"A labyrinth of Unpolished Scribbles"

  In the bustling corridors of my workplace today, I inadvertently found myself in the midst of a heated exchange between two colleagues – a man and a woman. What unfolded before my eyes was not just a clash of egos but a painful reminder of how deeply rooted societal norms can influence our daily interactions. As the conversation escalated, the gentleman's voice grew louder, prompting a swift and powerful response from the woman. "I don't want to listen to your nonsense, and stop raising your voice at me. Go home and vent your anger on your wife." Her words lingered in the air, leaving me both shocked and contemplative. What struck me the most was the unexpected normalization of a deeply troubling idea – that a man raising his voice at his wife is somehow acceptable. It raised questions about how certain societal norms continue to perpetuate harmful stereotypes, even in the supposedly progressive setting of a modern workplace. The incident prompted me to reflect on t

  You are my king and the best thing happened in my life; lucky to be your wife. Everything you do when I feel blue makes me feel better, nothing else matter. The way you console could heal my soul. When I'm down you put me the crown, just after a while brings back that smile. Since the time we know, together we grow the sense of unity till eternity, the love and care and the bond we share is so pure and will endure. It grows stronger; stays longer. So deep the affection a true connection. Looking at the wedding band Oh! It says 'my husband ', with the shaking feet my heart skips a beat reminds me of the day when we said, hey! the first time we met I will never forget. The verandah, where it all began, I swear, our life unfold a story untold. The moments I have known, all of them, our own. I have no words to say See! we have come a long way. From being 'just friends' to 'best friends' and to lovers the story uncov

  The naughtiest ones, powerful than guns, they can just talk and cause havoc. Always ecstatic at times dramatic. They are the rule breakers, call themselves the trouble makers. Jokes apart; so dear to my heart. I was there from the beginning, couldn't be a part of the final inning making me feel sad, at the same time I'm glad for their new ride and with pride I could say, "my kids anyway". I know them so well, that I could tell their tricks and lies by looking into their eyes. For the love they shower, I'm thankful ever. Since day one the endless fun, at the foot of the hill in the evenings; dark, chill green and fair waiting to hear 'Are you free for a coffee'? That is all that matters when everything shatters. Gazing stars at night in the pale blue light having conversations so intense, that doesn't make any sense. Even the walls tell stories of their past glories. Teaching them was a task, it is too much to ask for them to learn that was my biggest