Hello lovely linkers. Welcome back to #QuotedStories #8 HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY to all my Indian Friends. Its been a long weekend for me. Decluttering was on top of my list and I am happy with the results. I do not call myself a Book reader but these days I am observing myself finding peace in Books. FEATURED POST I loved this post by Vasantha for more than 1 reason- It reminds us that we should not punish ourselves…
Hello lovely linkers. Welcome back to #QuotedStories #7 Thanks to everyone who linked up with Quoted Stories #6 and gave me a reason to continue. July had been a lovely Month. My Gratitude practice hailed successfully till the month end. Thanks to Jayanthy, Vasantha, Deepika, Roshan, Geethica, Sneha , Ishieta , Tanaz and others for supporting me. Blogging was not regular but I am not pushing myself too hard. Reading was on priority and I feel so good reading awesome…
Hello lovely linkers. Welcome back to #QuotedStories #6 I almost lost my Blog when it got hacked in the last week of June. But I am thankful that its back with no data loss. Thanks to everyone who has helped and supported me. It was a nightmare but then I read a quote- “Sometimes It takes loosing everything, you have to finally grow and find yourself. “ I found a new way to be grateful, to practice it daily…
Hello lovely linkers. Welcome back to #QuotedStories #5 Hope you all are indulging in the habit of writing Gratitude journal. If not, start now- Its wonderful. Sitting back in my chair, watching the birds fly, writing this post while enjoying Friday enjoying. There is something special about an evening before the weekend. Isn’t it? Tell me why its special for you? Back to the linky, featured Post for fourth edition of #QuotedStories-Vishal for his post On forgetting it all Come…
This is a short heartfelt poem from a daughter to a father, who has tasted the consequences of silence in their relationship. Suna hai maine Betiyan Papa ki dulari hoti hain Par mehsoos nahi kiya kabhi maine Suna hai maine Betiyon se na naraz hote hain Papa Par khamoshi ko saha hai maine Suna hai maine Door jane ke bad aur pyari lagti hain betiyan Par paraya karte dekha hai maine सुना है बेटियाँ पापा की दुलारी होती हैं पर…
Hello lovely linkers. Welcome back to #QuotedStories #4 It has been an exciting fortnight with so much to take note of. Temperature is rising in part of the country I live in but thanks to few cool evenings with light showers. I have published my first E-book on Minimalism I had written for myself, to simplify my Life and now its time to take action. One of my friends is screened with Kidney stones and other is suffering from Spondylitis.…
He scratches me while his anger is at its peak. Sometimes, his tantrums know no bounds. I do not remember how many times he does this to me. It hurts but the moment he hugs me tight, I melt like an Ice-cream under the sun. How sweet but strange is the relationship between a Mother and a child? A Mothers love is unconditional Her temper is another subject 🙂 He does not want me around when he gets…
Feeling Gratitude and not expressing it, is like wrapping a present and not giving it
May 5, 2017Its strange how someone’s presence make us forget the Past life. A married couple who once feels complete with each others presence in their lives, could not imagine their lives without their Kid now. It started feeling like as if their life was incomplete which was once fulfilled. Bizarre, Right? We have felt that way. Though, we never felt as if something is missing before but now, Life seems more fulfilling and promising. Its seems yesterday our little one was…
This was my first time participation in April A to Z Challenge and I am proud to say that I survived. Though, it wasn’t easy- Writing a Blog everyday, Reading other Blogs and Sharing Blog love. Daily Blogging needs persistent efforts and on top of everything, Time management. Preparing and writing a Blog daily helped me not to waste single moment of my day. A to Z challenge also revealed some interesting facts to me- I do not need…
CHOICE OF WORDS is something I failed to pick up from my Mother. I adore my Love for my Family, I adore my faithfulness for my Friends, I adore myself for being a good listener, I adore myself for being a continuous learner but above all, I hate myself for not being a person who carefully chooses the words. I hate myself for hurting those who love me most and the fact is I hurt the only ones…