In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Proud.”

Today’s prompt : When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you.

This got me thinking.. for a long time.. not a good thing i suppose. Frankly speaking i do not remember. Not because there were many instances for me being the reason for someones pride but because the lack of it. I take pride in being who i am.. but sometimes its so hard to convince myself that i am worth being proud of. Wrote this down listening to paramore’s decode track. ( Paramore fanatic here. 🙂 )


you can see me, you can hear me
at times you will ignore me
that doesn’t bother me cause i know
you can’t decode me

you blame me, you hurt me
most times you misjudge me
you don’t understand me cause i know
you can’t decode me

you torment me, you deceit me
you try to intimidate me
but you can’t control me cause i know
you can’t decode me

The day someone decodes me
i know they will be proud of me
for what i was for what i am and
for i have promised myself to be.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Free Association.”

Today’s Prompt:

Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .

. . . home.

. . . soil.

. . . rain.

Use those words in the title of your post.

Love = Home

Mud  = Soil

Me = Rain

I need not explain any of these.. All speak for themselves.

I am going to elaborate just a bit. All these words put together today remind me of my motherland.. India..  Home.. Soil.. Rain.. Today we celebrate our 66th Republic Day. As a fellow blogger posted on her blog NAMASTE . On this occassion there is a parade organised at Rajghat to potray the diversity in which India survives and believes. There happened to be a slight drizzle this morning just as the program began. But the event went on as organised and there was not as much a frown on the crowd gathered there.. sure umbrellas and raincoats made their appearences but the overall spirit remained cheerful.

Rain and delight.. Hmm.. A lot of people love rains.. but my association with it runs a bit stronger.. My name.. Varsh-a means rain in hindi.. So rain and myself are inseparable. 🙂 And the smell of wet mud.. everytime it rains in my view cannot be replaced by the fragnance of the most expensive perfumes ! Some people think its crazy.. But i love it ! Everytime it rains it makes me want to run out of the closed enclosures into the open and dance in the rain. And i personally think there is a lot to learn from rain..

Here are a few snapshots from the republic day parade today.

.Prime Minister Narendra Modi, President Barak Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama

The make in India tableau.

The state tableau of Rajasthan

                      The state tableau from West Bengal.

   The state tableau of Karnataka.

How come i am back so soon?.. I found the prompt small and easy.. and was also in a spirited mood.. so posted today.. Happy republic day !


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Moment in Time.”

Today’s Prompt: What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it. (No story behind the photo? Make one up, or choose the last picture you took that had one.)

The last picture i took and the story behind it… that is.. its the story of my life..

So i have two siblings.. we share the same age, same house, same diseases, same grudges, same birthdays and same parents. 😛  If you didnt guess it by now.. let me lay it up for you.. We are TRIPLETS!! Yes.. Two boys and a girl.. and we dont look alike.

The LEGEND goes that the doctors thought my parents were gonna have twins.. but at the time of delivery miraculously three of us were born. 😀 The doctors were surprised and so was my family. When my mom was informed about it.. she told “i always knew there were three.“ Love you mom!!

I love to hate them but cant imagine life without them.


Thats us.. 😀

So we know each other even before we were born.. from the time we were embryos. We are as close as mauve is to purple.. but you know a tad bit different.

I happen to be the odd one out.. cause i am the girl. The boys find common grounds to talk, fight and PLAY. While i am stuck in a corner doing my own thing. People who know me call me a tomboy. I dont find myself indulged at ALL times in girly stuffs.. thats how it is being raised with two psychotic brothers. I dont remember actually playing with a doll. My mom tells me that when they once brought me a doll.. when i was figuring out what to do with it.. my bros came along.. and all of us together mutilated it. Poor doll. I mean thats how closely knit we are. One starts doing something and the others tag along.

“What strange creatures brothers are!”
― Jane Austen

All three of us have huge fits of rage.So if one starts its like world war III. Every time someone has to intervene to break the fight and ask us to cool it down.We dont even utter the word sorry! And we are back again to our normal selves. Its not like we sheepishly say.. “Hey.. wassup.. forget whatever happened?“ Its more like.. “You jerk! I will beat you up some other day! Just go and complete your damn assignment.. i threw the one you did into the garbage!“

We dont benifit from backmailing eachother like other siblings do. In my whole life i dont ever remember any of us trying that trick. Whatever the reason. Its always between us. Trying to help each other out or sometimes plunging them into more trouble!! 😀

They know the exact strings to pull to melt your heart and get their work done.

Three is always a crowd. Wherever we are we are always together.. so most of the times i dont find myself interacting with others cause i have this group around me which is comforting for any situation.

Its been twenty long years and we still havent mudered eachother. I guess that a great achievement. Believe it or not but we have been together for twenty freaking years.. every day of our lives.. except one week when they had to attend some tournament. So i think its a great achievement.

I have never met anyother triplet in my life. I am hoping to find one before the end of my life and compare our experiences. 😛

So the last picture that i took was three of us together. Here it is.. Thats me in the middle..


“We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.”
― Erma Bombeck

Eternal struggle


Thoughts trapped inside my brain
Are the culprit of terrible pain
That erupts within my heart
And causes it to split apart.

Thoughts trapped inside my heart
Are the culprit of terrible pain
That erupts within my brain
And causes it to split apart.

The two most baffling organs which continue to perplex and disorient us on our quest for clarity, while we give our all to pull it together.

Which of them are we to follow to lead a happy and contained life? Its highly unlikely that i will be finding the answer..

I came into this world crying…


Stumbling mumbling here I am rejoicing ,
kicking and growing without you knowing ,
that I am giggling, with someone called my sibling,
Living in this home for 9 months
I have, really find it soothing ,
When you;re singing ,
a lullaby for me .
When you are sleeping ,
The only sound I hear is of your heart beating ,
So far so good is what I am thinking,
But now i sense a new profound feeling ,
With you trying trying and trying ,
I came into this world crying …