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I’m the New Bride-to-be. ❤️

So it’s all done. I packed my bags. My wardrobe is empty. All set to leave my family and home. Few hours left. Counting my last hours as Spinster, and himself as a Bachelor. I’m super excited; also I let my tears flow at night. I’m so embarrassed. I have to wake up to get prepared for my big day. I’ve bought all the beautiful dresses and sarees. I’m loving my ornaments. My mehandi prints are fabulous. I’m gearing up my mind to stand there in front of the huge crowd, with my fiancé. My mom talks about how to life further, how to cook good food, when to wake up in the morning, how I should treat his family, how flexible should I be situations and blend with people; and on the other side my dad starts his lecture. Hell lot of advices from both. For the very first time, their goodness and guidance put me in tears instead of ending up in anger. Parents seem to sound so beautiful at some instances. 24 years of my journey with them. So much comfort and love, all these days and every minute. I’m so deeply jailed behind my thoughts. I’ll no longer be pampered under my parents’care. Myself and my very own family is changing into a long-distance relationship. I’m so afraid. So much. What should I do the very next day at his house? Go to the kitchen early in the morning? Greet my in-laws? So, how will they respond to me back? When to take a break and relax on the couch? A sudden transformation from ‘I lay on my bed all day long and my mom never minds’ to ‘I’ve to take up multiple responsibilities and keep up with my duties everyday’. So weird! When should I go to bed and when does my morning shades appear? What if I act strange or funny sometimes in front of my new family? Will they judge me? Will they love me all the time? I’m confused. I’m scared. I’ve to prepare myself for everything and face it alone. New people, new surroundings, new taste of foods, new relationships. I know I can no more complaint about having Upma for my breakfast. Nor I can make something different according to my taste. It is that. That’s how it is supposed to be. I understand. I’ll miss my mom switching off the fan at 10 a.m. to wake me up; and my dad and cousins who always pull my leg for everything and nothing. I’m sure to do my best to satisfy my new family. I bring a promise here to bring happiness to myself and to my new family too. A changeover from being a daughter and sister to a wife and daughter-in-law. What kind of a curse to all girls to leave her family halfway and go just like that! I’ll wait for the day I can visit my family again. Once in a week or maybe twice a month? That is going to the toughest yet unforgettable moment in my life too. ❤️

© Yashica Priya

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Finally 🥰
Reached 1K followers on BEYOND THE END.
Blog life has been the best. ❤️
Feeling blessed, totally. I still remember those days where I had a life that was lame, and people disliking me. Now, I’m here, known to many people just by name and my writings!
Whatever you do, do with love, passionately.
Believe. Believe hard that you deserve the best. It’ll reach you somehow. Spread Love and Peace at infinite measures.
Many thanks to my beloveds who always kept me balancing with positive vibes!

Thank you all for the constant support and good words that lifted me to write better and improve!
More love, peace, and prayers to each of you. 🤗
To write is to take a chance, but to get noticed is beyond a blessing. ❤️❤️❤️

Much Love,
Yashica Priya. 🙏💗

What’s Wrong in being a Housewife?

Why is that people give a weird look when I say “I want to be a housewife”?
They be like, “Yeah? Seriously? Why don’t you go for a job and be independent?”
This is so irritating at times.
Yes, I have a good educational career, have worked previously, and earned enough. And now when I want to settle as a homemaker, don’t hesitate to listen what a girl like me has on mind.
With the growing economy and intense popularity, the idea of women being housewives has gotten really worse. The understructure of being an “ideal” woman, according to this society today, is to have a decent degree beside the name, a great job, and a well-paid salary. Women who stay at home, preferring to be a 24*7 wife, mother, and daughter-in-law, are in no way lesser than those women who work in a greatest MNC. We too have dreams, goals to achieve, and so many. But according to me, to build my family with love, care, responsibilities means a lot rather than working for a random company’s growth. I work for my family, I help them grow, I wish to be there for them irrespective of wild winds and soothing breezes. If one chooses to stay at home, washing vessels and clothes and helping her in-laws, she is supposed to be called “brave” for sacrificing her personal dreams. I suppose it’s something that shouldn’t be degraded and pulled down with sarcasm or whatever you call it. I have the capability to run to the kitchen and manage my partner’s savings at the same time. Also I’m sure that I’m eligible to get into the workplace I really want to. I don’t see myself anywhere a step lower than other women who earn.
Maybe with this designation of housewife, I hope I can build one or few humans stronger with clarity of mind and feed them good vibes. I wouldn’t tie them with my thoughts but with my soul that’s attached so deeply within us as a family.
Don’t say that I failed to create my life by not pursuing with my career. Not everyone does their career or job with love. Choosing to be a housewife takes real talent and every work is done passionately with lively presence and soft smiles, which I think is most needed to live life fully. The meaning of a family is to grow together with compassion, love, and respect towards each other. It is not a NECESSITY to work. I wish women support each other when they choose to settle down as a proud homemaker! No matter how much we do, we never get a “Wow” or a “Congratulations on your bonus” exclamations. There’s no sick leave or casual leave.
We make “house” a happy “home” to live in. We’re hired once and are forever hired.

