SOCIAL MEDIA FAST: I left social media for 45 days

It sounds interesting or boring when you read, ‘SOCIAL MEDIA FAST’, that all depends on you, and I will share my experience of not using the social media platform for 45 days. It was a fun time indeed, as I did a lot of things at once. I am proud of myself that I made my days productive. 

There are only two possible ways why you go on social media fast. 

1. YOU ARE IN A NO NETWORK ZONE
2. BY CHOICE

By choice, it is somehow difficult as it tests your patience to what level you cannot use any social media platform because most of the people ahead of you, like your family, friends, or colleagues, might be using it.

So, how this thought came to my mind?

It was not the first time that I uninstall all my social media apps. But, yes for a long time, I did not do it. I checked my phone setting, and there was a screen time for each app. I saw the screen time for WhatsApp, which was around 3 hours a day on average, and Instagram was 2 hours a day. I calculated other apps as well and found I am using my phone more than 6 hours a day that is equivalent to a peaceful sleep.

My goodness!

It is not just my story as I feel many people are leading me in this race.

I realized that I have to take a break from all these and focus more on reality. I uninstalled WhatsApp on 16th Sept 2020, and in a few days, I uninstalled Instagram as well. 

Initially, it was not difficult for me to live without these apps. But as days were passing, I was missing WhatsApp and Instagram icon on my phone. On my way to media fast, there were few challenges like my exams were there, and I had to connect with my classmates and the college group to be in touch with the exam updates. At that time, my mother helped me as she joined my college group, and she was updating me on whatever was happening through her WhatsApp.

I managed to appear for my exams and cleared all my papers. 😊

I am also doing Job. And, I connected with my boss and seniors through skype (There was nobody available on Skype apart from office staff). 

How I made my days Productive?

I started writing a journal book in which I listed all the tasks that I wanted to complete in a day. (I will share that journal writing in another article). By the end of the day, the ticks gave me satisfaction (Ye Bhi Kia, ye hogya, tick, tick, and tick)

In my free time, I was following my hobbies and interests, along with learning new things. Moreover, it was fun to prepare the checklist a day before. 

I bought baby saplings and took good care of them. My money plant has grown so long with beautiful leaves. Here are some pictures from my balcony and window gardening

Green ❤

Many times, I was waking up early so, here is a picture from my window

I did calligraphy as well; I will show you some more later.

First page of my diary

As per my views, what advantages I found in not using social media platforms are – 

1. If you have a task to complete, SOCIAL MEDIA FAST will speed you up.
2. PRODUCTIVITY will increase
3. You can spend more TIME with your FAMILY.
4. You get more time to IMPROVE YOURSELF.
5. You don’t get affected by what others are doing – I feel what people show you in their stories is not the reality. There are some who just “show-off” or “want our attention”.
6. You start using TEXT messages and EMAIL to connect.
7. I made challenges list and started doing some of them.
8. Peaceful sleep as you do not surf on social media unnecessarily.
9. Give rest to your beautiful eyes.
10. You get to know WHO CARE for you – In this era, it is usual that we drop a message and think our duty to be in touch is done. Even I got calls from some of my friends who asked me where I am, but there were few who I did not care about me. I uninstalled social media apps, but my number was active 😛  

 Disadvantages that I felt

1. Difficult to connect with some necessary people from the workplace or college

There will be other disadvantages as well, but genuinely I felt this one.

Social media is a good place to connect with people you know, you never know, or you wanted to know. And, as it is said, everything has its advantages and disadvantages. It up to you how you pick up things for yourself.

Thank you for giving your valuable time to read the article. If you had done anything like this, you can share your experience in the comment section. Also, you can share your views regarding this article.

Happy Blogging 😊

Omit The Passe In Her

The soundless scream inside her heart,
Her soul caged in the red dot of the dart,
She hides her beauty, under her lipstick
Her eyes speak loud about her stake.
Did she know who he was?
The man, she thought, would never rift her heart.
Came to her day, dreams of the night,
For the innocence, she carries in her smile.
He dazed her, with his charm,
Engaged her, into his potent
Seduce her every part, with his lingering eyes.
She forthright to make him, her sweetheart.
He gifts her, the red scarf, and strawberries fill a jar.
Kisses her mouth, doped her senses
She surrenders everything to him.
One day, instantaneously, he was gone, who had promised to stay, not vamoose any day.
Her thoughts were certitude, or is it an illusion?
She covers her face, concealed in his memories, cried overnight, could not decide what to do and where to go!
What is her mistake, that she loved the temporal feeling with him or gazed the unseeing trait of him?
Now, she is precocious, as it is hard for her to trust this world. Those were the Nadir days of her life; her hibernation was not audible to anyone.
She kept working on herself, overtly welcomed the positivity in her life, and tried to find those little missing smiles.
Well, what happened was not her mistake, it was a phase that taught her to be stronger than before, gratis her fear, entered into the skin of fortitude and enamored of the beauty in her.
Today, her face has a winsome smile, and she has regained it all by herself.

