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What I eat in a day??( Indian edition)

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I’ve got a confession to make: I’m completely obsessed with those “What I Eat in a Day” videos on YouTube. You know the ones I’m talking about, right? Where people meticulously document every morsel of food that passes their lips throughout the day and such good aesthetics.

There’s just something fascinating about seeing what others eat, and I can’t get enough of it. So, I thought it was high time I shared my “What I eat In a day ” – South Indian version.

Buckle up, folks, Fasten your seatbelts because this is going to be one delicious ride!

**Morning Dosa (Rice Crepe) Delight:**

My day always kicks off with a bang, thanks to my morning dose of dosa (rice crepe)! It’s not just any dosa; it’s the South Indian wonder that’s crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Moreso, like my heart !!! I’ve got my dosa batter down to a science. It’s a perfect blend of rice and urad dal (lentils) that’s been fermenting overnight, creating that distinct tangy flavour.
It’s like love at first sight and the child of a perfect union!!
I spread out the batter on a hot tava, making sure it’s thin and even, and then watch the magic happen. The edges start to crisp up, and when it’s golden brown, I know it’s time to flip. The sizzle and that irresistible aroma make mornings worth waking up for.
It’s my drug , figuratively and literally!!
But, I’m no purist; I love experimenting with dosa fillings. My personal favourite is a potato masala stuffing with a hint of spice. The dosa, crispy yet yielding, wraps around the spicy filling like a warm hug on a cold winter night.A dollop of coconut chutney and a drizzle of sambar (a spicy lentil-based soup) complete the picture. There’s something about the combination of flavours and textures that puts me in a good mood every day!

It’s mouthwatering!!!!

Dosa with Chutney



**Lunch: Rice, Dal (Lentil Curry), and Salad Sensation:**

Lunchtime is when I aim for a perfect balance. I prepare a generous serving of fluffy white rice. That’s my canvas. On one side, I ladle out some piping hot dal (lentil curry), usually made with toor dal or moong dal. The subtle spices and herbs in the dal infuse the entire plate with warm comfort.
It’s my comfort food, especially when I am working and I don’t have time to prepare food. It’s my go-to meal.
But it’s not all about indulgence. I always add a side of fresh, crispy salad. A mix of colourful vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, and carrots. Toss in some greens for good measure – lettuce, spinach, whatever I have on hand. It’s all about that crunch and the refreshing contrast to the hearty dal and rice.

For a little extra flair, I might sprinkle some toasted cumin seeds or garnish with cilantro. It’s the kind of meal that makes you feel nourished and content without feeling weighed down.

Rice dal and salad ( it’s not aesthetic, but that’s what I eat)



**Dinner: Roti (Indian Flatbread) with Kadai  Chicken :**

Dinner is when I take a different route, often in the form of roti (Indian flatbread) paired with a spicy, flavorful kadai  chicken. Roti is my canvas this time. I roll out the dough, making sure it’s just the right thickness, and then cook it on a hot tava until it puffs up like a balloon.

The star of the dinner show, though, is the kadai  chicken. This dish is a blend of tender chicken pieces cooked with tomatoes, bell peppers, onions, and a myriad of spices. The flavours are a rollercoaster ride for the taste buds. It’s a fiery combination that I adore. It’s amazing how the simplicity of roti can be a perfect partner for the bold flavours of this dish.

Dinner is a bit more indulgent, but that’s what makes it a delightful way to wrap up the day.

**Snacking Sensation:**

In between meals, I like to keep things light with some healthy snacks. Nuts, fruits, or maybe some yoghurt are my go-to. I’m not one to shy away from a bit of dark chocolate if I need a little pick-me-up.

**The Sweet Endings:**

I do have a sweet tooth, so no day is complete without a little indulgence. It might be a piece of homemade chocolate chip banana bread or a scoop of creamy vanilla ice cream. Sometimes, a bowl of fresh fruit with a drizzle of honey does the trick. It’s a sweet ending to a day filled with deliciousness.

**The Takeaway:**

I’ve always believed that food is not just about fueling the body; it’s about feeding the soul. Each meal is a chance to savour the flavours, textures, and love that goes into preparing it. What I eat in a day is a reflection of my ever-evolving culinary journey. It’s a mix of comfort, experimentation, and sheer enjoyment.

So, there you have it, a sneak peek into what I eat in a day. It’s a mix of tradition and experimentation, comfort and spice, and a whole lot of flavour. Whether it’s the comforting dosa (rice crepe) in the morning, the balanced lunch, the indulgent dinner, or the sweet endings, each meal has its special place in my heart.

And as my obsession with “What I Eat in a Day” videos continues, I can’t help but appreciate the diversity of our food choices. Food truly is a universal language, and sharing our daily food adventures is a delightful way to connect. So, what’s on your plate today? Share your food journey, and let’s celebrate the deliciousness of life together!