© Yashica Priya

Happy Women’s Day

Happy Women’s Day to all the lovely women out there.

Being a woman, always remember you deserve more of respect, love, and affection. You are stronger than you will ever know. Don’t let anyone degrade your standard. Know that you are born to live the best life. Make use of the ultimate purpose of your existence. Have the courage to walk away if anything worthy is served lesser for you. Because, your excellency is above men. Always have two kinds of attitude; one to make a real man fall for you and the other to burn the so-called men if they ill-treat you.

I love you all. More Peace be with you. ❤️

© Yashica Priya

Women, say, “I’m Happy that I’m on My Periods.”

Every month we recieve a call; a call from the uterus.
Something is on the way.
We rush to check if we have stained.
No, not yet.
We check twice or thrice before going to bed.
And later, we wake up with immense pain.
A war of 5 days.
Laying straight on bed, with those sticky pads rubbing and striking our thighs.
You see us walking with legs wider.
Because it’s inconvenient; it’s so uncomfortable.
Understand.
We feel so hungry, but really don’t wish to eat anything.
We go to the workplace, and work with physical pressure.
Hell lot of mood swings.
Nobody cares; nor they’re willing to.
After a tiring day, we take a hectic travel to reach home.
We try to sleep and try to find one comfortable position to sleep peacefully.
Hell no. We feel every drop of blood that’s dripping.
The cramps are horrible.
We survive the pain.
We breathe through the rotten blood smell.
We bleed so that the Earth can have enough lives.
Our blood is a Siren that indicates we’re healthy and normal.
Men, take our pain more serious. We tolerate it beyond limits. Just three days. It won’t last longer. Adjust with us.
Red dots on our back are not a shame, but pride.
Because, Bleeding is a Blessing. ❤

“I’m happy to say that I’m on my periods.”

© Yashica Priya

ABHINANDAN VARTHAMAN 🙏

The brave heart took a great challenge to fight against an other country.
They started it all; they killed our people,
but then it was time to unveil the face of our true Hero, Abhinandan.
It was a battle on the sky, a huge battle.
Such an unfortunate that he ended up landing on the ground of the opposition country,
where he was caught and beaten up.
Just because he was an Indian and belonged to the Indian Air Force?
He tried all possible ways, ran on all the four directions;
Not to save himself but to safeguard all the confidential documents he had with him.
He tried swallowing a few, but caught in hands of horrific people.
His hands were tied, eyes were blindfolded, and face dripping with blood and sweat,
It did break the hearts of every Indian,
to see our own human in extreme grievance.
The worry we Indians had was multifarious.
He wouldn’t be aware of what was going on, where has he been trapped, or under whom.
Our hearts were drenched in pain and soreness.
But he survived the agony, and in no way his face expressed it.
The courageous heart had the politeness, the same melodious tone of voice, and the bravery to go through it.
Can someone do this much to save their country?
Like a Lion amongst snakes.
But then after we heard that he’s safe and returning back to his Mother Nation,
we felt happiness beyond miles.
We love you, Sir.
You wipped off the empathy we had on you and replaced it with huge proud.
I’m so glad to say that I live in the country where Wg. Cdr. Abhinandan resides.
He is finally back.
Love and Peace.

~ A proud Indian,
© Yashica Priya