©Rashmi Tiwari

WHAT IF?

A book on the table that reads

“Something that can change your heart, something that is magical”

“All these statements look good in fiction, not in reality,” she said.

“Have you tried the what-if technique?” I asked.

“What is that by the way?” she said.

“Ahaan! See, in this way you have to imagine yourself in a place that you always want to be”, he replied.

She was still looking in the books, even not trying to look into my eyes, and I was waiting for her. Even after so many years, she is still the same, the same girl who made me smile when I never wanted to. I never looked back, after I met her. She is my true happiness because when I imagine or think of her, I smile automatically. She is the epitome of unconventional love. I every day want to see her and want to keep her close to my heart.

“Imagine, what if, we are together, sleeping under the night sky, holding our hands. What you will do?” I said.

“What if I feel cold?” She replied.

“What if, we are so close that even cold cannot come in between us “, I said.

“What if, I ask you a silly question”, she said.

“What if, I would love to hear that silly question at 3 is, under the night sky, “I said.

“What if, our eyes met,” She replied.

“What if, I catch your sight, and start talking about the US,” I said.

“What if, the US is temporary, “She said.

“What if, we hold each other to make it eternal,” I said.

“What if, I cracked a joke,” She asked.

“What if, I tell you, that I am really bad at cracking jokes”, I said.

“What if, I spoke the three magical words, “She asked.

“What if, it is already spoken by your heartbeats,” I said.

“What if, I hugged you tightly,” She said.

“What if, that will be the beginning of our love,” I said.

“What if, it is already started,” she said and blushed.

“What if, we can live that moment, right now,” I replied.

“What if, we are living,” she said.

“Then, I will close your eyes and kiss you,” I said.

I gently kissed her lines of beauty and we were lost in our dreams.

She made me this smiling person. Thanks to all those lovely relations that uplift us in life. There are very few true relations, and learn to treasure them. Every phase is important to experience, even if it is love or heartbreak. Life will teach you all lessons, and yes, wait for surprises, life will bring you more from what you desire and more of what you deserve.

 

Random thoughts of Love

I am waiting for his call. It isn’t in my control, when or at what time he is going to call me. I miss him every day, you know just like the smile on a happy face. I miss his voice, I remember when I hear him for the first time. His voice was familiar, soft, calm and sweet like I have known him for ages. I asked him, “Did you like sweet?“.
He laughed and said, “No Lady, I don’t”.
I have seen him on a beautiful morning. He was leaving for his journey ahead. I really don’t like saying Good Bye to him.

I realise then, it requires a lot of patience and courage to be connected to someone who lives so far. I see people around me, dating just for fun, committing for the relationship, which is a temporary show, faking to someone who already is in deep love with you. What I should say to them?
The only one faith that is LOVE for your love, which connects you with him/her. It’s a powerful energy, which can uplift you to become the best version of yourself. It is a magical experience if you are in love with the right person.

He is the right one for me. He left for his work and I collected the beautiful memories of him. I recalled every small moments with him, which made me so happy. The feeling of happiness, home is in his arms – left side where I can keep my head and listen to his heart beat. The aroma of his body. I love him, I love his thoughts, which shaped me into a beautiful and a strong woman.

The few links in the long distance is how much connected you are. Can you understand me even if I don’t speak what actually happened to me?

He says to me, “Jaha Dil lag Jaye, waha Dimag nhi lagana chaiye”(There should not be brain where there is a heart). From where exactly you get these thoughts?

A long distance should never be disturbed by a third person, even it’s family or friends.
Stop questioning him/her or yourself in terms of degrading your ability. Your relationship is in your hand. You can make it lovely or destroy it within few seconds. Releasing negative thoughts are really important. If you think, it’s not gonna work, it’s really not gonna work. If you approach any relationship with positivity, even a bitter relationship can transform into magical.

Yes, he is a musician , I am his instrument, while he plays using his fingers. It’s a sound of pleasure and love. I can feel it, it’s an epitome of love and precious to me.

