Nobody is Ever too Old

Growing old doesn’t mean your age. It means how strongly you handle emotions, how politely you ignore flaws, how silently you cry, how patiently you react, how sincerely you take relationships, how gracefully you help others, and how maturely you accept failures and being hatred.

You grow young, not old. 🙂

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The Power of Mind | Positive Thinking

It is your ability to change your mind from the negative flaws to a positive betterment. In general, every individual would have faced at least one regretful incident that hadn’t had a cure at all. I also cognise that few things in life cannot be forgotten. The trace of pain remains the same. It always reminds something about the injury. But I also believe that it is only the capability of your mindset that will change you forever in a more preferable way how you wanted to be. I’m not sure how many have come across the theory about “Psychokinesis”. It is a mental activity of mind power which can make an object move with the help of thoughts. But, there are certain constrains. It cannot happen just like that. First, you got to train your mind for it, to be powerful and concentrating. It needs huge amount of patience, belief, and practice. Although most of the researches have not proved this yet, there are few beliefs that have testified it. I suppose that our capacity to heed something starts from us. I read this book The Secret by Rhonda Byrne, which talks about the real-life miracles people experienced. Apart from that, from an article I went through, one true narration that hit my mind deep was about a man whose spinal cord was completely injured in an accident, and doctors gave no hope to get back his old days. Yet, he believed, in himself. He did not mind about what the world said about his ill condition. Instead, he trusted himself the most, saying he will be all set to rock the next year, the same day. He tried a lot, put so much effort as he can, made the impossible happen. He believed nobody but his own thoughts. He trained his mind to bring himself back. As his perspectives came true, he got back to his normal position which placed everyone in shock.

That is what I mean to say. Coach your mind to make you become the best.

Let you have control over your head. You will definitely have many barriers or negativity striking your mind at your first lead off. We will even be surrounded with questions, “How? Why this? Impossible”. Ignore all what-if questions because how you take it further will define your output. It is all about you, only you.
One strong faith can gift you miracles.

© Yashica Priya

Take Care of Yourself, Dear Women

Best ways for Women to take care of themselves.

Women, after a certain period of time, become physically weak as they undergo various body changes. It is important to take care of oneself with depending on others almost all the time.
Stress, depression, weakness, joint problems, hairfall, and much more are a few reasons.
Here are the simple ways which can serve you with ease at the worst.
One of the main things is, don’t get addicted to medicine or tablets. People today are blindly taking medicine without doctors’ advice and by very easily getting it from pharmacy. Please don’t do that at all. If you have a headache/stomach ache, take few home remedies that you already knew. Consuming medicine for every simple thing will cage you in a comfort zone, and by keep on doing that, your body wouldn’t allow the automatic healing process as well in the later stages of life. Because, the hormonal changes in a woman’s body play a major role at different ages. The medicine they took at their 30s wouldn’t work at their 40s. Everything depends.
The best way is to have a proper diet, by taking more vegetables and fruits. Eat vegetables that are rich in iron and fiber.
Get enough sleep. Be stress-free. I know it is hard in today’s routine, but be sure to put health before anyone or anything. Also talk to the men in your house to give you the peace and health you deserve. Because more than anything, it requires a man’s stability to take care of a woman forever.

Have a great day all. ❤️

© Yashica Priya

Time to Think! Today’s Generation.

How mature are we?

Taking the case of a friendship, may be it is all about understanding each other’s differences, as usually said. Yes it is. But, someone who always supports and pampers you is definitely not a good friend but the one who talks to you about your mistakes and moulds you is. “He/she had been in my worst times. They are the reason why I’m here today. They are the best thing in my life”. I know there are few good friends in everyone’s life. But making them a priority at every place is never healthy. Meanwhile, if you get married or be in a relationship at a point in life, there comes the disturbance or misunderstanding between the partners. You don’t have to give up on friends but balancing is way too important. If there is no tendency to manage both of them equally, it is better not to engage into a relationship or marriage life. I’m not talking friendship is bad but priorities do matter a lot. Your life partner should always be the on the first place, no matter how bad your fights are going on. But why are there so much fights? The first reason is lack of communication. The next thing is the lack of concern (as I said, being happy with someone by making other one cry is a worthless life). I have seen a few people with attitude “Why would I change? You have no rights to control me. Who the hell are you to do so?”. There is nothing wrong being like this in life, UNTIL you get a partner. Respect him/her now and be respected later. Because if you have no intentions of changing or sacrificing (permanently), don’t give any false promise relationship to anybody (sacrificing means leaving something permanently). May be you are strong enough to lead your own life, but the other person was completely dependent on you much longer and leaving them like a trash and not minding at all sets you to be an example of a perfect lesson. “Any true relationship is about accepting the way they are. You see your own self there. And that is how it goes”. Who said? It is about reforming the person into something better. But few don’t wish to become better. If your partner says that something hurts them, stop it. That is where you respect them. Doing things behind or when they are not with you, or trying to get a relief for temporary sake in their absence, is called cheating your own life with someone later in future. I’m very sorry to say that there are many dumb people calling themselves as “friends”. How sarcastically they say, “You senseless. He/She is my friend”. Don’t think that you have so much brains. If they had really been a good friend, it would had been their duty to make their friends understand where they go wrong. Jumping around calling that as 10years friendship is literally funny. Hanging out and selfies won’t make a good friendship. When you cannot reshape your friend to a better person, better live alone rather than spoiling them. If someone comes behind you for anything and nothing, it is worthless to get annoyed unnecessarily. If you take it as annoyance, it is. If you take it as love, it is. Deciding this will show who you are. Decide what you are. Being mature is a matter of choice. Everything comes with experience. So let it. Now or later or never. Depends on you.

If this had hurt someone’s feelings, sorry.
If it really made sense, many thanks!

© Yashica Priya

Heart and Soul

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(Just a thought)

She sat in the corner of the room,

asking where her happiness died.

The hunger of joy giving less hopes to life.

She cried to herself, all day long.

Nobody lent their ears,

adding injury to her fears.

Left alone and all alone,

she was paid a penny to her thoughts, at the drop of a hat.

