Tag: self-love
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Fairytale
A short poem by me on my journey I have lived a tale, A different fairytale, It had all started; when the loved ones parted, Every road I strolled was a virgin path, Every way paved, I faced many wraths, With a pang in my heart , I waited; A shining armour, was all I…
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The Missing Lesson: Learning to Express Ourselves
breaking the old belief system Right from the moment we are born, the people around us spend all their energy and time to teach you everything they know. Parents teach their kids to walk, eat, talk, read , write etc. They make sure that their kid is ready for the big world out there. Once…
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Lost, Found, Repeat..part 1
As the cold waves gently washed my feet and the warmth of the sun receded from my face, I could feel her leaving me. My eyes were closed, and a serene smile graced my face. The invisible threads that connected us snapped the instant she decided to leave. We both knew it was time, and…
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It’s not your fault, it’s Trauma Bond
It’s my fault, how could I let this happen to me?” This guilt kept me awake at night after my divorce. My mind, rather than providing peace after that ordeal, would often replay the painful moments from my marriage. At that stage, I would review the scene carefully — and like Dora’s crew I could spot all the red flags which were missed earlier. It made me…
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The day I processed it
A work related travel that came as a blessing! “ I can’t take it anymore , I want space”. Even though I was away from my ex- husband and his family, I could still feel the suffocation. This was the time when I made the decision to get separated from my so-called narcissist husband that time and live…
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Tackling Labels
The aftermath of setting boundaries! I was learning to love myself after my divorce. As a lesson I learnt , I knew I was shrinking myself for others. I had always put others needs first and ignored myself. Not anymore. I wanted to change this fact and recalibrate my brain to put myself first. At work or…
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The first relationship I healed after my trauma
“Maybe she doesn’t have the skills to attract a boy”, these were the words jokingly expressed by my mother to my sister about me. I was in another room when I overheard them discussing my life and marriage. It was an everyday topic at home since my mother wanted me to get married right after…
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Dark days
-short poem for those who fail to see the light in beginning I went to a place so dark,No thought or word would embark,Lost all hopes and cried a lot,Despair and pain was all I got,Forgot myself, soon hatred spread;My life, I could see, hung on a thread,Before it snapped, I held it tight;Knew I…
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When Will My Life Be Normal? The Hidden pressure of Chasing Society’s Timeline
When would my life be normal? I am so fed up with my son’s behaviour. My friend was venting about her son. She was upset because he would never do his homework on time and always needed someone to remind him about his tasks. More than his behaviour and how it affected her, what drew my focus was her question. What really came as…
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The day after women’s day: when celebration ends and expectations return
It’s already 6 am and I can hear the hustle bustle of women in the kitchen on a Monday morning from neighbouring houses and mine. The so-called break on women’s day was over and women resumed their sacrosanct duty in the house. Surprisingly, these roles were replaced by their male counterparts on women’s day where they…
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The guides outside my window: what nature taught me about dealing with life’s challenges
It was an onset of a thunderstorm. Strong winds gushed through the windows and filled the floor with dust and dry leaves. I was frustrated to see the mess in my room caused by the weather and jolted towards the windows and door to shut it . That’s when I saw them. The grove of tall…