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Am I A Loser: My Journey Feeling lost

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Hey there, it’s me, just an average person with an overwhelming sense of brokenness and loss. I have been a mess lately. Have you ever felt like holding you so tightly that you feel suffocated ????Have you ever seen as a Loser

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Loser Lost in chaos

Today, I want to rant about my journey through this emotional whirlwind, and the nagging question that keeps me up at night: “Am I a loser?”” Why do I feel so lost “

**The Privilege Paradox: Feeling Too Damn Lucky**

I’ll admit it; I am privileged in many ways. I had access to a good education, a supportive family, and a relatively comfy life. But here’s the thing – privilege doesn’t spare you from the inner battles. It doesn’t protect you from the constant feeling that you’re falling short.

You see when I think about privilege, I can’t help but wrestle with a paradox. I’ve grown up with advantages that many others don’t have. I never had to worry about where my next meal would come from, and I had access to quality education. I had a safety net of loving parents who were always there for me. On paper, I was incredibly fortunate.

But sometimes, that very privilege can lead to feelings of guilt and confusion. You start to wonder, “Why am I feeling this way when I have so much going for me?” It’s a strange and challenging feeling when you realize that your privileges, which should make you feel secure, end up making you question your worth.

**From Top of the Class to Rock Bottom**

Once upon a time, I was that student who aced exams, the one everyone thought was going to conquer the world. I consistently topped my class, received accolades and praise, and I had a clear path ahead of me. I was ambitious and had high hopes for my future.

But somewhere along the way, I lost my sense of purpose. The world started to blur, and my goals felt like distant stars. It’s strange how the same person who was once at the top can feel like they’re at the bottom. It’s like life took a wild turn, and I wasn’t ready for it.

The transition from a high-achieving student to feeling like a complete underachiever can be emotionally overwhelming. I constantly question what went wrong. I reminisce about the times when I was on top of the world and wonder how I ended up here, in this state of self-doubt and uncertainty.

And that’s where I am at! In the cycle of what ifs and what could have been !!

**Dreams vs. Reality: It’s Scary AF**

We all have this picture-perfect life in our minds, right? I sure did. The problem is when reality doesn’t match our dream world, it’s a scary place to be. I’m terrified that I might never get to live the life I envisioned, and that’s a heavy weight to carry.

I had a vision of how my life would unfold. I thought I’d have a successful career and financial stability. But life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you. Maybe it was the job I didn’t get, the relationship that didn’t work out, or the unexpected health issues. Suddenly, I found myself far from the picture-perfect life I had painted in my mind.

This disparity between my dreams and reality can be paralyzing. It’s not just scary; it’s downright petrifying. I often wonder if I am doomed to fall short of the grand expectations I have set for myself. It’s a constant struggle to reconcile my dreams with the way life is actually unfolding.

**The Fear of Being a Loser: It’s a Real Struggle**

The fear of being a loser haunts me. It’s this constant, gnawing sensation that I’m somehow failing at life. I guess it’s natural to want to be successful, to feel validated. But let’s be real – your worth isn’t determined by what you’ve achieved. It’s not about being on top; it’s about the journey. This is the thought that keeps me sane now.

We live in a world that places a tremendous emphasis on success and achievement. Whether it’s the pressure to have a high-paying job, a beautiful home, a loving family, or a long list of accomplishments, the fear of not measuring up to these societal standards can be debilitating.

The fear of being a loser can creep in when we compare ourselves to others who seem to have it all together. Social media doesn’t help either; it’s a highlight reel of people’s best moments. When I scroll through those perfectly curated lives, I can’t help but feel like I am falling short. It’s easy to forget that everyone faces struggles and challenges, even if they don’t share them on Instagram. That there’s a difference between reel and real life.


Somewhere along the line, on the good days, I believe that my worth isn’t determined by my job title, my relationship status, or the number of likes on my social media posts. I am probably not defined by my accomplishments or lack thereof. My worth comes from within, from the values I hold, the love I give, and the resilience I show in the face of adversity.

**Finding My Way in the Darkness**

I’m in a dark place right now. Feeling lost, feeling broken – it’s hard to put into words. But I’ve decided it’s okay to be here. It’s okay to be not okay, reach out to friends. My privilege can be my strength – it can help me bounce back.

Ultimately, I want to tell myself and anyone else who’s been in my shoes that you’re not a loser. You’re a human being with the power to find your way through the mess, redefine your goals, and make your life meaningful. It’s okay to feel lost, but what you do with that feeling matters. Let’s take one step at a time on this emotional rollercoaster of a journey we call life.

I’m still navigating this journey but determined to find my way. I know it won’t be easy, but I’m ready to embrace the uncertainty and learn from it. If you’re feeling lost and like a loser too, know that you’re not alone. It’s okay to be vulnerable, to ask for help, and to take one small step at a time. We’re all in this together, trying to make sense of our unique and complex journeys. And remember, you are not a loser – you’re a fighter, a survivor, and you have the potential to overcome your doubts and fears.

Yeah this is me from a past couple of weeks !!!

I think thats why I wanted this blog to do really well because somewhere I wanted to feel I was good at something !!!