Beating around the bush, changing pain into pleasure,

she felt honoured to be his last wish.

She stopped weeping over the split milk,

as her Prince charm costed an arm and a leg in a time of blink. 💋

© Yashica Priya

Beauty of Men

On an estimation of woman’s achievements, a theme about men should also be contemplated equally.
So, how back-breaking is it to breathe as a man?
It is not just a woman who takes care of the hardships at home, but a man who is being an initiative for all the resources.

If a woman is meant to build her home, a man is building his family. He is running to pay the bills and expenses. He behaves as an armour to protect his people.

His unceasing efforts are neither seen nor exhibited.
He struggles at workplace. He strives hard for family’s welfare.

He runs the entire family; at the same time, he is being complained about the quality of rice. He enjoys the struggles to please us.
He helps accomplish his son’s future, inspite of heavy burdens inside.
He is too concerned about his daughter’s well-being, just because the world is morally corrupted.

He carries a series of sensations to give a good life to his wife after 60s.

Still, he is judged on things that he couldn’t do.
Don’t hurt him. Be sure that you appreciate him for the million little things he does.

Always compliment them, be it a father, a brother, or a husband.
Because,

They care so much but they don’t understand the meaning of expressing it.

He leaves home everyday with a word “Take Care”.

He waves hand while leaving, but turns back once again if you locked home and got back inside.

He earns less, but brings home lots.

He says NO first, but later agrees with whatever you say.

He seems rude, but loves you secretly.

He restricts, but for the sake of goodness in future.

He never appreciates, but is always glad about your good work.

They don’t have a replacement. Salute; men are special!

© Yashica Priya

First Blog Anniversary

Yaaaassss. Big day!

BEYOND THE END turns one. ❤️ It’s her first birthday. ❤
How lucky she’s to me! 😇
Such a meaningful journey so far. This one year of writings has given me the best exposure ever in life. So many good comments in and around the world. I thank each and everyone of you here for stopping by and taking time to read my articles most of the time. It was your support that has brought me here🤗

To write is to take a chance, and to get noticed is beyond a blessing❤️
Life is good with her 🙂
Your compliments have always lifted up my work ! Means a lot. Much love to you all. ❤️

© Yashica Priya

Break Down Your Comfort Zone

Even though you have many directions to divert your mind to make yourself feel comfortable, the idea of comfort zone is the first factor to ruin your creative knowledge. The level of thinking stops when you get engaged where you feel well comforted. I agree that it is a satisfying place to be, and you tend to be relaxed in a much more good way. Say for instance, in a toughest situation one particular song or an activity gives you really good peace. So you get comforted there, and very slowly you get habituated to it. Now, you have chosen your own option of comfort, which is really hard to come out of. Taking into account your job/workplace, few circumstances wouldn’t be okay to sit and work. You might feel annoyed with people or surroundings. But still if you accept all that and manage to proceed with the inconvenience, it doesn’t mean that you’re flexible enough to adapt to the circumstances. It means you’re getting used to a place that is not meant for you. It is just like accepting the annoyance. In such cases, you must deal to search for something better instead of accommodating into the boring environment. Because “getting used” to a bad atmosphere is dangerous since it transforms you into a person you’re not.

How to change this psychological state?

  • Do things which you’ve never done before, in a dissimilar way.
  • Keep track on your everyday activities.
  • Change your view on what you think as reality. (Sometimes what you believe as real is just an illusion).
  • Make time for yourself and decide what even more you are capable of exploring.
  • Observe what you gained from new projects, especially the negatives, because it helps to make you perform better.
  • Execute everything in a slow manner.
  • Have adequate purposes and trust your work.
  • Don’t overreact to anything, particularly to failures. Instead, identify your fears and interact with yourself.
  • Keep stretching your boundaries, as aims have no end.

After carrying out these actions, you’ll be surprised to see that you have enormous mental ability, and would realize that you attempted something you never knew you could. Understand the difference that these are not another way of comfort zone but are one of your habits or activities.

© Yashica Priya

Father’s Day ❤️

He is rude at times. It’s okay.
He mocks at me. It’s okay.
He shouts at me. It’s okay.
He never says “YES” so easily. It’s okay.
We fight a lot. It’s okay.
We hardly spend time together. It’s okay.
But,
He loves me like nobody.
He has given me the best smiles.
He is my good luck so far.
I admire every bit about him.
He is my happy tears! 💚
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY💜💛💚💙❤
Wish him. Bless him. There is no soul like him.

© Yashica Priya

The Elegance of Being a Woman

And God being the most cruelest, He puts it all on women’s shoulder.
He created her physically so damn weak, yet gave her the most fearful pains.
“Oh Jesus! What did we do to you?”
Knowing the weaknesses, first, he tested her with puberty. She survived.
“Crap! What is that sticking over my thighs wet with rustic smell?”. Yes, she managed to keep her body and soul together over the monthly mensuration. She survived.
He kept her whining almost all the time.
She managed.
While she was trying to live life for herself, He introduced Shaadi. A stranger? Who’s he and what’s his family? No idea. She puts her trust wholeheartedly on god and says “Okay”. Every woman is admired for the guts, to completely engage herself into a random family.
She everytime is concerned about covering her body neatly, by even adjusting her saree on the farewell day in front of other women.
Today, she has to be ready to expose her naked body in front of him, as in the name of marriage.
He was the only thing on her mind right at the moment.
Every touch makes her shiver, still she has to allow this now.
She doesn’t know if it was right or wrong.
But later, she was just falling more in love with him.
The memento of pregnancy was rewarded in three months.
She couldn’t believe that she is about to hold the position of motherhood soon.
She took charge and headed forward.
She supervised herself.
Ten long months, He tested her with unworthy mood swings and still asked her to be patient.
She handled.
Normal delivery? “Well, the vaginal wall has to be torn”.
Fine, then a C-section? “The abdomen has to be torn”.
Whatever, she cried and He relaxed.
She decides to fight back.
She does.
Isn’t she powerful than God?
Amongst everything, she has the highest measure of tolerance and adjustment.
She is nothing but a seed that can grow anytime even without the grace of sunshine.
You pluck her from the root, she originates again and this time bigger and stronger.

