Please find a good name yourself! Something like "Rife Life"

Copyright © WD, 2023 All rights reserved. Hi there, I hope you are doing a good job sitting somewhere trying to gel in and understand yourself and others around you. The world cries and tries to tell that “you” are “special”, “you” are “unique” and all other things, after all you came into this world after winning the race between an average of 175 million other potential “yous”. But no one tells us that it's 8 Billion people outside as well, fighting, running and probably killing each other for the exact same race that happened inside, “LIFE”. It's harsh how everyone always tries to defy and never let out the reality. So let's talk in some real sense as I could comprehend.  First thing being “Illusion”. A very finely and conveniently curated illusion of what we are, has been created generationally step by step, call it trends, call it generation gap or development, it's all illusion. Deep down in our skin and bones we are all the same that we were thousands of years ag

  Copyright © WD, 2023 All rights reserved. Image credits to the right owner! Mind you it's about dating, making an informed decision on whom to spend time with, how to spend time and how often, quite mechanical, very artificial. Because love my friend is beyond understanding and above our comprehension on things that fall into the buckets of right and wrong. It isn’t love at first sight, that look when you were mesmerized by someone, I assume that was for someone else, someone you did not tell, or maybe simply rejected yourself on their behalf. Dating is just with someone you were trying to match with, because they looked, felt or talked like someone you knew before or someone you met before. Sometimes over a quick Bumble chat, or sometimes over a Tinder swipe or maybe rarely the chance encounter that might happen while on a journey to different destinations or over a classy glass of wine. The first encounter still has randomness, something that is not staged, because after it eve

Copyright © WD, 2023 All rights reserved. 🐋made by me...🥰 Its strangely beautiful how I am writing about you today. I was one of them, who laughed when I saw half red half blonde haired Taehyung in the song Idol, I was the one who did not find none of you attractive at all when those girls were dying in my school with every release of photos before the song. I was the one who thought who would wear such colorful clothes and why, how happy they would be.. I was not in a good space, sometimes senior years of school can be tough too... people who seemed happy, I would despise them. I never bothered myself with your existence...now I feel I should have atleast tried. I was too busy getting my mental status to the worst of what it could be. I was a precocious girl and overanalyzing has been a part of me since I was born. I did not find you then. Maybe that myth that goes around in Bangtang world about how a person finds BTS when they need them the most is true. My ignorance towards your e

Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. I have been totally out of contact nowhere to be seen and not heard my own thoughts. What has that led me too? Ask me the one who did the deed I got screwed at so many fucked up levels. Huh I started to live as a grown up, shit that sucks, I wanted to be a kid again. I am a kid at heart everyone is. Being an older child in the house I found authority in my actions way too before than the people my age do. Things that people understand at 30 I did them way too early in my teens itself, be it value of money, emotions or people.   The last thing I learned was to love myself. I believe everyone among us must have done some questionable things in life, and we will do them even in the future, that is a part of life where everything is organic, nothing is scripted yet scripted. We are the actors who have been given the liberty to act just as we like, however when we react the script changes the next day, some next level daily soap show in the maki

Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved. 📸 wd_safespace P.S.: This click has waited for a long time in my gallery to be out finally, just like how the beautiful creeper must have struggled to out grow what humans ruined for it, making it a pretty place... Not long ago I was preparing hand gestures to sync with my poem recital in that red polka dot floral frock paired with ankle length boots and pinned up handkerchief in a proper triangle. Not long ago I was running with tiffin in my hands to catch that "always on time school bus". Not long ago my head was bobbing from one side to the other and I was drooling over my shoulders on the one I was sharing a seat with, that child next to my seat back from school. The memories are too fresh for the demarcation of past and present. They keep me fully occupied, not leaving a single room for the future… so anything that's next is foreign to me. And like any foreign particle entering the body, the future initiates a very strong de

Copyright © WD, 2021 All rights reserved.                                                                                                                         📷Pinterest Am I getting sadder everyday? Don’t ask, even I don't know why I feel such deep remorse in my heart. It's like I am missing someone so bad, but don’t know who. It feels like I have heavy weights kept on my chest making me struggle to breathe. My muscles are all cramped and powerless, and I can't even pick up a glass of water. I don’t have the slightest strength to get up from where I have been sitting for about 7 hours now. All I want to do is sleep, because there at least I have a chance to see a good dream over a nightmare, the chances are low but still there. Strangest part is, I feel sad, I feel overworked and underproductive, anytime someone asks me about my life goals, plans and dreams I don’t have anything to say but still I can not find the power to cry out loud, to share my misery story, to sho