I m getting there I guess but I m okay honestly!!!

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Lost Love : Poetic Farewell to My Crush

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Dear crush,
I have some words to weave,
So that I can let you finally leave,
We met as mutuals,
We clicked instantly, the timing a bit unusual,
We texted long convos nothing like my usual,
I wish I could just put everything back to neutral.


Emotions, feelings I tried to make it hush,
Yet it seemed something that I couldn’t brush,
And then you become my internet crush.
Weirdly enough making me all time blush,
And  you made me feel all the romantic  rush.


You made me feel comfortable in my skin,
Acquaintance or friend, I didn’t know where to sink in,
I wanted it to be something more,
You were something that I have never had before.


I pretended to be unbothered but I was scared,
Because it was all new and I was unprepared.
You were the scintilla And your eyes bought me that,
It used to lighten up my darkest nights,
A glimpse of a text, I glimmer,
Used to help me shine even brighter,
Battling my insecurities and the dark thoughts I was in,
Yet you were never mine to begin.


I was my free annoying sarcastic self with you,
You were everything wonderful, perfect, and true.
Our conversations kept me alive and shining,
Till you found me annoying.
I never intended that but it came to that point,
From your viewpoint, I was a disappoint.


I finally moved away from the city,
I wish there was no nitty gritty,
Yet we were somewhere in touch,
Months passed and everything in me screamed
I wasn’t good enough
Maybe withholding from making a move
But for you, I wanted to make an improve
We talked., I wanted to know you so much more
That I stayed for you to open up
I patiently waiting for your nothing to turn into my sup
I knew it was difficult, you had your issues
But I was always ready with my tissues.


But somewhere in the weird what-if scenarios
I knew I could do that, highly optimistic
But boy was I wrong, I wasn’t realistic
You were closed off and shut me off
Yet I tried harder to break through your shell
Though I knew in you somewhere I fell.
Then I moved back to the city,
And you asked us to meet,
I was happy and cynical and giddy.
It never happened ,I was devastated..


Everything got complicated ,yet I waited,
But I consoled myself telling it was okay,
Maybe someday?
Until there wouldn’t be, as I lashed out on you,
You called me annoying and finally, I broke down.


Days later I apologized yet I knew something in us was broken.
We were never going back to being friends,
I knew this is exactly where it ends.
Days later I realized, did I know you at all??
Maybe I didn’t, I just indulged myself in too many scenarios..


I thought I knew you.
I knew a tiny part of you, which I m grateful,
But today I m heartbroken.
I m away from the city, conversations playing in my head,
Waiting for this moment to never come,
My breathing is heavy and broken,
As I write this ,as my grief speaks in poetry unspoken,
But I m kissing my memories with teary-eyed
I have too many words to tell yet I am all numb and heartbroken


As goodbyes I know can never be outspoken or forespoken.
Yet not letting you go
But I know I have to let you go
So this is the letter i weave,
Because I m not the princess in your story.


I walked in your path and had my world collide,
I m glad I did because it’s a labyrinth.
Even if right now, my sorrow is significant,
Bearing it makes me crushed and mystified,
But I don’t want all this to be Trapped inside,


Because in this process I found me,
The writer and character, the setting, and the plot
But I will nevertheless miss you
You were my story to weave
Hence I take my leave……

Hey there,

I wanted to take a moment to chat about this poem and the whole ‘crush’ thing. Pouring my heart out like this wasn’t just cathartic, it was a real eye-opener.

Having a crush, it turns out, is a bit like stumbling upon a hidden gem. It makes you feel alive, a little giddy, and yeah, sometimes even a tad frustrated. Putting pen to paper, or rather fingers to keys, helped me make sense of it all.

See, a crush isn’t just a passing fancy. It’s a little spark that reminds us we’re capable of feeling deeply. And penning this down? It’s like freezing a moment in time, a souvenir from this rollercoaster ride of emotions.

So, here’s to crushing, to feeling, and to embracing every wild twist and turn. Thanks for joining me on this adventure.

Cheers,

(Ps All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental)

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8 Haikus: My Liberation In Books

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1
Classic tales of yore,
In books, we can explore,
Timeless wisdom’s store.

2
Words like whispered dreams,
In books, reality gleams,
Life’s complex schemes.

3
From cover to close,
A story’s journey it shows,
In words, the heart glows.

4
Mysteries concealed,
In the pages, truths revealed,
In books, we are healed.

5
Language’s sweet art,
In books, we find every part,
Of the human heart.

6
Each chapter’s new start,
In the library, we depart,
To worlds set apart.

7
Through the writer’s view,
In books, we’re born anew,
Each page, a world to pursue.

8
At day’s quiet end,
In books, our minds transcend,
Time, we comprehend.

In libraries vast,
Silent stories, memories cast,
A future and a past.