© Yashica Priya

A Meaningful Life

Don’t we see so many sayings like, “Live your life. It’s once. Don’t care about what the world says. Live for yourself”?

But on a very general basis, somewhere in life you have to live for someone. It’s not always your life. Your life also belongs to people who truly loves you. You got to do sacrifices. You have to say sorry. You simply cannot walk off but stand by and spend time to resolve fights. You have to take care of promises. True love isn’t a simple thing. When you get it, receive it like an Oscar. You see thorns and stones. Walk on it. Go ahead. All that you’d finally see is a breath-taking amazement. Nothing comes easy; if it’s worthwhile, have no second thoughts!

© Yashica Priya

So, Wait.

Whatever is worrying you at this moment has a way out, which takes only a minute to change your journey into a beautiful one. Wait for it; don’t stop praying. Repent if you sense a flavour of guilt. Don’t frown. Being sorry won’t let you down, but only raises your standard. Glorify what you have at this moment. Wonders happen only when you believe and give time!

© Yashica Priya

Loved and Lost. But Who?

(The usual thing I’m hearing the most these days. It’s time to get up, ladies ☺️)

Considerably, she was a usual girl. She was hit many times in life. The most unexpected happenings took place in her life. She wished to be alone forever, because she was done with the lies and fake promises around. She was good enough to help others, and at times, had been a solution.

On a random day, a guy came all along her life, gave her the best assurance to be with her at every single time, which made her think why didn’t this happen with anyone else—the obvious first lie to herself. Because she knows how hard it is to be broken, she took exceedingly good care of him and kept filling him with questions, as by making sure everytime if things are better, had meals on time, had a peaceful sleep, and so on. He enjoyed her company, where fell more in love with her. There was never the time he left her. He would ping her at least once a day telling how much he missed her. She had butterflies whenever she heard such words. He took her on cloud nine. Days passed by, as his personal life started affecting him more that he lost concentration and love on her. This hit her deep. She was confused. She didn’t leave him half way. Rather, she would call him or text him, consoling him with words and love. She did the same everyday without any sort of hesitation. She was way too concerned about him that made her forget about herself. She got engaged into him in a profound manner, that she was finally gifted with ignorance.

Day by day, she felt a lack of interest from him. She kept going behind just because she did not want to lose him. Every texts and phone calls of hers went unanswered most of the time. She was crying; he couldn’t see. She was broken; he didn’t care. She was ripping apart; he went blind.
With all the emotions being tied together, she got this to his notice, saying how much she is suffering and how soon things changed. She chewed up most the words, because she feared if her feelings would annoy him. She cannot take more from him. Every nerve and cell on her body loved him with no complaints. She accepted her moronic behaviour and insanity from him without charges or regrets. She did not walk away, but he pushed her with her actions. She kept waiting with the hope that he will return again, and be the blood of her life. She is now just a contact on his life, and knowing this fact, she decided to give up because holding on crashed her literally.

She is not going to be with you again. She won’t disturb you. She won’t annoy you. You will miss her hands when you are down to nothing. You will search for her everywhere, not today or tomorrow but definitely in a short time. You will get so many people who can make you forget her, but at one thing she can never be replaced—the way she cared and the way she tolerated. She lost someone who should had been there at the first place; he lost the girl who was always tried to keep him at his best.

(I don’t know why people are getting into relationships if they have to leave later with silly reasons and selfishness.)

© Yashica Priya

Is Doubting Good? Yes.

Doubting someone/something is good. Ironic, but true. It is a vibration caused between the vibes of your soul and instinct of your gut. Your body doesn’t allow to take bad vibes after a certain period. When you keep doubting on a particular thing, most of the time it turns out to be true. Even if you put all the efforts to try trusting it, your body cannot take it. So if you feel wrong about a person or a situation more often, believe that. Your gut never lies.
(This is so much true I say.)

© Yashica Priya

Token of Pure Love

It is incredible how life of a girl alters!

From baby lotion to branded creams.
From bob-cut to long hair.

From barbie dolls to mobile phone.

From vaseline to stylish lip colors.

From favorite dresses to comfortable outfits.

From diapers to tampons.

From other’s advices to her own choices.

From mom’s purse to her wallet.

From dad’s girl to another man’s wife.

From slightest scratches to labour pain.

From a beautiful belly to stretch marks.

From a little daughter to a great mother.

Once, she was the only one that everyone took care of. Later, she is the only one who is taking care of everyone. She deserves more of respect and love.
Every woman is a King!

© Yashica Priya

A Letter to my Daughter and Son in Future.

Dear daughter-to-be,
Baby. I’m writing this to let you know about the world I’m living in right now. Before you come here to the land of evils, ask God to give you all the holy powers to survive among the wicked. I’m sure to carry you with so much care and love for 9 months. The day you enter this here, it is going to be a little bitter to face the world. I being your mother, don’t expect me to pamper you all the time. Have your own set of advices and morals to yourself when I’m not around. Don’t expose your weakness in front of people. Always remember you are a strongly raised woman. Be polite every time, but that doesn’t mean you should always say an ‘YES’. Say ‘NO’ when you really want to. Let others know what your beliefs are. Be social but with limits, because not everyone will be good and the same with you throughout. Limit your distance with unworthy conversations because it will bring you down with non-standard conclusions. Raise your voice at the lower behaviours shot against you. Never panic. When people want you to dress like this and that, go ahead with what you feel is the best. If you feel being defeated, it is okay. Stand up again and be wise. Help others; those blessings will reach you tenfold back. Don’t look up to the beauty parlours to make you LOOK good. Once you FEEL good about the best things you already possess, you automatically become the most prettiest. Don’t spend your life dieting. Have cheese and then exercise. It’s okay. When someone judge you, it is none of your business to turn back and correct them. Walk away and don’t give a damn. You have so much to do in life. Don’t appreciate the unnecessary touch from your male friends. I don’t want to see you crying on the pillows when you did no wrong. Think twice before you shed down your tears, because tears are precious and never let it reach the ground for no use. Practice the habit of letting go of people who puts you under their knee. It is never okay to put your heads down before unhealthy relationships whatsoever. Your self-respect should forever be the point-number-one. You will have the right man in future. Until then, wait. Don’t fall for words. Don’t believe the mesmerizing words attempted at you. The world is occupied with more of illusions than that of reality. Always prefer a goodbye over a wrong cup of coffee. ❤️

