Mystery Blogger Award

Hey guys,

With immense happiness and gratitude, I would like to share with you all that, I’ve been nominated for the Mystery Blogger Award. Happiness because this is my first ever nomination, and gratitude towards the ones who believed that I am fully capable for​ this honour.

A great thanks to Kamakshi Verma (, to think of me as a deserving one for this nomination. If someone writes with beauty and passion alike, then her blog is one to look out for. Do visit her blog, you won’t be disappointed.

What is Mystery Blogger Award?

The Mystery Blogger Award is an award for amazing bloggers out there with ingenious posts . Their blog captivates and motivates . They are one of the best out there and they deserve every recognition they get ! Its for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging ; and they do it with love and passion . 

This award was created by Okoto Enigma.

Rules of the Award :

  1. Display the award logo on your blog .
  2. List the rules of the award .
  3. Thank the blogger who nominated you & provide a link to their blog .
  4. Mention the Creator of the award .
  5. Tell your readers three things about yourself .
  6. Answer 5 questions from the nominator .
  7. Nominate 10-20 bloggers.

Three things about me:

1. I am 20-years old (Indian) and currently pursuing a bachelor’s degree in Mass Media

2. I aspire to be a journalist. (particularly, sports journalist)

3. My friends say, I have a great sense of humour.

The answers to my nominators question:

1.What made you start your blog ? How has it changed your life ?

Honestly, starting a blog was just a casual thing for me at first. I started writing, because some of the professors at my college advised the journalist aspirants like me to take up blogging. But gradually, it turned into a habbit, then hobby and eventually my passion. Writing gives me profound joy. Starting my blog was the best thing ever, because it helped me find my own worth. It made me realise my capabilities. And the most beautiful thing about blogging, people have started recognising me as a writer. This alone is a great feat for me. 

2. What is your life motto ? Explain .

I strongly believe in being positive. Half of the problems in our life are resultant of a pessimistic attitude towards life or even a person. And the beauty of a soul is reflected through a positive mind. Hence an optimistic view not only beutifies a soul but also the things around us. You may also think that, it’s not possible to stay positive all the time if the situations are worse. That’s when belief jumps in. Never lose trust in yourself. Always believe that no matter what, this is gonna pass and life would be a piece of happiness again. This sums up to, ‘Stay optimistic and believe in yourself’

3.What / who is your inspiration or ideal & why ?

My mother. I’ve never seen a woman as strong, kind-hearted, compassionate, loving and funny as my mom. The struggles that she endured in her life and the way she overcame every one of them, is simply commendable. I’ve never for once, heard her say something bad about the people who had hurt her in the past. Instead, she always spoke good of them. How can a person like her is living on the earth! I haven’t told her this, but she inspires me every day. My unfathomable love for her, drives me to achieve every damn thing and keep them at her feet.

4. What book/ movie would you recommend me to read or see respectively and why ?

Being an ardent admirer of classic movies, I would like you to watch the Rajesh Khanna- Amitabh Bacchhan starrer, ‘Anand’. It is one the finest movies to be ever made in India. It traces the life a cancer patient, Anand, who is about to die in a few months time. Despite of suffering with one of the most dreaded disease, he continues to live life to the fullest and tries to find happiness by bringing a smile on other’s​ face. After watching the movie, you will actually perceive life as a precious gift. The book that I would want you to read is my ultimate favorite, ‘The Kite Runner’ by Khalef Husseini. I have no words to describe the greatness of this book. Just remember that, the books that make you shed your tears, are not any inanimate object but it has life. 

5. Which Marvel superhero would you like to be and why ? What personalizations would it gain?

I would rather watch Glenn McGrath delivering a killer bouncer than a Spider-Man travelling over buildings through web. Not exactly a great superhero fan, but if I had to make a choice, it would be Spider-Man ( forget my previously joke on him, I had to choose). I mean, he was a reliable friend, a passionate lover (bad for Mary Jane for she didn’t notice it early), and an amazing human being. I loved the fact that despite of surrounded with many struggles in his own life, he didn’t back off from saving the world. That’s how selfless people are. One thing I really wanted him to be, was socially confident and be able to speak up his mind. 

The bloggers, I further nominate are:


Questions for the nominated bloggers:

  1. What’s the one thing you would like to change about yourself?
  2. Do you like books being adapted into movies? Why?
  3. What’s your perspective towards life?
  4. Which superpowers you would like to posses? Why?
  5. Recommend me some your favourite books and movies?

Eagerly waiting for you guys to respond!

Keep writing! Keep reading😊

Happy blogging 💞

Thank you, 

Purnima Thakur.❤


The daughter you loved.