10
Fiction’s sweet refrain,
Characters dance in the brain,
In books, we remain.

11
History’s embrace,
In the volumes, we can trace,
Humanity’s face.

12
Verse and prose unite,
In the bound words, we find light,
Day turns into night.

13
Shelf upon shelf, bound,
In books, wisdom is found,
Worlds without a bound.

14
Turn a page and find,
A new world, a different mind,
In books, we’re entwined.

15
Ancient scrolls and more,
Books are windows to explore,
Knowledge to implore.

16
Fantasy unfurls,
In tales of knights and ancient worlds,
Adventure calls.

Okkk , now I am obsessed with haikus !!!

I almost wrote 30 haikus in a dayyyy

Can you believe that !!!

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Haiku (Day 2)

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In libraries vast,
Books whisper secrets of old,
Tales forever told.

2.
Pages turn with grace,
Ink and paper interlace,
Worlds in each embrace.

3.
Cover’s artistry,
Invites curiosity,
A world to foresee.

4.
Knowledge unfurling,
In the pages, worlds are twirling,
Learning’s sweet swirling.

5.
Between shelves I stand,
Bound by stories, a book in hand,
My escape is planned.

6.
From dawn until dusk,
In books, I place my trust,
Words, my treasure trove.

7.
Spine creased with love,
Worn pages rise like a dove,
Thoughts from above.

8.
Whispers of the past,
In dusty tomes they’re cast,
Time’s shadows contrast.

9.
Library’s delight,
Books transport us through the night,
Imagination’s flight.



Haiku, with its roots in Japanese tradition, has a unique charm. As I explored this poetic form, I realized that it’s not just about words; it’s about capturing moments, emotions, and the essence of life itself.
I found beauty in nature, fleeting moments, and subtle emotions that often go unnoticed. Haiku is like a lens that sharpens our perception of the world.

I’d like to extend an invitation to all of you. Try your hand at haiku; it’s an enchanting and enjoyable creative exercise.

Explore the world around you, embrace the simplicity, and distill your thoughts into this concise form of poetry.

Share your haikus with friends, family, or even on social media,and comment down below and let’s celebrate the beauty of these small poetic gems together.

Haiku is not just a form of art; it’s a way to appreciate life’s many facets in a few, carefully chosen words.

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Haiku – AIR

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Here are some haikus in which I emphasised on the word “air”:

1.
In the morning air,
Fresh and crisp without a care,
Nature’s grace is so rare.

2.
High up in the air,
Birds in flight, a graceful pair,
Freedom fills the dare.

3.
Balloons in the air,
Colours soaring, light as prayer,
Joy beyond compare.

4.
Whispers on the air,
Secrets shared, a bond to bear,
Trust beyond compare.

5.
Kites dance in the air,
Strings of joy, laughter to spare,
Childhood memories there.

6.
Sailboats on the air,
Breezes guide, waves rise and flare,
Adventures declare.

7.
Mist hangs in the air,
Veiling landscapes everywhere,
Mystery to share.

8.
Wind in the night air,
Sings a lullaby with care,
Dreams float everywhere.

9.
The scent of flowers in the air,
Blossoms sweet, beyond compare,
Perfume to declare.

10.
Rainbows in the air,
Colours arc, a vivid glare,
Nature loves to wear.

11.
Breezes kiss the air,
Leaves in dance, a tender pair,
Autumn’s love to bear.

12.
Waves crash in the air,
Ocean’s power, grand and rare,
Nature’s force laid bare.

13.
Fireflies in the air,
Glowing stars with grace to spare,
Summer’s magic, where?

14.
Hopes float in the air,
Dreams aloft, free as a dare,
Future’s canvas, wear.

15.
Whispers on the air,
Secrets shared, love’s sweet affair,
Heartbeats, love’s heartbeat.

16.
Birdsong fills the air,
Morning’s chorus, bright and clear,
Nature’s gift to share.

17.
Mist veils in the air,
Morning’s soft and tender prayer,
Day’s beauty laid bare.

18.
Dandelions in the air,
Seeds of wishes hope to bear,
Nature’s dreams declare.

19.
Stars twinkle in the air,
Cosmic wonders, beyond compare,
Night’s grandeur, we stare.

20.
Balloons in the air,
Upward bound, lighter than air,
Celebration’s flair.

21.
Snowflakes in the air,
Blanket of white, pristine and fair,
Winter’s frosty care.

22.
Leaves whirl through the air,
Autumn’s palette, colours rare,
Nature’s art to wear.

23.
Thunder rumbles in the air,
Storm’s fury, a wild affair,
Nature’s power there.

24.
Sunrise paints the air,
Golden hues, a day’s first glare,
Morning’s light to share.

25.
Love is in the air,
Hearts entwined, beyond compare,
Eternal, a pair.

So , comment down 👇 your haikus using the word air and we can create a chain I guess !!!!

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My Journey with Poestory Porium: From Side Hustle Dreams to Struggles

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My journey with Poestory Porium began as an exciting side hustle, driven by the hope of earning some extra money. Little did I know that it would become a test of perseverance, creativity, and resilience.