Dear Son-to-be,
I write the shortest message to you.
Just because you’re a boy doesn’t mean you shouldn’t cry at all. If something makes you cry, never hold on. Let the tears flow out. It makes you decide better then. Choose your circle carefully because it will define you. No matter what a woman does to you, never hurt her physically or mentally. You have no rights to touch her beyond words. Be that kind of a man who would open car door for the ladies in his life. Be that man with whom a woman would feel secure with. Don’t believe the society when it says, ‘Kitchen isn’t a place for men!’. Washing the vessels won’t degrade your standards. Be flexible to situations as you get to handle so many people and financial statuses in every stage of life. Once you’re committed in a relationship, never leave her hands until she wants to let you go. If a woman is not okay with you, leave the place. She doesn’t belong to you and vice versa. Accept and walk away. Instead, never abuse her because a man raised rightly would never do that. Money is required but don’t make it a priority. Have your personal space with the darling of your life after wedding. Build your family as if it means the world to you. Always keep your wife first before anyone; not even me. She is the only soul for you till the end of life chapter. Raising you well was my duty. Keeping her happy is your responsibility. You are for her because she came to this world just for you. Always remember a woman’s heart is so fragile and be sure to safeguard it at any situation. Be attentive, and respect. She deserves more of it. Never be the reason behind her pain. Don’t get too stressed too easily. Stress is nothing but what you build. Celebrate life. Forget about the bills. Cherish your career. Love it simply. Life will be awesome. ❤️

With so much love,
Your mom-to-be. 🤗”

© Yashica Priya

A Letter to My Life Partner I haven’t Met Yet.

A heartfelt write-up.

Dear would-be,
I don’t know where you are and what you are up to.
I don’t know which village or country you be from.
I for sure don’t know what you’re expecting.
I’m clueless if you have high demands over choosing your girl.
I have no idea if you have someone else in your mind.
But if destiny has tied your soul with mine, there’s no doubt we are getting along with each other real soon.
Maybe I wouldn’t be the woman of your choice, but I promise you that I will be that woman you would thank later you didn’t miss.
I might not do the laundry so fine, but would definitely choose the best attire for you every single time.
I’d love to have a detailed conversation with you on the topic you love, even though I have no knowledge about it, just to learn from you.
I cannot promise to bring down the sky for you, but I can make sure to create heaven for you, be it on the mud floor or the concrete floor you keep me on.
I wouldn’t mind hugging your sweatshirt after Gym.
I’d long to brush your wet hair after your shower.
I’d love to spend more time with you in the kitchen every weekend so that we can surprise each other with varieties.
I can bake a moderate cake of your choice and the best potato wedges.
I won’t let the sunlight disturb your sleep by pushing the window curtains aside in the mornings.
I will admire every action of yours; your body language, the length of your charming smile, the blow of your loudest laughter, the footsteps you take, the mild giggles your watch make when you tie it around your wrist, the tone of your voice at different circumstances, the way you’d rest one leg on the other while relaxing on the couch, your strict or sarcastic gaze when I do something annoying, and much more.
I’ll enjoy having a debate with you while watching a cricket match and I wish we both don’t support the same team, which would turn out to be more funny.
Everytime I’m going to look at you with an awestruck sight as you would end up being the tremendous fascination to me.
I wish you fill your phone space with my snaps, which I know is too much to ask for LOL.
I honestly promise that I’m going to love you like nobody and be more supportive to build you high.
Howbeit, I request you to be suggestive without qualms.
Teach me if I go wrong, and love me more when I do it right the next time.
Let’s be blended with lots of togetherness and face any rough patch by holding hands.
Make fruit juices for me and never hate me.

With tons of love,
The girl you gonna fall for soon. 🤗

© Yashica Priya

At the Beach, Alone

(On an imagination)

Beside the shore, I sat on the beach sand;
I noticed the waves rolling in and out.
The boats were at rest,
and tiny crabs playing hide and seek.
It was such huge sky, I looked up to.
The cold breeze hit my face,
making my hair messy,
as I started building my little mud house,
recollecting a part of childhood days.
With a feeling of a so-called architect,
to had built a cute building,
I see grains of sand covering the watch dial.
I dusted and rubbed them down,
and got up from there.
Whilst taking a few steps towards the sea,
I lifted up my white pyjama a little upwards.
A roar from the sea,
I saw a huge wave rushing near calming down,
and touching my feet for no reason.
It gave me a sense of getting pulled inside,
like wanting me there forever.
This felt to me like someone making me believe of promises,
and getting me drowned alive.
Consciously, I took a few steps back,
with a smile,
believing that I saved myself from an error.
I looked at the watch,
and decided to leave.
I put the sling bag on my shoulder,
and started to walk with mild thoughts on head.
Every step I took away from there,
I kept turning back to see my mud house.
On my last view on that,
all that I saw was my mud house being stamped on by people,
just like how dreams go shattered by mysterious circumstances.
I learnt that wherever we go,
all that we leave are footprints, and all that we carry are memories. :’)

© Yashica Priya

This will change your thoughts in 2 minutes.

(I woke up to this forward message today morning. So inspiring! Take a minute from your busy schedule and read this. *Shared as Received)

A car ahead was moving like a turtle and not giving me way inspite of my continuous honking! I was on brink of losing my cool when I noticed the small sticker on the car’s rear!

“Physically challenged; Please be patient.”

And that changed everything!! I immediately went calm & slowed down!! In fact I got a little protective of the car & the driver!!! I reached work a few minutes late, but it was ok!

And then it struck me. Would I have been patient if there was no sticker!???! Why do we need stickers to be patient with people!??

