may be mature enough, all she keeps in mind is her child as a child. The fear of leaving the child is there, but the love never stops. When I read a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning about love, I felt she just poured out her love in it. Many say it’s a romantic poem she wrote for her love, Robert Browning, but I take this poem as one between a mother and ...

  Some things are beautiful only when seen from a distance. This may sound philosophical, but it is often true. A mountain or hill may look majestic from afar, but when you approach it, you notice the wide dusty slopes and the hurdles along the way. A sunset seems magical from a distance, yet up close, the sun is scorching hot.  A painting or sculpture in a gallery looks flawless from afar, but a closer look reveals the winding, uneven strokes of the artist and the smudges in the colors. A field of flowers may appear vibrant and perfect from a distance, but closer inspection reveals bugs and tiny worms . Even our beloved moon seems beautiful in the night sky, but when examined closely, it is full of craters and sand, far from the idealized image we admire. The same often applies to people. Some individuals seem kind, benevolent, cheerful, or fascinating from afar. But as we get closer like friendships, family bonds, or romantic relationships we often see a different side, and...

  Value the little hope even a single drop can fill a vessel abundantly. It can make someone’s life rich, flourishing, and full of light. It may seem like a simple metaphor, but this thought alone stopped me from thinking about anything else. Just imagine you’re someone vibrant, bubbly by nature, someone who makes friends easily. But life changes. Circumstances spiral out of control, and people around you change so much that they change you. At some point, you begin to feel isolated, even start to resent everyone around you. Then, someone comes along someone who talks to you with their whole heart, makes you smile, includes you, and tries to bring you back to yourself. Deep down, you want that. You crave that connection. But at the same time, there’s a strange fear the fear of losing that person. And that fear becomes so strong that it pushes you to withdraw, to move away. Isn’t it ironic? You find yourself battling your own mind.  Your heart longs for them, while your min...