When I embarked on this venture, it was with grand visions of monetizing my passion for storytelling. After all, who doesn’t love a good story? I imagined a bustling online platform where people from all walks of life would come together to share their tales, their narratives, and, in return, we’d all benefit from the riches of the written word. I saw it as an opportunity to engage with fellow storytellers and, ideally, turn my passion into a source of income.

But the reality has been quite different from my initial expectations. Poestory Porium, though fueled by my enthusiasm and dedication, hasn’t managed to churn out the profits I had hoped for. In the world of side hustles, where some individuals seem to strike gold almost effortlessly, my journey has been a constant battle.

I’ve spent countless hours curating and promoting content, investing in website development and marketing, and trying to foster a vibrant community of storytellers. And while there have been moments of joy, pride, and camaraderie, the financial success I initially aspired to has proven elusive.

Perhaps the most challenging part of this journey has been dealing with the persistent feeling of discouragement. It’s disheartening to watch others seemingly achieve overnight success in their side hustles while you continue to toil away in relative obscurity. This constant struggle can lead to self-doubt and second-guessing, wondering if it’s all worth it.

The truth is, it’s been a humbling experience. But as I reflect on this journey, I realize that Poestory Porium has brought something far more valuable into my life than just monetary gains. It has given me the gift of resilience and the strength to persevere, even when the going gets tough.

I’ve connected with an incredible community of storytellers, each with their unique perspectives and tales to share. The feedback and encouragement I’ve received from this community have been a constant source of inspiration. Poestory Porium has also become a platform where creativity knows no bounds. The stories that have been shared, the art that has been created, and the emotions evoked through words have been truly priceless.

The side hustle journey has taught me that success is not solely defined by financial gain. It’s about the passion, the connections, and the personal growth that happens along the way. Poestory Porium has become a labour of love, and the satisfaction of seeing writers and readers come together to explore the beauty of storytelling is a reward in itself.

Don’t get me wrong; I still have dreams of turning this side hustle into a lucrative venture. But I’ve come to realize that success in the world of entrepreneurship and side hustles is a marathon, not a sprint. It’s about adapting, learning from failures, and constantly evolving.

So, to those who, like me, started a side hustle with dreams of quick financial success, I say this: it’s okay to be patient, to adapt, and to find fulfilment in the journey itself. Poestory Porium has taught me that success is not measured solely in dollars and cents but in the impact we have on others and the joy we find in our endeavours.

In conclusion, my journey with Poestory Porium may not have led to the financial success I initially aimed for, but it has been a deeply rewarding and enlightening experience. This side hustle has taught me the importance of resilience, passion, and the incredible power of a supportive community. While I may not have achieved my initial financial goals, the personal growth and fulfilment I’ve gained from Poestory Porium have been priceless. It’s a reminder that success comes in many forms, and sometimes, the journey itself is the greatest reward.

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My Struggle With Declining WordPress Views

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Hello, fellow bloggers! I hope you are doing better than me. It’s been a bit of a roller coaster ride for me lately, and I just needed to express my frustration about the declining views on my WordPress blog. So, let’s get personal and dive into my blogging journey.

You know, there was a time when my blog was flourishing. I started publishing, and within a few hours the notifications started coming in. I felt like I was on top of the world, and my confidence soared. But now, it is a different story. That information has become elusive, and I’m left wondering if I’m doing something terribly wrong.

First, let me address the elephant in the room: Is it just me, or has blogging lost its allure? Well, maybe it’s a little bit of both. The digital landscape has evolved very rapidly, and it’s not the same as it was when I started. Competition is fierce, and readers’ attention spans have greatly shortened. It’s like trying to stand out in a crowded room where everyone is shouting.

I’ve tried everything I could think of. I’ve changed up my posting schedule, experimented with different content, and even dabbled in SEO. It seemed to work for a while, but then, it all went haywire again. It’s like playing a never-ending game of trial and error, and it’s seriously frustrating.

I know I’m not alone in feeling this way. In the blogging community, there is a sense of solidarity in our struggles. I have talked to other bloggers and many of them are facing the same problem. It’s comforting to know I’m not alone, but it’s also frustrating to see so many talented writers struggling to make their voices heard.

What makes it even more confusing is that there doesn’t seem to be any straightforward solution. It’s like trying to crack a code that keeps changing. What worked last year may not work today. To say the least, it’s making me feel ignorant and frustrated.

But despite all the challenges, there is something about blogging that keeps drawing me back. Perhaps it’s the thrill of connecting with readers, the joy of expressing your ideas, or the satisfaction of seeing your ideas come to life on screen. It’s a passion that’s hard to give up, no matter how frustrating it may be.

So, as I embark on this tumultuous journey of blogging with sinking thoughts, I can’t help but wonder if there’s a silver lining waiting for me. Maybe it’s about embracing changes, finding new ways to engage your audience, and never giving up. After all, it’s not just about the numbers; It’s about the love of writing and sharing your thoughts with the world.