Will we be more patient & kind with others if people had labels pasted on their foreheads??
Labels like ——
“ Lost my job” , “Fighting cancer”, “Going through a bad divorce” , “Suffering Emotional abuse“ , “Lost a loved one”, “Feeling worthless” , “Financially messed up”….. and more like these!!!!

Everyone is fighting a battle we know nothing about. The least we can do is be patient & kind!!!

Let us respect the invisible labels!!!!

– Unknown.

Stop Eating Junk Foods

PLEASE TAKE TWO MINS AND READ THIS.

This is an awareness message to all those who consume food in restaurants/fast foods more often. Writing this after reading few articles.

Restaurants foods, especially fast foods, consume more of ajinomoto (monosodium glutamate(MSG), and it is a type of sodium salt that has been linked to various adverse reactions) and food colour that makes the food looks crazily attractive. There are lots of side effect that your body will face in the near future. Consumption of ajinomoto damages brain and causes numbness, drowsiness, and weakness. It affects nerves (nerves are affected with repeated consumption of MSG).
Few studies have proved that it causes cancer soon at the age of 30.

I do not know how many of you knew this, but KFC does not provide food for pregnant woman customers because right there they accept the fact that they add ajinomoto. I have heard that and saw this happening. KFC strictly avoid giving their products to pregnant females.

There is no food without ajinomoto in chinese foods. How can a plain fried rice with few vegetables gives more flavour or taste? If you touch the red food colour, the colour remains on hand for at least 2 hours even after washing hand. What if it goes inside your body? For the fact, FOOD COLOURS ARE MADE FROM PETROLEUM. They lead to tumour growth. Pizza and burger are trending today. The bun or the crust is made of maida (maida is made out of waste). Too much of those will cause problems in intestine. Maida is a sticky substance. You crunch a lot and still feel hard to swallow. It takes more time to digest and that is the reason why we do not feel hungry straight 3 hours after eating that.
For women, too much of junk affects so deeply. First of all, the menstrual cycle becomes irregular. This irregularity is the main cause of no pregnancy. For men, it also is the reason in some way.
We are enjoying those foods now, but it is a mere suffering later.
Thanks for reading. : )

© Yashica Priya

Male-dominated Society

Aren’t we proceeding with the 21st century life now? Being the today’s-world girl, I still don’t find a place where women are given priority at first place as gender plays a major role everywhere, and it is consistent.
They are respected, but not everywhere. They are given a chance, but not in everything. They are bearable, but not by everyone. “But why?”, still remains a question. It is intensely strange to be under an impression if we are satisfied or not with the what the society is providing today.
From a personal point of view, I predict that we, the women, are lacking somewhere. Taking every stage of life, I strongly believe that women are still dominant to men. Aren’t we? Yet in a few culture, they are not allowed to choose their lifestyle or career. Later after marriage, she is controlled by a new family, new people, and new set of rules. She is not included in taking important decisions, be it financially, culture-based, or professionally. She is not even asked an opinion if she is convenient with the decision.
Few men call themselves feminists, but not everybody understands that giving equal proportions of rights to women make them one.
Is that because it is hard to support the opposite gender? Or, whether they believe if women are given the supreme power there will be million possibilities to have them win all around?
She is more plausible while deciding important commitments in everyone’s life and she is actually known for that.
A truth that I strongly believe in is, the act of marriage. Do you know why men are getting married to women that are younger to them? Because, a woman at the age of 22 has the tendency to grasp and understand things greatly, which a man attains it only at the age of 27. Only a very few guys understand their partners at the youngest period.
A woman automatically becomes more responsible when she reaches puberty, but a man enjoys life till a certain period and becomes more conscious and confident about life only after he meets challenges and managements.
I see fathers taking good care of their babies when mother is off somewhere, and women being a CEO at few organisations and men working under them. So it is good to share home, and the society as well. Isn’t it?
And still there exist stereotype-type men who behave as if they are the end of women’s life story. But women are actually the beginners; the issue is they are kept behind the bars of effective stipulations that, according to them, women hold, and are drawn margins by someone. They aren’t lent ears when they want to promote an idea, thus leading to a failure in the growth of society.
Male chauvinist think that our lives are rolled within the place they keep us in. Bringing up the children and doing the households are just a part of life women lead.
Marriage still acts as a source of pain in few parts of the world. As a woman, it feels really hard to sit back and watch other women striving hard to achieve their goals. It hurts to see few women stepping back with a fear she might be dumped off by an unknown. There runs a lot of “What-if” questions whenever she takes a movement forward.
Women have all the capacities to go beyond the fence and make the toughest things happen.
Men might earn really well, but it is always those lovely women at home who save the extras and show up when in need.
Just because few women go wrong doesn’t mean the right women had to be abstained from what they deserve.
A man’s world must be filled with laughter and happiness of his woman, not with heartbreaks and dominance.
Men become less privileged without women which most of them don’t understand.

It is not right to take her as a bonus when she is literally noteworthy.
There exist thousands of tiny dreams inside her heart, which is yet to be watered and allowed to be bloomed.

© Yashica Priya

Okay, Listen.

If something is bugging you now, stop thinking too much. Don’t complaint. Be firm. Accept whatever comes. Accept whatever leaves. If u want, go for it. If not, leave it there but don’t regret later. Don’t be clingy. Wipe away the tears. There is a good reason behind every pain. You don’t need anything easy. Easy life is boring. Tough life is challenging. Lose the fear to step out and face the strom. Go out and make it happen. Every struggle has an end, a very blissful end. Why to worry? Relax. It’s okay. If you cannot change something, let it be. Don’t stress. Stop rushing. In today’s life, there is nothing worth regretting for. Yes, actually nothing. Stay away from all the you “want”. Focus on what exactly you “need”. First of all, empathize the difference between the both. Do what you want, but don’t do whatever you want. There are certain limitations and balances to make life perfect. Never blame fate. If you don’t HAVE it now, work hard to OWN it. Life is not always about enjoying. Sometimes it has to be taken seriously. Cut-short all the fun till you stand somewhere meaningful.

