Bare feet
In scorching heat
Clutching a teddy bear
Her feet against the hot pavement
Sun blaring above her head
She ran
Trying to find her way
Slid besides a gate
Her back to a cement pane
For how long she doesn’t have a memory
Until someone found her
Took her by hand
Back to home
Begins the cycle again…

*In response to Today's Daily Prompt.

School Bag (Repost)

My school days were hands down my good old days…The best time of my life was spent there that I always wish to get back. The time and the way I was as a person too. This is a story of one of my blunders in school days, there you go:

The very first event that comes to my mind when i think of a long list of my blunders is when i was in 9th grade.

I woke up in the morning particularly happy and cheery(which didn’t use to happen very often) .

Started to get ready for school, preparing my school bag , putting gazillion books in it (making it so heavy that it would’ve been difficult for even Dwayne Johnson to lift it up).

Got in the car as my dad dropped me off on his way to his office.

Entered my school.

HAPPY and full of enthusiasm. (which was very unusual for anyone who hated school)

Entered my class.

Put my bag on the chair absent mindedly as my friends came into my sight and went to chat with them. (our morning gossips ritual.)


Then the school bell rang (for me it was a sound that calls for a prisoner to his hanging)

Went back to my seat.

Teacher came in.


Started taking our attendance and asked us to get our subject book out so she could give us work. (and bully us from the comfort of her chair)

I turned around in my chair to get the book out of my bag WHEN IT HAPPENED !

“BANG BANG BOOM BOOM” (suspense music)

Where is my bag ???

Instead there was a tiny black bag sitting on the chair, where my ACTUAL bag should have been !


i noticed that the black bag was indeed mine (and not one of my friend’s prank on me by stealing and hiding the bag, which we used to do a lot in those days)

So it WAS my bag obviously but not my School Bag.)


I began to rewind the day in my head and suddenly it dawned upon me what had  actually happened.

I had prepared the right bag for school but brought the wrong one (which barely had two books in it) !

How could i be so stupid ???

I was so stupid that i didn’t even notice which bag i was carrying, even the weight of the bag wasn’t enough to capture my (obviously little) attention.

Not even its tiny size made me suspicious that i was doing something wrong.

How could I’ve been so stupid ???

There isn’t any doubt in my mind that if i didn’t have to use my bag for whole day, i wouldn’t have noticed that i was carrying the wrong one all day long.

That just proved that I had an attention span of a freaking Goldfish !

This whole mess made me wonder, If THAT can happen then ANYTHING can !

What if one day I walked into school in my sleeping suit or worst with no clothes on at all ??!!

I Don’t Care.

No matter how many times I’ve said it or how much I’d like to believe otherwise, I do care what people think or how they perceive me. I do care of my image in their minds, I do care. I wish that I didn’t but I do. It makes me hold back about a lot of things that I want to do, The very small simplest of things that I know makes me happy.

Sometimes I want to lay down on the green lush grass and look at the bright clear blue sky, Follow the fluffy clouds, make shapes out of them and then close my eyes and sleep in the mild hot sun.

There are times when I see an empty road at night and I imagine myself lying in the middle of it, the cold hard pavement against my back and gazing at the star lit sky. Trying to count the infinite stars, bask in the glory of magical space with galaxies and milky ways. And Just lay there. Alone.

Then there are moments when I see an empty track, in the cold morning when nobody is out of their homes yet, and there is still some fog , quiet and calm and I just want to run…as fast as I can. Not run, Sprint. Sprint for as far as I can and stop at some green lush space and fall back on the ground, My lungs grasping for air, my heaving chest in sweet agony. Blood pumping through every vein of my body and just lay there.

But I don’t do any of that. Because I don’t know how I could. What would people around me think? Maybe a part of me is afraid..I don’t know ‘of what’ either. In a nutshell,There is always something…Something holding me back, something I’m afraid of and for now I can’t change that. So I just have to do with imagining and wishing for a lot of things to happen. Cuz that is all we can do at the end of the day…

*In response to Today’s Daily Prompt

The Sweetest Victory

I wrote this essay on the topic “Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.” I think it is fairly appropriate to share it today as a response to today’s Daily Prompt.

If you want to know what it’s like to win ask the one who lost. The idea of victory is sweeter to those who lose than it is in reality to those who win. I think it says that those who don’t succeed imagine that it taste sweeter then it does for those who succeed and do taste it. Lack of success, is what makes the actual success so sweet. This is the opposite of sour grapes fable.

“Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.”
― Winston Churchill

“Those who never succeed” place the highest value on success. They count it sweetest. Those who succeed never truly appreciate it—it is only those who fail, or who lack something, that can truly appreciate how wonderful it would be if they did succeed. To understand the value of nectar, one must feel “sorest need”. The members of the victorious army are not able to define victory as well as the defeated, dying man who hears from a distance the music of the victors. “Success”—can best be comprehended by someone who “needs” it.

Those who always win never know the true value of winning and those who never win long for the win all the time. We gain perfection through failure.

“Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.”
― Truman Capote

Through defeat we try to appreciate the real value of success. Those who are in love they can not understand the value of love but those who have failed in love, know the real meaning of love. Just like saying if you have never lost hope how could you ever find it?

Those who have not succeeded are the ones who crave it the most. To a person who never wins, victory is sweet, but to a person who has always won, they don’t really understand the value of success. For those who overcome the great battle, they can not measure the significance of victory compared to the losers. It is in defeat that we truly learn to appreciate victory.