In the end, I may be clueless and frustrated, but I’m not ready to give up just yet. Blogging may have lost some of its allure, and the struggle is real, but it’s a passion that runs deep. And who knows, maybe one day, I’ll crack the code, and those visions will start coming again. Until then, I’ll keep typing, hoping for that defining moment. Dear readers, thank you for being a part of my journey and giving me personal insight into my WordPress problems.

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Book Review – Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover

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Can you believe it ???

Ugly Love was my first Colleen Hoover book and Here I am writing a review for the same.
The synopsis for the book is as follows:
When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she knows it isn’t love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so that just leaves the sex. Their arrangement could be surprisingly seamless, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her.

My First Colleen Hoover Book:
“Ugly Love” marked my claim into the world of Colleen Hoover, an author whose name I’d heard countless times from friends, books and fellow book enthusiasts. It was only a matter of time before I gave in to the temptation to dive into one of her bestsellers. The temptation was real.
I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but I was ready for the journey. I was excited and nervous for some unknown reason and the book didn’t disappoint one bit.

Love, Pain, and Second Chances:
From the very first page, I was captivated by the pull of “Ugly Love.” Hoover’s storytelling is as engaging as it is emotional and raw. She explores the complexities of human relationships and emotions in a way that feels incredibly real and relatable. Moreso in a way it’s humane.
Tate and Miles’ story is one of love, pain, heartbreak and the possibility of second chances, and I found myself completely immersed in their world.
I felt like everything deserved a new beginning.

Miles Archer, a broken and closed-off airline pilot, and Tate Collins, a nursing student with her own set of issues, are two characters who couldn’t be more different on the surface. Kinda like opposites attract !! Still, their undeniable attraction draws them together, leading to an arrangement that’s purely physical but laden with emotional complexity. As they navigate the intricacies of their arrangement, we see their layers peel away, revealing the damaged souls beneath.
They weren’t the fairy tale prince and princess which made them more real.
They felt like real people with issues and that made me like them more.

Emotional Rollercoaster:
What struck me most about “Ugly Love” is the emotional rollercoaster it took me on. Hoover’s writing has a way of evoking raw and powerful emotions. I laughed with the characters in their moments of joy, and I cried with them in their moments enough  that my set of tissues was done
This book, despite being my first Hoover experience, assured me that I was in the hands of a gifted storyteller.

The depth of the character’s emotional turmoil, especially Miles, is portrayed with a sensitivity that touched my heart. Miles’s past is a well-guarded secret, and as it slowly unravels, the pain he carries becomes almost palpable. The complexity of his character, and the depth of his suffering, made me root for him, even when his flaws were glaring.
I also hated him but when I knew his reasons, he is my favourite book hero now!!!.

Tate is a strong and compassionate character who adds a layer of warmth and hope to the story. Her patience and understanding in the face of Miles’s emotional turbulence are admirable. As their relationship develops, you can’t help but want them to find a way to heal each other.

A Gripping Plot:
The plot of “Ugly Love” is beautifully constructed, with each chapter revealing more about the characters and their pasts. Hoover has a way of keeping you hooked, turning pages to uncover the next piece of the puzzle. The slow-burning romance between Tate and Miles is both scorching and tender, making their journey from physical attraction to something more profound incredibly satisfying.
Also, their relationship and make-outs are hot super hot.

Themes of Forgiveness and Healing:
Forgiveness and healing are central themes in “Ugly Love.” The book beautifully explores how past traumas and regrets can weigh down a person, preventing them from truly living. It shows that, with the right support and love, it’s possible to find a way back from the darkest places.

The portrayal of Miles’s journey toward self-forgiveness and emotional healing is poignant and resonated deeply with me. It serves as a reminder that we all carry our burdens and scars, and there’s hope for redemption and love, even when it feels unattainable.

Favourite Quotes:
Now, as promised, here are a few of my favourite quotes from “Ugly Love”:

1. “Love isn’t always pretty. Sometimes, it’s messy. Sometimes, it’s complicated. Sometimes, it’s downright ugly.”
2. “It’s all in the view. That’s what I mean about forever, too. For any one of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You never know for sure, so you’d better make every second count.”
3. “The thing is, I’m not ashamed of who I am anymore. I’m not running from my past. I’m not hiding. And I’m not afraid. I’m just not willing to put myself in a position to get hurt again.”

In conclusion, “Ugly Love” by Colleen Hoover is a breathtaking journey through love, pain, and healing. It’s a book that left me emotionally stirred, and I’m grateful for my introduction to Hoover’s remarkable storytelling. If you haven’t experienced her work yet, “Ugly Love” is a compelling place to start. It’s a story that will resonate with anyone who’s ever loved, lost, and hoped for a second chance at happiness.

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Ugly Love: A Novel

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My Rollercoaster of Love and Loss: Bidding Farewell to Unrequited Feelings

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Life has an uncanny way of throwing curveballs our way when we least expect them. After a heart-wrenching breakup, I found myself navigating the choppy waters of the dating world once again. Little did I know that this wild journey would introduce me to someone who would make my heart race, even if it was just for a hot minute. Our paths crossed on Bumble, of all places, and that’s where the rollercoaster ride of emotions began.