Let me see you, after my long journey in transformation into a beautiful and positive person. He is a gift from Universe that has been answered in my prayers.

Every love story is beautiful, finding love in life is real present from God. Those who don’t have love right now in their life, wait patiently, it’s on the way, the deep love is within you, find it and embrace it.
Love you All 😊

© Rashmi Tiwari

Chhath Puja – Festival of Beliefs

Chhath Puja is the ancient Hindu Vedic Festival celebrated in Indian states of Bihar, Jharkhand, Uttar Pradesh, West Bengal and some regions of Nepal  The Chhath Puja is a festival of power and beliefs. The puja is dedicated to Sun and his wives Usha, Sandhya in order to thank them for their existence which is prospering the life on earth and to request for granting certain wishes.
The most important thing that, this Puja doesn’t involve idol worship.

This festival is celebrated on Kartika Shukla Shashthi which is the sixth day of Kartika month. That is why it refers as “Chhath”-on the sixth day . It is also celebrated in the month of Chaitra.

The puja consists of four days. This include of holy bathing, fasting and performing Vratta(abstaining from drinking water), standing in water for long period of time and giving “Arghya” to the setting and rising sun. The first day of Chhath Puja starts exactly after 4 days from Diwali, known as “Naha-Kha”. The devotees(performing the Vratta) take bath and prepare food which consists of rice, dal and bottle gourd(pure veg).

The second day of Chhath Puja is known as Kharna. Vratti’s keep fasting for the day without even taking water. In the evening they prepare kheer(rice with milk) and roti. They eat the kheer-roti after doing puja to rising moon and Goddesses Ganga. This is the only time when Vratti’s eat or drink anything from starting day till the last day of Chhath.

The third day of Chhath Puja is the festival day. The devotees performed nirjal vrath(without eating and drinking), which consists of going on river bank and giving argha to the setting sun. In argha they offer fruits, tekhua, ghajur in kalsup. After giving argha they make a kosi(consists of sugarcanes(5) in a tent shape, an elephant made up of earthen soil, lighten Diyas and keep puri on them).

The fourth day is the final festival day. The devotees give argha to the rising sun in morning reaching to the bank of river. This fast lasts upto an overall of 42 hours without food and water. That is why those who do this fast are with powerful souls and treated like god. This festival is performed by both women and men.
This is the only festival which signifies both rising and setting sun.

Chhath puja is above the concept of Murti Pujan that is very common in the Hinduism. Some people believe “Sun is necessary for living, for every creature on Earth. This festival is the only way to thank the nature”.

There is a strong believe in this Puja that Chhath Maiya fulfil the wishes of everyone(related to anything) if prayed with all heart.

 

I am lucky that in my family my Iaa(Dadi), Maa, Papa, Chachi’s, Fua, Mausi do this Vrath. It’s a blessing to see Chhath Puja. May Chhath Maiya showers her peace and blessing to everyone.

© Rashmi Tiwari

Where were you ?

So, hidden in Iceland, chaotic of your self.
*Where were you?*
I was finding, standing alone on the bridge, which had time for the train to come. I wait for you every day! For you to return. I still have the time in the mind of what we had.
*Where were you?*
Have you ever thought that I might be waiting for you? The smell of your body remains in me. Have you ever discovered why its just me? Why haven’t I moved on, why I am still waiting? Waiting for you, who’s just not me.
*Where were you?*
When I needed you the most, I cried whole nights, and my pillow was holding me there. There is a need for love from you. But you are finding the right stars in the wrong place. If you have got me, then why finding the reason to leave?

© Rashmi Tiwari

THROWN AWAY

The One Way Talks

Due to one he was thrown away from everyone.
Due to one he was thrown away to everyone.

Two Lines, very different but one thing in common “BREAKING OF TRUST”

Dec 13th, 2017
There was a girl upset in the corridor, who is she, who is she?.,

A curiosity of you did I sneak
my entire world went at peak
came and stand by your side
when your mind was upset aside.
Our feelings accidentally fell on each other
I thought we were bound to be together.

You faked yourself and faked your friends
I had to be with them for the sake of yourself.
Cause of you my heart depart
I was thrown away apart.

STILL I WAS LITTLE HAPPY.,

Even after everyone was there
I was happy that your were there.
Somewhere accidentally got few stares
but your true feelings were un-aware.

Feb 18th, 2018

You showed me…

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The Love Letter

“Letter came?,” I texted to Gauri.

“No yaar,” she replied.

Why am I waiting for this letter? There is a story behind this letter.

