" A Story of a Hooker or Prostitue "
This story is inspired by indian community, how the circumstance creates a prostitute.
Once upon a time there was a 12 year old Girl, her name was Rekha , she studied in class 9th in a government school. There was total 7 members in her family, Mom , dad , granny , and her 4 smaller sisters. They all lived in a slum area and her father was handicapped also he beg for their survival.
That day was just like every day, when she was coming from her school to her home but her destiny was calling her somewhere else. She was kidnapped by few people that day , and those were the gang members of the human trafficking group who smuggled girls from one place to ano...
Seeing you dance
Reminded me of fun times.
A time of liberation
Suddenly i realized i have been
Turning down the dance,
Because i know...
Such things are childs game.
Would have lived with blood no charm
In the shackle's verdict prey
Would cuff my bones and glaze the flesh
In moments, but how could they
Feed on fear, on the afraid sheer
Suffering head and the molten soul
On smiles on scar and a skin that's tar
On a patient spear on the broken toe
Would have tried with all my might
To swim and walk in the freezing fire
Would love to drown in evil mound and
Sit on coal for the selfless night
Patience crude and an ego rude
The stars I see deep down the sand
Wounds so fresh the flesh so tight and
Crawling tired the no man's land
Would have taken swifts to borrow
Breaths that tremble in a trembling throat
Dear writing ....!!!
The best thing about you is ..
I don't need to say too much...
Only few words explain my
very well... ❤️❤️
It's because the words flow better in a paper or a blank canvas.
It's because when my voice fails, lettrs is my medium to communicate,
It's because I trip over my own voice and words when I speak.. At least in a lettr, everything is straight up raw and editable.
It's because when I'm all alone, my voice is still heard here...
And because I love this app so much for the good and bad memories I've got.
Letters can be my medium to my past, my present and hopefully my future growth.
आज फिर कुछ हिंदी में लिख रहा हु ।।
कुछ प्यार से समझाना है इसलिए फिर से लिख रहा हु ।।
मेरे बारे में बात करना है तो करो पर अफ़वाह ना उड़ाओ।।
समझ में आया क्या ।।
नहीं आया तो फिर से पढ़ लो ।।
Harriet was an imaginative and free-spirited 21 year old. Despite her prestige background and family royalty, she always had a hankering for adventure.
One particular afternoon, she sat mesmerized by her endless rows of vibrant flowers. The columbine blooms and coralbells have made their annual appearance, not any less spectacular than the year before. The bees balms and, of course, daisies, also greeted her every morning. Her Hollyhocks and Bellflowers were planted along the east side of the cottage and won’t bloom until last spring- early Summer.
It has been a wild transitioned from Winter to Spring, and her imagination needed fresh air. In...
If we can enjoy the little things then we don’t need as many big things.
And lettrs has become the biggest little thing I know, thanks to the PenPals who make it shine every day.
बहुत अजीब होता हैं ये यादों का गम़
लफ्जो़ में थोड़ा ज्यादा
हकीकत में थोड़ा कम
I wanted to just put this out there too, I'm looking for PenPals, I think it would be great to make some new online friends :) Added bonus if you actually are near where im from haha. Thats all!
I need a lot of strength right now not to break. I've been searching for ways to forget, but as I keep saying; there is no way to forget. I'm a broken record. I have all these emotions inside me that are waiting to be released. I can't keep doing this. I can't keep writing to flush out my thoughts. I'm spinning hateful words inside my mouth, and most of them are all about myself.
I'm a human full of memories. Everywhere I go, I get reminded of what I had and what I lost. I tried to focus on myself, but it didn't help me one bit. I feel like I'm damaged goods, and there's no way to regain the determination I had before. I'm not the monster that most of you think I am. I don't mean to spr...
Today, I had a privilege to attend the live TED talk which has been organised near my town.
It was based on the theme, “Canvassing the Destiny”.
All the speakers has shared their journey of how they shape their destiny by conquering all the obstacle they have faced on journey. I loved all the insights they have offer, but there is one real life story that resonate in my heart more than anything happen in that event.
It was shared by Sandeep Talwar, who is Chief Marketing Officer at Akshaypatra Foundation which is serving 1.7 million children every single day. Which in itself is an inspiring pursuit which happen with the combination of purpose, vision and technological solutions.
She : why do you write?
He : you said you like my madness... Scribbling words about your beauty is mine.
She walked slowly with a smile.
He went behind.
At times things strike you all of a sudden,
Being away from mother, my mind began to unbutton.
Thats when I wrote for her anniversary,
And realised rhyming was no mystery.
After a long gap, I hit back writing about friends,
Then slowly adapted to the changing trends.
Thats when ‘lettrs’ happened to me,
I had no clue how interesting it would be.
The best platform to pen down my thoughts,
My subconscious mind gradually unfolded its knots.
Real incident of my life... must read you will be shocked too :- (for english scroll down below)
एक दिन की बात है मैं दोपहर का खाना खा रहा था। और मैंने खाते हुए अपने पास से एक आवाज़ सुनी जो की मूषक के बच्चो की थी। उनकी माँ उनके पास नहीं थी और वो भूक से तड़प रहे थे।
शायद उनकी माँ उनके लिए खाना ढूंढने गई थी। मुझसे उनकी ये हालात देखि नहीं गई और मैंने उनके पास एक रोटी का टुकड़ा रख दिया पर वो इतने छोटे थे की वो उसको खा नहीं सकते थे। फिर मैंने सोचा की उनकी माँ तो खा ही लेगी आ कर और फिर इनकी भी भूक मिट जायेगी अपनी माँ के दूध से। और फिर तब ही उनकी माँ वहां आ गई पर उसके पास कोई खाना नहीं था। मुझे लगा की वो भूकी है इसलिए वो ये रोटी का टुकड़ा खा लेगी। पर मैं ये देख के हैरान रह गया उसने उस रोटी के टुकड़े को...
"Strange" Still A Love Story".
My eyes found a girl for me and
My heart confirmed to me
that she is your love of life and
Rest everything done by the time
Where I was madly in love with her, every day from morning to night
I was behind her and knowing more about her from the distance and then finally a day came when I proposed her by saying
Either you say yes or no
But say it
Will you marry me
She said "I don't want time to decide so I say Yes" and rest is our story of love.