Motivational story

Just the other day I was lying on my bed and wasting away(as I mostly do). My eyes were closed and I was deep into thought about a book I am writing. I was thinking about the characters and stuff when a strong sharp pain pierced through my stomach.. And my line of thoughts broke and I was focused on the pain. It was very fierce and almost intolerable.. There was no one in the room and I was devoid of any strength to take the effort of going to the table and take my meds. So I did what my mother would make me do when ever I had gastronomical problems(which I had a lot when I was young, now very rare) I played on my stomach closed my eyes and relaxed. I tried thinking about the project I had to sub!it the next week. ...Shit....I almost forgot..thanks to the rats in my stomach... And in a while it was alright the ache stopped and I felt fine.
But I was struck by the lightning of wisdom!
There was a pain in my stomach and I barely knew why it happened and how it stopped. I live in this body and I hardly know how it is functioning and how everything is intact and in its place. I can control my blood flowing or my heart beating.I can't make it stop...I barely know its happening. Our mind does all the thinking and we are not conscious about how our body functions like it is meant to be free for doing other things. But what other things?
It is for us to decide,but one thing is for sure.. Everything is for a reason. We should make our lives count and do anything from falling into a rut.

I got up and switched on my laptop...

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A bimbo chic or a spunk babe ? What guys prefer ?

Just like everything else in the world something's last and some don't... And out we definitely know that most don't.  A perfect relationship is what most women secretly desire yet never confront and I speak this as a first hand witness of being a women for over 21years now. We play cool, pretend to not fall for a guy and swore almost rhetorically to never never like EVER fall in love. But deep down a hidden desire furnishes itself as we walk through life with a ridiculed attitude. When all we want is some flowers , chocolate and a cute V.V. big teddy..

But what do guys want? Would they fit in with a sexy chic who cares more about her good hair day or a girl who is too lost in her books and life that she has no time to look towards the outside world or even out of her window for that matter.

So now I will jot down a list of 10 things of things guys like assuming I have done all the researches and read various other books... And what is next is a miracle... You change yourself and become a queen of every guy's heart.
Surprise! Surprise! There is no such list anyone can ever provide you.
The only and the only thing you can do to attract better guys and have long lasting relationships is by IMPROVING YOURSELF TO BE A BETTER VERSION OF YOURSELF.

And this actually works . Believe me ! I have tried it myself.
It includes doing the following things(and I finally have a list! A more realistic one off course)

1. Love yourself. Embrace your company more than anything else. It is the only thing you will have till the end.

2. Become a better person in your own eyes than anyone else's. You try to impress the entire world and you end up with the least amount of self satisfaction.
3.Travel. This is the best thing you can do as a single women. A survey conducted by the ET (economic times) says that one of the top regrets a women has after marriage is not having traveled much when single.

Saying that doing the above things will land you in the arms of your dream man won't be honesty in the strict sense. But they will certainly make you a happier person. 😊

Of women who prefer books over everything

Of women and patriarchs…
We are the days of today , the night of tomorrow
The forever the whenever the what ever of things and people…
We love books,.
Old pages with rhetoric smell chastises us.. Its almost orgasmic…
Books are better than people,. They Are simpler and have a single face…
The masochistic double standards remain absent from our lives and minds and hearts…
We the women of tomorrow… we the women of today
We get lost in the windings of books as one life was never enough for us
We meet men and compare them with our literary heroes and fantasies…
Breakup. Cuts… contusions…  pain heart break..love hate..hate ..love.. Belief  broken trusts…lies
but its never their fault really for our high expectations
For women who prefer books over pubs are the real women…

SHE KNEW HE WOULD HURT HER.

She lay unconscious on the floor, unaware that the devil was approaching her again. Then it hit her , with all the power he had  snatched away her morality and belief. He tore her clothes into pieces and raped her again. She did not protest this time she was too weakto . He took it all away, her credence, her sanity, her viscosity, her body and at most her soul. She was a blissful soul once, the monster took it all away. He broke all the barriers with her. He did not consider her a person; all he knew was that she was a body he had to use to fulfil his physical needs. After satisfying his organ, he said, ‘bitch, you are no fun now,’ and left.

She lay there bearing all the excruciating pain that she felt. It was nothing; the physical pain was nothing when she compared it with the pain in her soul. It felt as if someone had stabbed her heart. She was numb and yet so ferocious. She wanted to stand up and hit him yet her legs felt weak, she looked at herself in the mirror and remembered how beautiful she used to be.

She was from a town in Madhya Pradesh, beautiful and pure like dawn. As she grew, everyone started praising her beauty, many rich gags wanting to marry her. But her heart was reserved for one , he was a guy from her own town. She told this to her best friend who was envious of her but was very good at hiding it.She was very happy, her parents too were glad for her daughter. AS there little girl was going to be a women in a few days. She went to the biggest shop in the town to buy her wedding dress. Her bliss was visible on her face and the shimmer in her eyes said it all. She bought the most beautiful dress in the shop; it made her look like a princess. But destiny struck her, the guy she was going to marry left her, her best friend told the guy false stories about her. The guy doubted her character and left her. Her best friend ditched her. This news spread like forest fire in the whole town. The once beautiful girl, loved and adored by all was now a symbol of shame. She was boycotted as people believed her friends false stories. Her parents knew the truth they supported her in hard times. But she had lost all hopes of a bright future. Betrayal of her mate and friend hit her hard, she would cry for innumerable hours. But tears neither lessened nor healed her agony. There was only one way out now and that was killing herself. She could not bear the disrespect her name had brought to her parents, the taunts they had to hear because of her. Slitting her nerves, hanging herself from the fan, lying on the tracks of a train so that it would end her life, speculating the ideas to kill herself, she could not decide on one. Each one seemed same to her, or nothing, ending her pain was all she wanted.  But then fate it was, she thought, that a rich man from other town approached to marry her. Her parent’s happiness knew no boundaries, they agreed without any second thoughts. They wanted their daughter to have a normal life, and so in haste they did not scrutinize anything about the man.  She got married and her life turned into hell. He was a man In forties, double her age and was a wretch. She could never go back to her parents’ house , for she did not want to see the same pain on their face again.

‘Bring me food ‘she heard a loud voice. Once long time back she wanted to kill herself , for the fault of a guy , again she was having same thoughts. But why should she suffer; why the cruel society kill her, there was no fault of hers. Feeling a new zeal in her, she stood up, picked the knife in the kitchen, and stabbed the monster, not once or twice but multiple times. He died, she lived.