KARMA

Pink has always been my happy colour 🌸 Someone once asked me: How are you such a girl sometimes? . . And I was like sometimes? SOMETIMES? I am a girl. A feminist. A boss. A badass. A leader. A know- what-i- want kinda girl. A girl that has no tolerance for bullshit. But a girl that loves with all she's got. A girl that is not afraid of saying 'NO'. And loves herself immensely but knows she's full of insecurities. What's pink got to do with it?🌸 Stop being so hard on yourself. Let Go. Whatever it is; height, skin, colour, hair, weight, love, work - just let go. Not forever, not for amounts that you cannot function, but just for a moment... let. go. Let go, so you can feel light again. Let go, so you realise just how much weight you were carrying all this time. Let go, so you can laugh, even if it’s just at yourself Let go, so you can remind yourself how little we are - in the end, in the bigger picture, in this galaxy of galaxies. Let go, so you can pick it up agai...

You probably don't know me. But I know you, a little, Because he talks about you, more often than not. Whenever he reads a poem he wrote for you. He doesn't look me in the eye. And I understand why?.... I don't have to ears he wants to reach Whenever he talks about you. It feels like his mouth is... An overflowing basket of unwashed clothes Reeking of the days spent in your embrace. Sometimes when I guide him through the dance step He abruptly stops and walks away. To someone who wishes to put a comma after every word, every hug, every kiss. Wishing for sentence to never end, wishing for the love to never end. He looks at your pictures, like an impoverished chid looks at a family.Eating at a fast food joint from other side of the glass.Hoping that they'd turn around and look at him. Hoping that they'll ask if he's hungry. Hoping that they'll share their food and some love too. He spends his evenings alone in the balcony looking at the old couple. He adores t...

                               My Dear women! Whosoever said " Diamonds are a girls girlfriend" was lying to you, they clearly never had an army of girlfriends that physically stop you from drunk texting your ex on Saturday, may be they didn't know, that friendships are stronger and last longer then the 💎. The thing is I am quite tired of the conversation around engagement rings. You know when women say they're engaged, and it's met with "OMG, show me the ring?" Yeah, I hate to break it to you, but that's also patriarchy.🙅 It's extremely unfair to men in a society where we put that kind of pressure on them to prove their worth. The stereotype - 3 month salary on engagement ring in old fashioned. It's usually assumed that bigger the stone, the more status the man you're marrying has and while rich families may not feel the brunt of that tradition - it's quite a ridiculous requirement for a men to live upto....

I once dated a man who told me I lived in my own little bubble, where everything was a movie and things happened the way I wanted them to. He yelled in a fight "  you're life is not some fucking book, Ayushi" - what?????????....... His biggest problem with me usually was that I had dreams...... " Unrealistic dreams" according to him. He seemed so bothered by this bubble of mine. He wasn't the first man to have raised this you know, and he wasn't the last either. Most men made it a point to tell me I lived in a bubble. Infact it's not just men, even women would tell the same. But I routinely heard from the man I dated. Do you wonder why they thought I lived in a bubble? What was it that made my expectations in life...so unrealistic? The unrealistic notion in my head: " that I had a voice" Written by :- Ayushi sharma

I want to write about you, because that's what I do.  I pour out every feeling and emotion I have, effortlessly and shamelessly. But you..... There are twenty-six letters in the English alphabet. *Googles it* There are twenty-six letters in the English alphabet. And I haven't figured out how to arrange those mother fuckers to adequately explain. The way your smile makes my eyes leaky,  Or the way your laugh makes me forget to breathe, Or the way your face looks like forever, Or the way your voice is the one of the sweetest songs I've ever heard, Or the way the entire universe feels like a safer place, because you're in my orbit. I desperately want to write about you, But I haven't figured out how to do that yet. By- Ayushi sharma

  I found myself on Google. I typed: “How to kill myself and make it look like an accident”. Google pulled up a large number of results, and quickly. On the first page I read – “Making suicide look like an accident”; “what’s the best way to kill yourself but make it look like an accident”; “making a suicide like some random accident”; “top 20 suicide methods: fastest and painless suicide methods…” “For me, it’s less about death and more about ceasing the pain. It’s difficult to explain how death would make you feel more alive than ever. I wasn’t running from my problems. I was desperately searching for a way to conquer them.” “It wasn’t really about dying. It was about escaping unbearable pain when I couldn’t see any other option. And I was convinced everyone would be happier if I was gone, that I was doing them a favor by unburdening them. This is why guilt trips like ‘think of what you’re doing to your loved ones’ don’t work for me… I’m so grateful to still be alive tod...

People always talk about their first love. Sometimes it's the last love that really needs the talking. You, you are the kind of love that I have begun to believe lasts longer than my depression cycle. You, when I am black and blue and hurting, stand there with the lamp in between your eyes that shines  the brightest. Every time I try to extinguish it. You are a firefly, on a dark night, fighting against my demons and yours. You are a soldier, a mountaineer, a poet who doesn't always have it easy with his words. Your words burn hydrogen into helium like stars queuing up in the sky. You are the reason I have begun to believe that the sky is a place that actually exists. It's a magic carpet hanging upside down and that ring that surrounds the planet 'Saturn' is nothing but Saturn's lover giving it a long hug. You are my longest hug, my softest kiss and my most meaningful shooting star sighting in a world where I no longer believed in  telescopes. You are the reason...

