Sixth letter

Dear You,

I keep writing poems for you, stories of us living in a fairy tale. I write letters to you all day long, of which words look empty, sad and desolate.

Sometimes, it feels like they would die of so much of sadness in them.

My sister wants to read the poems and letters but I won’t let her. She insists, but still I won’t let her touch any. I’ve started liking the colour blue more. Because that’s what I feel most of the day now.

When the darkness creeps in it becomes strangely calmer. At night, I give up the weight of the world on my shoulders and sleep peacefully.

And then I dream of you, where we are still together, our eyes never leaving the sight of each other. Not even once. Where I try to give at least half of the love that you give me, that I didn’t do for real.

I try to not hurt you, like I did for real.





Many a times we fail to realise our mistakes until the consequences of those start hitting on us. And then we start regretting over them. We start thinking how we could have done it differently.

Some try to not regret and work on making them right instead. But some just don’t find enough courage to even face their mistakes.

At the end, it’s all about the choice. Either we could try harder and make our present regret-free or just sit sulking around in a corner doing nothing, probably mess up everything. Remember, it’s all about the choice you make for yourself.

To the one who never said sorry

I used to spent my days sulking over the fact that despite of being the cause of my sadness, you never dared to utter a simple ‘sorry’. It was always easy for you but for me, every minute was like a torture in hell.

I was never able to digest your happiness and cursed my fate for days like these. I hated every single thing about you. My heart was always burning in the volcano of anger. They were volcanoes.

But I also realised that, how all these things made me the most unhappy person in the world. This was killing me but I won’t let it happen. Because, you still didn’t care enough. My dreams, feelings, tears nothing mattered to you.

So, I decided to let go. I let go off my hatred for you. I let go off the fire of anger and disappointment and I was no longer going to curse my fate for you. Because my soul, deserved peace.

I have decided to step down and move on. But stepping down doesn’t mean that I lost anything, instead I found everything that I was always looking for. I was able to look around for people who really mattered to me and you were not the one. Anymore.

To the one who was never sorry, I forgive you.


The day you left was like a apocalypse waiting to happen for a long, long time.

My entire world came crumbling down, the moment you said goodbye.

As you left, a part of me also went along with you.

I craved, not for that part but for you.

But, I don’t regret letting you go.

You wanted to change my individual existence. You wanted to crush my identity, that I had established after eons and eons of toiling. And this, wasn’t possible.

I know, only magic can help me to forget all your memory.

But one thing that I could be always proud of is, I don’t regret letting you go.


Naive, simpleton as she appears,

But at heart, she is a wildflower,

Braving the ravenous cold winds and,

The tempestuous storms, all by herself.

She’s worth all the love around her,

Her tears are no ordinary; 

Every drop from her penetrating eyes 

Resemble the pearls in an oyster.

Vivacious and passionate she is,

Her presence is like a wisp of fresh air,

But has a mind, filled with madness

Of her electric personality.

She deserves to be placed amongst the, 

Blazing stars, out there in the sky.

She has the rage of the Sun,
And the calmness of a Moon.

Naive, simpleton as she appears,

At heart she is a wildflower.

Jersey No. 7

Mahendra Singh Dhoni: a person who has the supernatural powers to stay calm and compose under every circumstance, not found in any other human being on the earth.

To the captaim who inspires millions,

To the captain who is loved by all.

I am probably short of words to describe the qualities and greatness of one of the best cricket player in the world, our captain Mahendra Singh Dhoni (fondly called, Mahi). So, I just leave you all with my favourite Dhoni moments.

His trademark long locks. Come-on, tell me who could have pulled this style with such flamboyancy!

The magical six! (World Cup 2011)

I’ll tell you what happens after this. He takes the trophy, hand it over to other players and then get lost among the crowd. Such humbleness!

I badly want to see him celebrate like this again!

Yesssss!! That damn smile!

To the People’s Captain,

Happy Birthday, Captain Mahendra Singh Dhoni!

The Shooting star

Velvety black sky,

Illuminated by the luminous white moon,

Millions of stars ornated the cloudless canopy, embellishing it more.

Down there, I sat in silence,

Profusely crying for someone,

Who was once, mine

The brightness of the night,

Seemed like a curse to me, on my fate.

Just then, I spotted a shooting star,

Followed by its long shiny trail,

Bidding goodbye to the farm,

Where it had always stayed.

Up there, it was still radiant.

The moon didn’t lose its glow and the stars continued to beam

I chided at the thought of the sky, for not crying

Over losing of one of its precious gem.

Have the sky, moon and stars perfectly learned the art of ‘to let go’?

Have they, really?

Of winning and losing

You’ve been fighting through a lot of battles right now. Your eyes, hands, feet are near exhaustion and you are constant struggling to find a way in the dark. 

Man! But don’t you ever give up. You are probably hoping to search for the light at the end of the tunnel. You are hoping for the shore to appear from nowhere. You want things to end as soon as possible. 

Why not try something else? Instead of finding the light in the gloom, be the light. Shine as bright as you can. So dazzling, that even your eyes should not be able to bear with that. 

Fight with the choppy waves and plan your own way. Don’t just go with the flow. Break the rules. You were not always meant to win every battle that comes along your way. 

Yes, you may lose some too. That must stop not you from taking the chances. 

But, don’t ever give up. 

Don’t you once, put your weapons down.

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.