Good luck! ^.^

© Yashica Priya

The Wedding Promise

I would like to wake up early that day,
as my wedding would be all set to happen.
To enter into a man’s life,
seeking the smoothness of togetherness.
The breeze partying hard and the dark waves spilling on the sea,
giving the satisfaction he’ll be right next to me.
I’m longing for being paved around his arms,
setting fire to the signature hugs.
I would forever wake up to reach his feet,
and feel the intense touch of my love.
There lies a hope in my heart that we’ll remain to be the best couple in our 80s,
floating in the stream of happiness.

© Yashica Priya

Shadow of Love

You be my soul.

My eyes, the window, that opened wide,
looking at the real genre of love.

Bliss I felt, as my lips curled and eyes fainted gently in blush,
deliberating that you’re shaped for me.

You being the vigorous armour a man can be built of, to protect his woman.

Having me worried as the days pass by,
your absence added thirst to my life.

While I was craving for you,
the indulgence of pain and freezing emotions stood still.

The resonance of thunder stroke my ears,
morning shades waking my psyche,
glow of sun kissed my face,
by ripping apart the insecurities, I admired the raw pleasure.

As my conscience screamed loud,
I woke up to the delight that you are anyway mine❤

(Just an imaginary poetry) 🙂

© Yashica Priya

Social Media Depression

There was a girl.
She looked beautiful.
Every soul admired her charm, her smile, and outfits.
She dresses up really well such that you find no complaint.
She grew.
She stepped out to another world, the social media.
She didn’t know what it was.
She is only observing other’s activities.
Looked like she was learning something.
Then it all started.
She started admiring herself.
She becomes more beauty concious.
Compared to her earliest version, now she is even concerned so much about choosing the lipcolor and the mascara.
She wants the boots to be expensive.
Be it the anklets or the bracelets, she becomes choosy.
Posting on social media became an habit, for her.
Goes to gym, she posts it.
Have a drink, she posts it.
Reads favourite book, she posts it.
Walks or jogs, she posts it.
*Likes likes likes*, brought a smile on her face.
She dresses up now, she posts it.
*Beautiful, hottie, so pretty*, added more joy.
Now, she is more selective about the filters/beauty apps more than her career or real life.
150 likes and reactions became 200+.
“This is wow. Many people like me. I need to improve more”, she thinks.
She alters her physique, tries more hair tutorials, clicks a picture, not satisfied, confused which one to upload, and still tries one.
Odd and good comments striked together.
Something wrong is what she perceives.
Number of likes is less, comparatively.
*No new notification*.
“What? Why?”, she’s clueless.
She finally loses interest in herself.

This is a very short message, which I mean to say that social medium is merely an addiction that becomes an obsession in days time.
Social media are the places where we pretend to showcase our life to others which is not really true.
Whatever we display to others is completely opposite to what we are facing actually.
We claim to exhibit that our life is awesome and we show it all through the captions we quote.
Clicking *Haha* or *Sad* matters the most to us today.
The needs or the disappointments our parents share goes unnoticed, but we login to Facebook to react sadness to the murder case that happened somewhere in the world.
Where are our lives leading us to?
This is a network where we live to satisfy others, to seek attention, to make ourselves the best for someone’s view, to care more about representing ourselves, to change our mind and lives according to other’s comfort.
Going the same way throughout, this adds in a lot of sympathy to our generation and more of scare to the future generations.
All together I could say that we just don’t care, either about us or about anyone.
But I’m sure this is a wrong move.
Better to reduce now than stop forever.
True right?

© Yashica Priya

Childbirth (From a Mother)

A pale shadow of thoughts

from the moment I conceived.

With scissors and instruments beside me,

and masks hiding a few faces,

I didn’t care if it was normal or a C-section.

I only prayed for you to come out safe.

Much pain and many happiness combined,

you were taken out from my womb.

As I was laying in the labour ward with eyes closed,

in the unconscious state,

all that I heard was the mild tone of your cry.

“Oh, that’s mine, that’s mine. That belongs to me”, my heart whispered.

The white-waxed substance covered your body,

which was your first blanket.

You had soft black hair,

little feet and tiny toes,

and two hands folded holding nothing.

You were handed to your dad.

His hands shook, with happy tears.

That well-built man didn’t know to carry you,

in spite of really wanting to.

You sustained life for a year,

with those minimum quantities of milk.

Those breastfeeding sessions, between you and me,

we had secret stories.

In the whole little world, for mom and dad,

you became our responsibility,

the real purpose of our life event. ❤️

© Yashica Priya

The Struggle was Real

I wasn’t brought up in a filthy rich family, but a family with decent morals.
Life wasn’t easy. I didn’t get everything that I wanted. Be it a money-oriented gift or a personal wish. No, I haven’t got anything fulfilled that easily, sometimes not at all.
I have seen the struggles my dad goes through, even though he owns a pretty good business, and my mom being the strongest pillar to dad—just like other good parents I would say. My dad do bring a lot home whenever he returned back. Still, he hasn’t comforted me. Maybe he takes me to a restaurant once in six months? I guess. I wasn’t permitted to go out for long hours. Restriction I thought it to be. I used to lose temper very easily when one such happens. I’ve even thought, “Why was I born to live in such an environment!”. I had a really big friends circle, but not everyone lasted. I never thought about it, as I, in that age of immature knowledge, expected them to travel till the end of my life. I met a hell lot of backstabbers and so many failures. I’ve sat alone, cried, and have it all within myself, and a lot of distressing moments. Life was totally different. I very well remember my life since 6th grade. I became too weak in studies. Most of the times I haven’t received my Rank in the report card. I failed infinite times in Physics and Chemistry, sometimes attended coaching classes too. I remember when my parents were called most of the times for meeting. I was extremely careless. I had no idea about English language. I used to look at people’s mouth when they speak fluently. I struggle a lot to complete one sentence in a perfect manner. I didn’t have better days in the first set of college life too. I had too huge emotional problems. I lost completely in academics. I had no idea to pursue PG, but I was forced to. Having no other choice I proceeded to do that. The terrible part was, I studied Mathematics in UG and IT in PG. I hate computer science literally, but life pushed me into it as I got admission only in that. I was puzzled with life. I didn’t know where it was taking me. I strongly decided that my life was meaningless. But I never knew that was the turning point. I never ever knew. I don’t know what gave me all the grace and support to strongly reach heights. It was those days where I stepped forward for the first time, to talk my voice out. I had so much balance and people to keep me up. Frankly, I didn’t like my educational career till the end even if I did well. Later then, I applied for a job with no intentions of getting selected. Fortunately, I was into it, as Language Editor. Miracle I say. I built myself with my own efforts and with people who always encouraged my work.
10 years to this day, I could see me standing in a very valuable place and people recognise me with my work and not face. I feel so pleased for this life today as I did it all myself.
I actually realise that if my parents had got me everything when I asked, I wouldn’t have known the value of money, the necessity of saving, or the maturity to decide what is important and what is not. If few of my so-called friends hadn’t left my life, I would have just thought life is only meant to be enjoyed and nothing has to be taken seriously. If I had stopped halfway with UG, I wouldn’t have been with the best people and a proud career that I’m struck today with.
I now feel the merit of parents being strict at some places in life. It is worthwhile. I’m conscious about the usefulness of money, ethical respect, and benefit of going through tough times.
Sometimes life is not about sharing the hardships one goes through, but understanding them and acting accordingly.
I’m definitely not writing this to boast myself, but we need to know that life is never what we plan or think. There is an other side which is filled with failures first and miracles later. Trusting the process is all that we have to do.
I’m glad that I didn’t have a luxurious life.