You had once said, that as you held my tiny hands, every pain, the sorrows and regrets faded away.

You had once said, that I look like an angel, creating magic with my ever-calming smile.

You had once said, that you cried like a child, seeing me in a school uniform for the first time. For you never wanted me grow up and forever stay as your little princess.

You had once said, that my husband didn’t loved me enough. As no other man could ever love me more than you do.

You had once said, you want to meet me in the next birth too. Not much to your surprise, I wanted the same.

And today Dad,

How could you just forget, what you had once said?

Is it not hurting for you to lose the daughter, you have loved the whole life?

For me, it hurts Dad!

It feels like, needles piercing me every hour. 

I break into million pieces every day, when you refuse to recognize me.

Every tear from my eyes, pleads you. Pleads you to call my name, at least once. Pleads you to reminisce the moments and memories, that we had held so dear.


Why you seem so far from all of us and me, despite being so close?

Alzheimer’s is dreadful, for the person who just forgot the memories of his long life. Isn’t it saddening to learn that you don’t remember the days of your life? A life, where you always strived harder to make it memorable. A life, that’s not only made of your sweat and blood but with the people you have always loved. It’s heartbreaking for people whose parents don’t remember them. We lose our mind, if our one day out of the blue, our best friend ceases to talk with us. Imagine the plight the sons, daughters who lose their life, their parents to this disease.


Always keep the fire of passion burning in your heart. It’s the only thing that keeps you alive, amidst the battle of survival in this illusional world. You may survive or probably die, but your passion won’t. And that will be the last resort for you to conquer, whatever you desire. With passion you are a winner, but without it, you are nothing but a hollow shell. Be passionate enough to be able to survive or else, get ready to be dead. 


One fine morning, I woke up to an unusual quietness around. There was an uncanny and prickling silence in the house as well as outside. 

Though the birds were chirping but even their sound was different that day. From that moment onwards, I was sure that something was utterly wrong. 

My heart began to throb in an unusual pace and trail of shivers travelled through my entire body. In my mind, I was trying to stay pacified but the heart played a distinct tone. 

It refused to believe that nothing was wrong. It continued to stay amidst the smoke of its newfound fear. I could not work that day. So, I decided to take a day off from my job. 

But staying at home away from any human interaction made me more and more hapless. The thought of something terrible kept nibbling my mind. 

Moments later, my life took a somersault. I finally realised the reason for my dilemma and restlessness. A phone call, made my limbs stutter and I reached for the chair kept nearby for support. 

Within a day, my world came crumbling down like a pack of cards and the only thing that remained were the memories.

Two days later, I was to receive the body of my husband who was martyred in a combat operation with the terrorists at the border.


You don’t deserve.

You don’t deserve to get lost, in the sea of obscurities.

You don’t deserve to be hopeless, with your wounded wings.

You don’t deserve a soul, that is complete shattered and tattered.

You don’t deserve a heart, broken beyond the imagination.

You don’t deserve to be the prisoner, of your unmemorable past.

You don’t deserve the rueful eyes, of the people that never cared enough

You deserve something more, something bright.

You deserve to fly high, above the mighty clouds.

You deserve the spring as well as the rain.

You deserve the soothful winter mornings. 

You deserve the colourful skies of summer evenings.

You deserve to be loved, immeasurably.

You deserve everything beautiful

You deserve the peace of your soul.

The dream got worse

Some creepiness is haunting me. My nightmare seems to have no end and I am completing clueless on how to pull myself out from this mess. My legs are trembling continuously. 

Now, my whole body is shuddering and the sight in front of my eyes is murky. It appears to me like a thick winter fogg. Copious tears are unceasingly flowing down my eyes. 

That thing is following me but I am not sure, what it actually is. I am running, harder and faster. Wait! What! That’s a cliff! I try to stop but unfortunately, can’t. The creepiness would knock me down. 

Just then, I hear a loud thud behind me. I turn back, but I am not able to see anything clearly because it’s still foggy out there. 

From nowwhere​, someone catches a hold of my hands and take me into its arms. It was like the safest place in the world. 

I raise my head slightly to take a look at the face. Oh! It’s him. He has come back to save me. I kiss him as tears are still finding their way down my cheeks. I tighten my grip around him and he does the same. 

Its like finding light in darkness and silence in the chaos. I was relieved that the creepiness is no longer following me. I rest in his arms, peacefully. 

Our moment of intimacy was broken by an annoying sound. And I wake up with sweat dripping down my neck and sending a wave of sheer chill down the spine. 

It was just a dream. I was happy that my ordeal was over but also sad. As I realised that, he was not back. And he won’t be anytime soon. This dream was more of a heart break than a nightmare.