Quenching Emotions

“Free cab service from Metro station to Your destiny” Yes you heard it right!!! I experienced this service today itself when I just boarded out of Patel Chowk Metro station. It was quite a different experience to avail a free cab service and top of that the lovely people(the drivers and the managers) were literally shouting out and calling names to avail this service. And my destiny was “GURUDWARE BANGLA SAHEB” Hoardings were there like “Free cab services on sundays for the sangat (devotees) from 10am to 7pm” I was literally shocked,I mean I have been to gurudwaras earlier also and have seen the services,to be precise free and selfless services they offer but it was something very new for me. I have been associated with sikh religion since my birth (coz of few acquaintances we have) but my involvement has increased since last few years itself. It's always divine to visit gurudwaras anytime and everytime. Whenever I crave for peace I see gurudwara as one of

Sadness is so overrated,look around yourself and see 90% per cent faces have lost the curve,that curve of happiness. Let's make happiness a platitude,laugh often,smile more! Whenever you see an ambulance,just lift your head up and do a random wish,"May god bless the person". Whenever you come across an old soul,why not hold their hand for once and live their long journey in just a fraction of second. So what if I'm 5’2”” and not some 5’5” as I wanted to be,but see how lively my heart is! So what if my income is not 6 digit,I know how to cheer someone at their worst! So what If I don't have perfect body curve,I know how to share my smile with kids,the only curve which sets your heart straight! So what if I'm aging,losing my charm,isn't it something natural and needs to be appreciated and celebrated?My wrinkles expressing my pains and yet my survival is so cheerful and lovely! So what if we don't get what we crave for,isn't patience someth

Talking and picturising everything about moons,stars and dreamy world surely makes me a poet But today I want the girl inside me to do the talks I won't use heavy words to make it any typical poetry My heart bleeds while writing this piece but is that all I'm allowed to do? Another 8 years molested,wait last time i heard was 11 months The one who doesn't even properly understand what Vagina means was torned apart The lovely floral skirt cried and the diaper couldn't even scream Is this the world we are heading to?Is this the place we deserve to live for? I ask for how long men will prove their manhood by tearing us apart? Is your manhood so low that it needs to be proved by bringing down our self respect? Is your physical strength so weak that it knows only how to break down those soft walls mercilessly and destroy our world shamelessly? Why being raped is a sin for a girl and called a victim? Trust me No dress decides to be raped,it's th