Our story kicked off like any other in this digital age, with a swipe right and a whole lot of hope. Those early conversations were stilted and awkward, just like any online dating encounter. But as time marched on, something magical started to brew.

Late-night chats soon became the norm, and I found myself eagerly awaiting our nightly rendezvous. Our conversations flowed effortlessly, without the obligatory small talk that usually plagues these online encounters. We shared stories, dreams, and secrets, and I couldn’t help but feel myself drawn deeper into this stranger on the other side of the screen.

Before I knew it, I was head over heels, genuinely liking him. His sense of humor, his zest for life, and the way he hung on to every word I said, it all made him incredibly endearing. In those late-night conversations, my heart started to thaw, and I felt that elusive spark of connection and possibility, a feeling that had been absent from my life since my breakup.

Although we never explicitly defined our relationship or made any promises, the feelings I had for him were undeniable. The ambiguity of it all added a dose of excitement to the mix. We were two people standing on the brink of something special, and it was exhilarating.

But, as life often does, it took a detour down Cruelty Street. He began to vanish from my life, as if our connection had been a fleeting dream. Our late-night conversations grew sparse, and the buzz of excitement that had once filled my heart turned into a dull, persistent ache.

I was left bewildered, trying to make sense of what went wrong. Why did he, someone who seemed so promising, begin to fade from my life? The answer remained elusive, but the result was clear – he was slipping away, and I was left grappling with emptiness and unanswered questions.

I understood that without any formal commitment, he was free to make his choices, just as I was. Modern dating is a complex, uncertain world, and we were no exception. Yet, my heart was not privy to the rules of modern dating. It was a tangled mess of emotions, caught between the freedom to explore and the hope for something deeper.

As I reflect on those days, I’m reminded of how fragile our hearts can be, and how love can be a capricious beast. My heart had dared to open up, to hope and dream, and to genuinely like someone. Yet, the absence of a formal commitment didn’t diminish the sting of his disappearance. It felt like I had left a part of myself hanging in the balance, and letting go was far from easy.

So, this is my goodbye to those unrequited feelings. It’s a nod to their presence and the role they played in my life. It’s not a bitter farewell, not a send-off with a grudge. Instead, it’s a bittersweet adieu, a tribute to the moments we shared and the emotions we stirred in each other.

I have no regrets about opening my heart. In fact, I’m thankful for the experience. It served as a reminder that love is worth the risks, even if it concludes with unreciprocated feelings. It taught me that vulnerability is a strength, and the ability to feel deeply is a beautiful part of being human.

As I say farewell to these feelings, I carry the lessons from this chapter with me. It reminds me that love is often unpredictable, free from rhyme or reason. It doesn’t always fit within our expectations or timelines. Sometimes, it’s just a fleeting moment, a beautiful encounter that leaves an indelible mark on our hearts.

Looking ahead, I’ll hold those late-night conversations dear, treasuring them as part of my journey. I know that this is just one chapter, not the end of my story. And as I move forward, I’ll take with me the hope that someday, I’ll meet someone who truly values the genuine connection I have to offer. Someone who reciprocates the feelings and is ready to explore the potential for something profound. Until that day comes, I’ll embrace the capricious nature of love and the unpredictable, sometimes painful, journey it takes us on.

So long, unrequited feelings. You were an integral part of my journey, and I’ll forever remember the moments we shared. In the grand mosaic of life, you were a thread, adding depth and complexity to my story.

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“Celestial Romance Under Starry Skies”

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In the age of Tinder, I craved a distinct tune,
An old-school love story, beneath the silver moon.
In this digital era, I yearned for a slow pace and not a chase,
To meet a soul and hearts to embrace.

I ventured beyond screens, seeking connection real,
A love story with depth and love, not just a shallow deal.
So I took a step back from my phone, embraced a hopeful chance,
To find a classic romance, like a timeless dance.

At an exquisite café, our eyes did collide,
A chance encounter, my writer swelled with pride.
Your aura, a glimmer in the hustling crowd,
With every smile , our story had endowed.

We talked endless ,for hours, shared stories and dreams,
In our laughter and comforting silences, nothing was as it seems.
This old-school love story, a gem so rare,
A vintage romance, a writer’s dream , we were a timeless pair.

Handwritten letters and walks in the park,
We walked through the night, a love to the light from the dark.
A stolen kiss on the balcony, under starry skies,
A love story written by Goddess Aphrodite in flesh and eyes .

But the world and our fate had evolved, with its modern pace,
And challenges came, we couldn’t embrace.
Our love, a relic, from a bygone day,
In the age of Tinder, it began to fray.

With heavy hearts, we parted our ways,
An old-school love story in its final days.
Though we went our separate paths, it’s true,
The memories we made will forever imbue.

In a world where swipes often come and go,
Our love story’s presence continues to glow.
The celestial connection we once did share,
Underneath the ancient sky, so real and rare.