What is the fascination with writing letters?

According to me, letters are the best way to express one heart, and it is helpful for the introverts to pen down their feelings.

The letter I wrote to him in which I have described how from friendship my feelings have changed to crush.

When he was here in the same city, I never felt that way I was feeling now.

We met so many times had good memories together.

Eating together at weekends, endless talk about politics and back bitching about people.

He was the abettor to me.

When he told me that he is shifting to a new city, I was sad.

That sadness was queer and unmanageable.

After 2-months I came in touch with him because I was his friend, not the best friend. But for me, he was more than just a friend. With him, there was a spark that I was craving for, the way he understood me made the bond between us strong.

I wish the thoughts running in my mind are the same in his.

One fine, day he called me.

”Can I send you a letter?” He questioned.

”Oh! Yes, you can send me,” I answered.

I wish I could come there and tell him how much I love him

”I am sending cards to all my good friends. You are one of them. That is why I want,” he said.

”Okay! I will wait for it. By the way, I like writing a letter. I always wanted someone who can reply to me through letters,” I said, smiling.

”Wow. You never told me about this. I am letter sender-receiver kind off person,” he replied.

We had an hour phone call that day, and that was the long phone call I did with him. There were lots of similarities between us. Whenever we did not have anything to talk about, we discuss the similarities. I gave him my friend Gauri’s address because I was living with my family. Also, I did not want them to receive that letter.

So, that is why I was waiting for this letter. Somewhere I had an intuition that the letter is not just a simple piece of paper. It is going to be the expression of feelings handwritten, which I was expecting for very long.

After 4-days my friend Gauri texted me by sending a picture of that letter. And, I zoomed in the FROM portion, and his Name was there.

I was so excited to read that letter.

“Shall I open it for you 😛?” Gauri texted.

“No yaar. 🙈” I replied.

“Yes! I was just joking. I am not coming tomorrow. I am ill,” Gauri texted.

“😒” I texted.

In all this universe, when his letter came. This ma’am is now ill, and she lives far from my place. Ignoring my all anger, I messaged her.

“Take care, get well soon,” I texted.

I waited for another 3-days. All this eagerness was on peak.

Finally, my dear Gauri came. I took her college bag, took out the letter, and ran outside the class.

I found one empty classroom and sat quietly there.

Thoughts were running in my brain. What is the feeling? 

He could not express on the phone call?

That is how the letter was

*” Hi Beautiful,

When I was there. I could not felt the importance of yours in my life. I am missing you.

I miss how you used to call me whenever I was late in our meetings.

I miss how you adjust your hair while talking to me.

I miss how you laugh even on my lame jokes to make me feel good.

I miss how you sing sweet songs, which I have secretly recorded.

I miss how you look gorgeous with that nose pin.

I miss how you look beautiful with that one stroke of Kajal.

I miss how you handle me whenever I miss my family.

I miss how you take my advice before making any decision.

I miss how you share all your peace, anger, and disturbance with me.

I miss how you put your hand on my shoulder.

I miss how you care for me as a friend.

I miss you.

I miss everything about you.

A day has 24 hours, and at least 24 times, I have missed you.

Dear, I am sorry for not telling you earlier. But I am in love with you and with your soul.

I am in love with someone who knows I am not perfect but can make me complete.

Someone who has the clandestine quixotic tone

Someone who is the narcotic in my nerves and panacea to cure

Someone who is silent but has things to say

Someone whom I was not searching for

Someone who is the best fortuitous thing happened to me.

Someone who makes me forgot the whole world.

Someone who makes me happy all the time.

Someone who pays attention to my useless talk

Someone who is propinquity, to my soul

Now, I am changed because of you and becoming a more positive person in life. There was no appropriate way to express my feeling better than this. This letter is my proxy for you.

You know what, whenever I watch the night skies I found you dazzling around wearing the stars with the glow of the moon.

I left all my pains behind, and we drown into the ocean of love. Place where we imagined the day and night to be together.

It is all my state without you.

You are a description of love. I imagined every moment sleeping on your lap, listening to your melodious songs and you waving hands around my face.

You are the first home of my feelings where my imagination starts, and it never ends. I am all yours.

Also, I am waiting for your answer.

Your Lover Boy

(Written by heart, not by pen)”*

The last words written melted me. Finally, thank you, god, for fulfilling my wish. From where all this love he has shown?

Well, he is so good at writing that I never knew.

I called him.

“Hello. I got your letter,” I said.

“Finally. Can you send your answer through a letter?” He asked.