“Sometimes it takes a good fall to really know where you stand”
― Haley Williams

Victory must take its natural route and cannot be rushed. In other words, it must be fully appreciated through an initial, natural defeat before a more fulfilling victory can be realized. Victory could be realized sooner, but it would be neither sweet, nor appreciated.

“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”
― Confucius

The realization of true victory in the midst of defeat is the true success.

“A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.” – David Brinkley

For how can one truly understand happiness without the accompaniment of sadness? Or love without hate? Success cannot be realized without at first knowing the desperation that comes along with losing.

“I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life and that is why I succeed.” -Michael Jordan

Success is the ultimate triumph and is sweetest to those who desperately desire it but have never obtained it. Success is sweetest to them than to the people who already have power and success. Some people work so hard and struggle to reach a goal, but somehow even when triumph is at their fingertips, it still remains out of their grasp. Perhaps in the absence of triumph, success does become an obsession. The fortunate ones who already have success, on the other hand, do not seem to appreciate it as much. To them success is like an everyday common occurrence.

It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed.”
― Theodore Roosevelt

The feeling of being ‘so near and yet so far’, agonizingly brings home the point that it is in defeat that we truly learn to appreciate victory – so much so, that the more the defeats, the sweeter the success.

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”
― Winston Churchill

It is true that the defeated can feel both victory and defeat, while the victorious can only feel the win, then we are stuck with the “grass is always greener…” clause. If done with respect, only then can the winners actually be victorious. Therefore the onus is upon the victorious to rise above the win.

Some people define success by virtue of positions that they acquire and assume in life. But it is not only just about success, but about want and desire, too. As Albert Einstein said:

Try not to become a man of success. Rather become a man of value.

Loathe…Adore? Same thing…I Guess NOT !

Loathe…Adore, same thing right? No? I don’t know why I ever thought ‘Loathe’ means ‘Adore’. I didn’t even bother to check the meaning and just assumed that it means adore.

Time_wasteThere were so many times when I texted my friends ‘Loathe’ thinking that it meant adore “Hey I loathe you so much” even said it to their face at times. Now I know why I got this reaction from them. It’s a wonder how I never got bitch slapped.
877425Coming to the story of how I came to know that it didn’t really mean what I thought It meant, One time while surfing on the internet I came across this article about Madonna, where she was on a panel and some journalist presented her with a bouquet of special kind of flowers (I don’t remember the name of the flowers now) and she was caught on camera and audio saying ” I loathe these *flowers* ” to her fellow sitting right next to her.

I remember thinking to myself, “So? Why is this a big deal if she said that. It’s a good thing. Why is this given negative publicity?” Then it hit me. I opened the Google search engine and typed ‘Loathe meaning’ and there it was: feel intense dislike or disgust for. My hand and feet went cold, my mind revised all the times I used this word in front of people to show them how much I apparently ‘Loved‘ them….apparently not much!

And then I went through 2 phases:


bang-wallOr plaster my face in some mud:
ed-bang-head-oOr against whatever I find:

giphyAnd then bury my head in a pillow and….DIE !

Written in response to today’s daily prompt, inspired by true events but exaggerated a bit….or a little too much! 😉

I’m On Riot !

I’m sorry but I had to share this post again!

Okay call me a party pooper but I think daily prompt is running out of ideas !
Who else is with me?


Hello? Is anyone there?

I see y’all nodding your heads in agreement anyway ! I have telepathic mind powers just like Sheldon!
So as the title says I am on riot from daily prompt ! I remember writing about my best friend in two other daily prompts as well, If she reads it, She is never going to let it go and make me profess my eternal love for her every single time we meet *rolls eyes*

I know by now you all must be thinking….


So I’m going to start writing my prompt now, just…let me think…hmmm…

Uhemm….I can’t think of anything…MAINLY because I’m still on riot!


Rails and Ties

I’ll let the photographs speak for themselves for this Daily Prompt. I took these when I was traveling back from Lahore to Rawalpindi. So we had to board a train at Lahore Railway Station. It is a historically significant Place.

The Lahore Junction railway station (Urdu: لاہور جنکشن ریلوے اسٹیشن ‎) in Lahore, Punjab, Pakistan, was built by British colonists between 1859-1860 at the cost of half a million Rupees. It is the junction of Lahore-Amritsar railway line. It is of typical grand British architecture in South Asia during the British Raj period. The railway network established by the British was extensive and is one of their lasting contributions to the culture and infrastructure of this region.

The railway station has 11 platforms (1 to 9, with 2 extra platforms, 3A and 6A). Platform No. 1 is of special importance, as this platform is the destination of “Samjhauta Express“, the train service between Pakistan and India.

I wish I’d taken more pictures as I have very few which don’t even show the grand specs of this place. It’s architecture dating back to British times is stupendous ! Maybe next time I’ll take more if I ever get to visit it because these photographs doesn’t do this place justice. I was lucky to not be there during rush hours thus I was able to capture the more toned down side of it.

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Darkness come embrace me
I’m waiting for you
With open arms
Bring sadness with you too
I love her just as much
We will play games
Of tears and pain
Come, come soon
I’ll be waiting for you

In response to Daily prompt:I'm not hiding the inner madness.