I have lived enough years and tears to know what works for me and what does not. And I have realized that no matter how much I think, wait, and analyze, if a person is meant to hurt me, then that person will hurt me. I have tried everything. I have gone slow, super slow. I have tried to be super choosy about the people I allow close. But all this brainy analysis, it does not work for me. I always end up feeling like a fool when people show their true colors and stab me in the back. The people for whom my brain said that they won't hurt you, these people have hurt me the most. So now I don't think too much. I just go by my gut feel, my sixth sense, or the vibe. And then, if things go wrong, I accept it as destiny. And trust me, with time, my vibes have grown stronger and more accurate. I do believe that we are made of energies and we all radiate and soak in the energies around us. The universe does give us a signal, a vibe about a person. But like an intelligent fool, we go by w...

You said- "I will see you in a few days" A few days later you called me and asked ' did you see the news?' I said - 'yes' We both tried to seek comfort in the silence tht followed. You told me - ' don't worry, it's just a matter of few weeks'. A few weeks later I kept my door open, hoping to see you. But soon the news of the extension of your absence came. You asked me to promise you. That the fear will not enter the door of our hearts. That we will only hold each other to sleep, when we meet. I said - 'okay' But held fear in my arms to sleep that night And you never slept. You said - longing was just a word, and that distance is just a state of mind. Over a month later you confessed - this may not be a Matter of a few weeks. Longing may have been more than just a word, I've come to know. You said you saw our love on the news today. ' it was breaking' - you said  I told you - I've stopped believing in the news since ...

Dresses in Himachal Pradesh Costumes of Himachal Pradesh reflects an awesome diversity and it's it's culture. Again the costumes of each community are different. One's clothes always reflects one's tradition, culture, religion and the environment to which they belong. Himachal Pradesh one of the untouched, pristine, and one of the most popular States in India has a  diverse clothing style. The attire of Himachal people is very beautiful and vibrant. And it's made according to the harsh weather conditions that linger all year around. Warm and cosy. The handwoven dresses are attraction for people who visit the state from other parts of country or world. The handloom had risen to become a culture identity of Himachal Pradesh. Traditional jewellery and ornaments of Himachali women There are different kind of jewellery and ornaments that are worn by women in Himachal Pradesh. •chakk - silver domed and worn on the top of head. •chanderhar - necklace or pendent ...

We have an addiction problem in India. In punjab, the numbers are nearly 75% of its youth are severely addicted to drugs, that's 3 out of every 4 children. Mumbai, Hyderabad and other cities around the country are quickly gaining a reputation of there drug usage, and population of these cities continue to grow. Delhi is filled with rehab centres trying to keep up with the flow of addicts but addiction is becoming too much in India. The menace of drugs and alcohol has woven itself deep into the fabric of our society, as it's effects reach towards our youth, India's future generation will have to compete the drugs like cannabis, alcohol and tobacco. More and more youngsters are getting into addiction. Peer pressure, adolescent immaturity and poor parenting is the three- headed monster that indulge the youth into addiction. Fixing the problem Nearby 75% of Indian homes house atleast one drug user. Instead of wondering why our youth is becoming addicts. We should ...

Nurses week history:- Nurses week is celebrated annually from May 6, also known as national nurses day Through May 12, the birthday of "FLORENCE NIGHTINGLE"- the founder of modern nursing. The angles of the night shifts, The messengers of the day, They always give us a lift Each individual does it, in their own way Nurses are an asset to the team. As if they were the thread to our seam. Can you imagine telling someone that they lost their dad? We can't imagine the act, Knowing that a nurse is an angle, in fact Nurses are more than a full time worker They are superheroes with caps disguised as scrub They are mother, daughter, father, son, friend & children All Sharing one common goal To give us hospitality as patients To share the words needed to ease our worries They always know what to do They always know how to take care of you They always have a perfect touch They always care about us very much Nur...

And stain on the soul, Loss of the self, The life of police, Destruction of health. The victim of violence, Bleeding out on the street, With fear in there eyes, As their maker they meet. Or the woman abused, By the love of her life, Turns on the cop, Who arrests him for strife. I put on my uniform, And strap on my vest, I prepare for the worst, And hope for the best. I embrace on my shift So much work to be done Writing reports and citations Chasing a Felon with a gun For each night is different Get to experience something new Have to stay mentally prepared For each crime that I pursue Because the only thing required For evil in this world to win Is for good man to do nothing Which is a far greater sin Yet, this responsibility comes At a great sacrifice There's a permanent target on my back Some of us pay the ultimate price When you tell your families " See you tonight" as u leave for work The pain of unsaid emotional Still ...