“Yes. I can. But, is it wrong to tell it now?,” I questioned.

“No, it is not wrong. You know what the emotions and feelings you express are through letters, and that becomes the treasure for long-distance lovers,” He said.

“What what? Long-distance lovers, huh !?” I replied.

“Ya Haan,” He giggled.

“Yes, I will write,” I said.

“Desperately waiting for it, OK bye. Please behave like an 80s people and do not do call-message till I receive your letter,” He said.

“OK! Bye Handsome,” I said.

After his romantic letter, it was my turn to reply to him in my way.

So, I wrote the first half of the letter is a simple way where I described how much I miss him after he left the city.

That is how my letter was

*” Hi handsome,

The letter, you wrote is priceless. The so-called treasure for the beginning of our love.

But, as the way, we had made that bond, and I have found that spark. And, for which I was craving for so long.

So, considering your love. It is beyond my imagination. There is a small hut in my heart where every morning, you are kissing on my forehead. Holding me tightly and then embracing me in your arms. As because of my short-height, I can hear your heartbeats expressing those lines you spoke to me.

I felt that there is telepathy between us. How we can connect and understand each other and somewhere in the heart it was that you have the same feelings for me.

I am not a romantic letter writer. The only answer to your letter is

I am all yours

I love the way you are.

I love the way you encourage me when I am low.

I love the way you relax whenever I overthink.

I love the way you wear a blue color at every meeting. (As Blue is my Favourite)

I love the way you ask me to drive, and you sit behind.

I love the way you said, long-distance lovers.

I love the real you.

I thank the universe for giving me, You.

Your Lover Girl

(Written while looking at our pictures)”*

That is how I end that letter by keeping my heart out.

I was not messaging him, neither he was. After 4-days he called.

“Hello. I am happiest when I am with you,” He said.

“Me too. So you got that letter,” I said.

“Yes, ma’am. I had this intuition that you love me. But, maybe destiny was in search of the right time. How things worked when we were together, we never felt the importance of each other,” He said.

“And now as we are apart. But, together,” I replied.

”Thank you for everything Miss,” He said.

“Thank you for that romantic letter,” I said.

“I loved your treasure as well, dear,” he said.

“Thank you, handsome,” I replied.

“In the letter, we expressed it. Now, Shall we say this to each other?” He asked.

“Yes. But I m somewhere outside,” I said.

“Can’t you speak those three magical words by going in the corner?” He questioned.

“Ok fine,” I said.

“I love you,” he said.

“Same to you,” I replied.

“You spoiler,” He laughed and said.

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We had a long call that day, and same to you had another meaning for him ❤

We wrote many letters after that letter. Still, the feeling for the first love letter is divine and novice.

❤

©Rashmi Tiwari

The Boy With Head Full Of Stars

Source: The Boy With Head Full Of Stars

The Dignified Aim

“I am married now,” I said.

 Kept the phone aside. This was the third call for me to play Ranji Trophy.

“I am really Sorry! If you want to go I won’t stop you” He said.

 Silence Surrounded.

I walked out of the room. Sat on the staircase. Tears were falling down.

 “Please! Don’t cry ” He said.

 “Just leave me alone, I want to spend some time alone,” I said.

Let’s start from the beginning

What is my fault? 

My first fault is that I am a girl. My second fault that I dared to play and the third fault that I dared to love.

This is Anjali Pandey. I am not that famous just a normal girl with some passionate dreams.

 Maybe my story would become boring for you. So read it at your own concern.

Counting with my fault.

I play cricket. 

I remember my first meeting with this game. My school ordered sports equipment’s and I was totally fascinated when I heard this. 

When I entered the room. 

First time in my life I saw many equipments together. There was a bat. My eyes were stuck into it. I hold that bat and gave a shot.

One of school coach applauded for me

 “Woah! Pandey . Nice shot” Coach said.

 “Sir! We will make a good girls cricket team” I said.

 “Sure !” Coach said.

 So, from that day cricket became my first love.

In starting it was just a game for me but after few years it became my Passion. 

Even my parents were against this game. When I was 16-year old I was selected for a state level camp. I was extremely happy at that time because I was going to take a step progress in my game.

I still remember that day.

/In 2009/

“I am selected for a state level camp,” I said.

 ” What kind of tournament?” Mom said.

 “I was waiting for this from long. I am selected for state level camp, they will give me training” I said.

 “And who told you that you are going?” Mom said.