And I’m so proud today to say that I wasn’t born with silver spoon, but with ladles of hard wood.

© Yashica Priya

Menstruation

Dedicated to all women♥️

I wait for it every month.
I know it aches, but still I wait.
A bleed or a curse or a shame?
After all a bleed, may be; I still wait.
Assuming it to be a good sign,
I endure that pain.
As if knifes striking my lower back,
needles pricking my abdomen,
and heavy soreness on breasts,
my sins are washed away as blood, on the cotton pad.
I sense a sort of inconvenience between my thighs,
as the blood stains were outspreading.
I wake up before anyone to take bath,
so that nobody could smell the disgust on my body.
I wrap it inside a black polythene,
because I don’t want to be judged on that.
I question, are these the cry of women’s body?
Nevertheless, this one week of vital blood
served me the sentence that I’m a complete woman.
Yes, those impure blood is the reason behind every pregnancy.

Be proud my pretty ladies!

© Yashica Priya

Few of My Art Works 😃

A doodle for my little cousin 😄

One for myself !

South Indian Wedding Style❤️

Radhe Krishna 🙂

Lord Mahadev !

Just another pencil art.

A girl’s bloom !

Lord Krishna ☺️

Vision of Dreams 🙂

A scene from one of the famous Kollywood movies, Bahubali II. ✌️ (My first painting)

Birthday Doodle (On a request) ❤️

3D M 😃

Free-hand Calligraphy ✌️

© Yashica Priya

To the Rapists

To the Rapists,

You need to know that women are humans too, who has a pair of legs, arms, and a heart, a lung, and all that you see are her breasts and butt. But a kid won’t even have the last two on the list and I’m still confused with your attempt on such.
You need to realise that she has been given a lot of care since day one she is taken out from the womb.
Whereas it is a 5-minute pleasure for you to touch her body, it has been a lifetime dream for her parents as they touched her soul.
While you were built of dirty blood and impure thoughts, she is built of muscles of fragile innocence.
Before you look at her breasts, take another look a bit upward and you could see a family’s happiness behind her smile.
You actually need to know that there is no necessity for you to touch and feel the softness of her waxed arms and legs, as a man raised rightly would do that on her one fine day.
You also need to understand you were taken out through a woman’s vagina in the right way, the same part of body where you are causing pain to a random girl, but this time in a wrong way, giving the wrong kind of pain.
You need not come closer to her in a public transport to smell her body, because you being a dumb head need to know that the fragrance of perfume is to avoid the smell of sweat every human body produces or sometimes to ignore the rustic smell when she is on her periods.
You need to feed into your ill-mind that she is not a fruit to be peeled off just to give your tongue a taste.
You always need to remember that she is a dad’s world and a man’s future and definitely not your sex element.
Before checking on her genitals, kindly check on yourself if there exists any identity for you to be a man.
Make her scream of excitement, not of fear.

© Yashica Priya

Please Save your Child.

KIND ATTENTION to all parents/to-be parents.

Please please teach your children about the most cautious theory which is very much required in this society today.

• Firstly, make them cultivate the habit to telling you everything they see, go through, or talk.
• Always watch with whom they’re close to, be it an elder man or a cousin or a neighbour.
• When you feel uncomfortable with your child’s safety with anyone particular, draw a line right there between they both no matter what.
• Tell them not to keep any secret within themselves; meaning, teach them the difference between a good secret and a bad secret. Say, ‘I have bought you a gift; don’t say this to anyone’ is a good secret, whereas, ‘Don’t tell anyone I touched you here’ is a bad secret.
• Do not leave them alone with any neighbour on any purpose. Or do not send them to neighbouring houses to play. Never ever do that.
• Teach them about the sense of ‘touch’, a good touch/a bad touch, when they’re two years old. (Please let them know about the private parts. Do not hesitate.)
• Never allow anybody to kiss them right they are 2+ years of age. Strictly say NO to whoever is doing that.
• Don’t let them sit on men’s lap, and always manage the distance between them with people you don’t trust.
• Do not ever let anyone tickle your child’s hip/underarms.
• Whenever they returned from school or anywhere, always check their whole body if there are any scratches or something you have never seen before and ask them the reason why.
• Lastly, never leave them undressed since they turn 2. Even if they urinate often, always put on their panties and pants on. Teach them how to properly fold and sit on the floor.

Please do all these little things to let safeguard your children by themselves. We couldn’t control much in this society but atleast we can do a few possible concerns before it gets tougher. Thank you.

© Yashica Priya

Hey, You’re Gorgeous!