I deal with stress, I deal with insults, I am proud to wear this badage, I am honoured to protect our people, And I am proud of it, Yes!... I am a frontline police officer I get up in the morning Have coffee Hug my spouse Get into my squad car And put myself in danger for you to be safe But in return I get lot of insult I get yelled at and spit on I get to be called with different names I get dead threats and complaints But I don't do it for pay I don't don't do it for fame I do it for laws I do it for my peace Because I love what I do I deal with insults I endure the assaults I suffer a lot For you to be safe at your place I am also a human I also have feelings, just like you I have a family, who is waiting for me to sit and have dinner together But where I meet danger, I bring safety Where ever I see dark, I bring light Where ever I see weakness, I bring strength Each day is a new day, new life With the blessings of my mother Wit...

Some one asked me to describe him? Mere words can't describe what he meant to me When this cruel and cold world has me lonesome and blue I look up to an angel and that was you You bring me hope, when it was dark You bring me smile, when it was all that I tried You bring me sunshine, when there was no rays of light And take my hand to lead me home The friendship we have is rare to find We have made each other laugh so hard till we've cried We can feel each other's pain if we are hurt deep inside We have to look back our memories to make us feel glad We got so catchup in life and things we must do Sometimes we forgot to stop and say "I love you" If you ever feel I don't care Let me stop right now: my true feelings I'll share By:- Ayushi sharma

I found myself on Google. I typed: “How to kill myself and make it look like an accident”. Google pulled up a large number of results, and quickly. On the first page I read – "Making suicide look like an accident"; "what’s the best way to kill yourself but make it look like an accident"; "making a suicide like some random accident"; "top 20 suicide methods: fastest and painless suicide methods…" “For me, it’s less about death and more about ceasing the pain. It’s difficult to explain how death would make you feel more alive than ever. I wasn’t running from my problems. I was desperately searching for a way to conquer them.” “It wasn’t really about dying. It was about escaping unbearable pain when I couldn’t see any other option. And I was convinced everyone would be happier if I was gone, that I was doing them a favor by unburdening them. This is why guilt trips like ‘think of what you’re doing to your loved ones’ don...

When a woman is in love, She'll be your best friend, out of love And also your worst enemy, when she is out of love. When a man cheats on a woman, She knows, She knows that she is loving someone, Who's already been loved. She knows that she is caring for someone, Who's already been taken care of. She knows that she is cooking for someone, Who already had dinner, washed his hands, And gone to sleep. When a man betray woman, She knows, She can sense betrayal in his hidden glances, In the touch of his hands, In her own body, She can sense it in his stories, his anecdotes And even in his poems. She begins to understand, That not every raanjha has a heer, Not every soul has a body. It isn't necessary, That she forgives or forget out of love, Or fight since she is out of love. Because it isn't necessary, That every infidelity ends in forgiveness, " It's ok, it's a one of thing" Forgive him, out of love. It isn't nec...

Yes....! I did it today, No, not sex, But a lesson on respect, gender sensitivity and sexism, Which is available to you for free. To help you realise that being a man had nothing to do with crass behaviour And, that boys manning up are all about kindness, compassion and  candour. Your score on the field or off is not measured by, " Yeh, yeh or yeh" But measured by the way you enthuse and inspire the youth of today. We don't want our son's to come home and for us to go, "we're proud of you beta"  when they objectify women, Instead we want to teach them, how to transition from being young boys into gentlemen Cricket is after all called a " gentlemen's game" Gentlemen who make our country proud, And don't bring any shame. I don't wanna ask you, If you would have behaved the same way, If these womens were your mother's, sisters or daughters. Because we don't need to relate to you by our blood, For you ...

When I think of you, my mind silences. Your laughter free's me of all desires. You've turned the rusted wheel of times, Into a free flowing rhyme. Where I can finally just be. I began this journey in search of myself, Never felt like i hit home. After endless longing on a never ending road, Our paths crossed. And I knew, I had found myself in you. I arrived here with a shattered heart. You made it whole again. I'd never dreamt of the peace, I found waking up next to you. I'm leaving to see what your absence does to me, Or if I ever felt at all. A few steps out and I'm sure you're my final destination. You are a timeless table engraved on my eternal soul. You live in me, like the sky lives in the sea, Like obvious telepathy. Our romance isn't haunted by distances. We are connected even in the dark. My spirit will wander the earth, Keeping our love alive. Even if death does us apart. We are one. We are forever. Nothing in this...

Since the age of 9 .. I have been slapping my face with the fairness creams. Every facewash was a slap in the face. Because I was a skin tone which was...'ugly' My chest was too small for a girl who just got puberty. I had a voice and opinion but they muted my sound. Probably because I was told, Boys only like girls who are fair and lovely My cousin brother starving himself, Because skinny abs were easier to obtain than a healthy diet. We forgot that beauty for men also comes with a cost. But i have heard being healthy is wealthy and it's both we have lost. The colour of our skin dictates our beauty, And that's not only the thing that is unfair When a dark girl revolt against her reflection Every time an Indian magazine put a light skinned girl On a cover.... calling her brown. So I asked my mother to get me haldi, Yellow paste over yellow paste, Because anything is better than brown, Or anything is better than dark, Only light skin with European...