 “You know the limits of a girl. By the way, the villagers were making stories about you. Your style of wearing clothes,  talking with boys and playing with them. This is how we have raised you? And now this state level camp this was the only thing left. Find a boy for her” Dadi shouted.

 She barely behaves that way.

But her words were like a sword for me. 

In few minutes it made me feel sad. 

When this society would motivate daughters like there sons !?

I am a girl it doesn’t mean I don’t have dreams. 

  All things were going wrong. Just one person was in my support. The support and protection, he is providing from the day I was born. My “Father”. 

“My daughter is no less than that of son. She will go for the state level camp. I don’t care what people think. My Anjali will go. She has that potential. I am sure she will make me feel proud one day. The thinking of society encourages her to do better and let her prove that she is the best ” Papa said.

/The creation of God is not only Mothers they are Fathers as well. The all time protector. I don’t have words to tell how much he supported me. By the time the only dream I had,  to make my father proud. So proud that he got recognition by my name/

 From the state level camp to national level camp. A number of tournaments. 

The awaited one  AWTCA tournament. I played live matches. I became man of the match by taking 4 wickets.

 Everything was going fine. I was doing good in my career and in my studies as well. I got the 1st division in my 10 and 12 standards.

 I hail from a small village Motihari in Bihar. In local newspapers updates about my matches were there. I was in love with my game. 

A beautiful life was waiting for me. Facing all the problems. I never thought of falling in love. But that also I did.

I was in love! Love in my life is beyond fairy tales and love stories in movies. It’s the reality in which I was living at that time. 

From the beginning, I had an essence of battle in my phases of life and I was in the love phase. 

Love marriages in India is a node division. Firstly to check whether the boy is from same religion that could easily be recognized by the first name. Secondly, to check he is from which caste? That could easily recognize by the last name. 

So in my case . Religion checked “Anubhaw”, a Hindu name. Then caste checked “Upadhyay” . A Brahmin match.

Some Kundali matching and that’s it.

That wasn’t so easy. In my case my parents were ready but the boy side wasn’t. 

Somehow he managed a family meeting for exclusive discussion of marriage. 

When I was in my room. I was normal. My sister gave me some tips about how to talk and how to behave like a “Sanskari” girl. As I always had a boy kind of look. 😉 

 “Come outside,” Maa said.

 I entered in the room. They were asking me questions related what you cook? Qualifications?

 “Any other interests,” His brother said.

 “Yeah! I am cricket national player” I said.

“I think playing and all is not good for our family. If u want to marry Anubhaw you have to leave cricket”. His bhabhi said clearly.

/* Cricket live in me! How can I leave cricket?  */

 “And there is no future for girls in cricket. They just do timepass ” His brother said.

 I was quiet but there was wrath in my mind. I wanted to speak something but I couldn’t. As Anubhaw told me that maybe they will say something against your game so just be calm and don’t overreact. I was doing accordingly.

 ” But she is a nice player, ” Anubhaw said.

 ” Do whatever you want? ” Bhaiya said arrogantly and left.

 In night I called Anubhaw.

“Everything normal?” I said.

 ” Will talk later?” He said.

 I wasn’t able to decide whether I should pursue my career or to be with Anubhaw who love me so much, who cares for me. There were endless thoughts revolving in my mind. 

 Early in the morning, I went for jogging. Obviously still the same things were coming. And finally, I decided to go with my love. I don’t know why I choose that but still, I wanted him. The second thought, to fight against everyone to follow my cricket dream and I won’t step back in that as well.

 Coming back to reality. Still i was sitting there. Before marriage I was strong, I had that potential to fight for my game. Now I have different priorities. I was still crying. Anubhaw came and hold my hand

“Go for the match! I will manage” He said.

 “What? Are you serious?”I said.

 “Look I will manage. I promised you. Remember? I will always support you and that is what I am doing”.He said.

 I was happy and scared as well. But when “He” was there. I was feeling strong. He was protecting me like my father.

I decided to go. One has to be strong enough to take such decision.

 The thing learned after that “If you are passionate about something you just have to do that without thinking about society”.

 There is no perfect time to start. The perfect time is right now. Whatever you do! Do it with hard work and positive attitude. 

After Indian Women Cricket team performance in world cup the status of “Women Cricket” has risen. They all are incredible. 

The message to society is to support “Her”.

To nullify all the differences between him and her. 

Let her achieve “Her Dignified Aim”.

Maybe she will make you feel proud one day 😉

 P.S-  Based on a true story of my Bhabhi! She is beautiful and generous. I adore her.

©Rashmi Tiwari