Stop minding about what others think. Don’t bother if you are fat or lean. Being skinny is as cute as being chubby. Wide eyes are attractive. Dimples are cute. Cheek bones are amazing. Long face or curly hair is fine. The curves or the flat body won’t define you. Your physical structure is extremely perfect. Someone dreams to be like you. May be sometimes when draping a saree or putting on your favorite hoodie you wouldn’t feel great. Instead, mind will be like “this is bad on me. If I had been like that, I’d have looked wow”. That inferiority complexion destroys you. Be proud for being the real you. You are who you are. You’re whatever you love. You’re your favorite color. You’re that wish-to-happen. You’re that dream-come-true. You’re that music you love. You’re that sunset you admire. You’re that kid inside you. You’re that candy you’d love to taste. You’re that destination where you want to end up. Be that who doesn’t give up easily and who is hard to give up on.
Take out a book and smell the pages. Spray the perfume and feel the fragrance. Open the window and let the breeze kiss you. Sit on a lawn with legs wide open and look at the clouds moving.

Be mature enough to understand what life is but be literally immature when you want to have fun and feel every bit of yourself. Be calm. It’s okay. You’re special in some way. Ignore the world. Appreciate yourself and learn from yourself.

So whatever you’re longing for or what you honestly want is already within you, isn’t it? You’re the vision of miracle and you yourself are one supernatural phenomenon. Cheers!

© Yashica Priya

Those Days of School Life

Weren’t those days great?
Those days when we just had to wake up from bed to reach school, sit there for eight hours, and cherish those initial 5 minutes of time when teacher takes long to come to the class.
Those printed textbooks and observation notebooks inside the bag weighed so much.
Always waited for the bell to ring and ran home to watch the favourite cartoon and mother feeding us food. And Google always helped us finish our homeworks.
Those 100 SMS per day and Good morning/Good night conversation between classmates.
Those days where we wait for summer vacation just to play Mario and Contra. The duck shoot on the television screen looked like the advanced form of technology.
Collection of Parle-G covers to win the lucky lottery; we never knew that was all fake.
Cutting down and saving pictures from newspaper of favorite celebrities and hiding them so that dad doesn’t see them.
The 20-minute Shaktimaan serial was such a pleasure.
We were mostly concerned on choosing the colour of kites and cover pages on rough notes.
Excursion to a theme park and a night-before shopping scenes to buy the favourite snacks seemed like a world tour.
We were healthy, we were secure, we were overjoyed, we learnt, we really smiled. Anger or joy or sadness, we expressed whole-heartedly.
Where are those now?
Time flew.
We grew.
We now work for someone’s growth, as a slave. We became conservative. We actually don’t live now but survive for our family’s welfare. And is that how life changes? Missing our beloveds and accepting the lame paths of life?
I miss life. I miss those people. I miss my teachers. I miss myself.
I wish I could once more tie in the shoe lace, put on the school badge, carry my bag, and walk into the school with pride.

© Yashica Priya

Trust Me, I Drew This! 😃

This is my very first freehand pen work. Zoom in and see for better clarity!

It took nearly 4 months to complete it, as I did it in between my other schedules. This gave me a really wonderful chance to work on something new. I learnt a lot of patience from this, because every design needed a unique perfection to make it look wow. Finally, it turned out to be my most favourite. 😃❤️

© Yashica Priya

Love ‘And’ Marriage | A Beautiful Event

Just on an imagination ☺️❤️

A new journey of two young hearts to build one future together.

Well, she was 23. But she remained to be the same little princess in family. She always puts her dad first in everything, because he was her first real-life hero.

Like a shot, a day came where her family decided of getting her married to a prince charm.
She ignored this, because she already had found her Prince.

“SHE” and “HE” planned everything about their future. Every bit of it, like the colour of her wedding saree and the pattern of his coat suit; their honeymoon trip and a selfie in front of the Efil Tower; the wall-paint colour of living room and together-cooking fun on every sunday; the long road trips and candle light dinner on their special anniversaries; a cuddle every night and a kiss every morning, and so on as such.

She immediately had to ring him up to say about the wedding decision at home.
So, what next? They took a step forward to convey this to their parents.

As usual, the guy had nothing much to fight with his family. It went smooth for him. It was not the same for the girl. Because for a girl, it is not just a wedding, but something which changes her whole fate.

She approached her dad, with a confidence.
As it always used to be, he hugged his little girl. He sensed that something was wrong.
She had the fear inside. Still, she said him everything. She had millions of thoughts going on, as what would be his answer?
An Yes? Or No? Or What?

He left the place without uttering a word. She saw the quick disappointment on his face. The guilt pierced her heart deep inside.
On the other side, she did not want to betray her guy too. She cannot shatter his dreams and the promises she gave.

This ain’t her fault. Love can happen to anyone. It is an emotional feeling that cannot stop someone from falling for the other.

She couldn’t control herself from crying.
The tears smudged her kajal.

Her dad was in a colossal dilemma. He had two major thoughts; one that “Why did my daughter do this?”, and the other that “I want to give her the life she needs”. With these, he was directed to endless confusion.

With a full-hearted decision, he came to her. She did not face him. He lifted up her chin with care. He gave his opinion saying that “Your choice is mine”.

He did not give her the best in everything; instead, he gave everything that she liked.
This was where he stood as a “DAD”.

This time, she spilled tears in joy—the joy of being his daughter. She had a proud in herself for no reason.

The wait was enough.
The marriage date was fixed. Behind the scene, they were living their dreams. They had well-planned wedding bells and photographs.

She was beautifully drapped in a light-coloured silk saree with golden zari, and her mascara and lip colour were majestic. The dark tone of mehandi prints enhanced her beauty.
On contrast, he looked perfect in his well-stitched black suit, and his black metal wrist watch was on point.

Her ornaments twinkled in the yellow lights. She seemed to look pretty in his eyes. Their eyes kept meeting each other despite the huge crowd at the marriage hall. Their looks were ravishing. They couldn’t take their eyes off from each other.
He winked at her, and to his surprise, she gave a glance of shy that she never had in her entire life. That was the time she felt herself as a grown, matured woman.

The moment he tied the knot, their eyes communicated the feeling “WE WON”.

The kumkum on her forehead and the toe ring on the pointer toe gave her the identity of being his wife.

That was their happy beginning💚

© Yashica Priya