With every star that shines in the heavens above,
It reminds me of our old-school, timeless love.
Though it’s now a memory, eternally high,
Our love still sparkles in the starry sky,
Our old-school love story, a timeless affair.
Though we’ve moved on, our hearts still can’t deny,
The beauty of love beneath the ancient sky.

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Celebrating Resilience and Ambition: Navigating Life’s Journey”

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“Amid life’s challenges, our determination ignites the flame within, guiding us to conquer countless goals on the journey of ambition.”

In the pursuit of aspirations, where ambition faces its challenges,
We navigate the intricate path, playing our diverse roles.
Amid trials and tribulations, where life exacts its tolls,
We unearth the inner strength, the flame within our souls.

With resolute determination, we confront obstacles and milestones,
Reaching for the stars, achieving countless objectives and goals.
Beneath the surface, in life’s enigmatic recesses or knolls,
We uncover concealed treasures, beneath the earthly bowls.

As our journey unfolds, and the world imposes its demands,
We persevere through hardships, crafting unyielding guiding poles.
With unwavering determination, we conquer daunting roles,
Transforming hindrances into stepping stones, igniting fiery coals.

Amid the darkest nights, where the path is steep and hard,
We compose our unique narrative, akin to a timeless bard.
In life’s extensive territory, yet to be charted or marred,
We serve as protectors of our dreams, forever on guard.

Though sometimes, scars are etched, and hearts endure harm,
By the fragments of letdowns, in life’s ever-shifting cards.
Yet, we emerge from the furnace, resilient and unscarred,
For tenacity is the shield with which we’re imbued and charred.

With a vivid vision in our hearts, a distinct mission,
We advance undeterred, defying skepticism’s derision.
Seeking authorization to chase our dreams, our ambition,
We press forward with resolve, making every correct decision.

In the realm of opportunities, our significant assignment,
Is to shape a future with deft and caring precision.
Amid the winds of change, we embrace the transition,
Uniting our endeavors, dissolving each division.

In the symphony of existence, where stories are unfurled,
Each of us is a distinct instrument, of inestimable worth.
As we strive for our aspirations, in this audacious world,
May we find the power to stand firm, never to falter or girth.

Hence, let us advance together, hand in hand, heart in heart,
Acknowledging that collectively, we transcend any part.
With ambition as our compass, our masterpiece of art,
We’ll overcome the obstacles, for we’re always united, never apart.

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**Out of Place**

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Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.



In the boundless cosmic space, I’d chase,
Longing in my heart, a mystic embrace.
Through galaxies untamed, a starry race,
I sought a destination, a unique place.

The concept of grace, a wondrous trace,
Like moonlight’s gentle kiss on nature’s face.
I yearned to grasp it, to hold its grace,
Yet, often found myself in a restless haze.

In the world’s ceaseless race, a crowded case,
I searched for solace, for a calming base.
A sanctuary of stillness, a tranquil space,
To pause, to breathe, to find my pace.

I wore a mask, a brave, bold brace,
To hide doubts, fears I couldn’t erase.
In the world’s grand embrace, a frenzied chase,
I sometimes felt lost, in a bewildering maze.

In this world’s complex embrace, I’d retrace,
My steps and dreams, with wisdom to embrace.
For it’s in the authentic self, I’d find my base,
A firm foundation, in life’s ever-changing place.

Scars etched upon my soul, life’s embrace,
Each one a story, a unique, sacred case.
In the grand showcase of existence’s grace,
I learned to wear them proudly, with no disgrace.

To find my true self, I’d seek the fireplace,
A hearth of introspection, a sacred birthplace.
In its warm, flickering glow, I’d find the trace,
Of my essence, my truth, my unique face.

They called me Scarface, in a world’s race,
But these scars are badges, my soul’s embrace.
Each one tells a tale, a life’s complex case,
Of battles won and lost, of strength and grace.

In life’s bustling marketplace, I’d find my place,
Trading dreams and hopes, with a beaming face.
For we are all artists in this vast embrace,
Contributing our colors to the canvas of space.

Through every storm and trial, I’d embrace,
The challenges that shaped me, with grace.
In the grand showcase of life’s vibrant space,
I’d discover that the journey is the true chase.

Feeling out of place was not a weak embrace,
But a reminder of my uniqueness, a soulful grace.
In those moments of doubt, in life’s complex case,
I’d uncover my purpose, my role, my true place.

In the end, I’d find beauty in life’s grace,
In its unpredictability, in its mysterious embrace.
It’s in feeling out of place, in the cosmic space,
That I’d rediscover myself, my unique birthplace.

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I deleted 50% of my blogs

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I know I am not making any sense, and most of my blogs are still there! But there are a few that have disappeared from the face of the internet. It had to!
I just felt it wasn’t me anymore!
I took a lot of time to decide where I wanted to go with this blog, and I have understood that I want to stick to poetry and story times!
Occasionally, I will share productivity tips and that side of the genre.
But if you do want that, you can follow me on Medium: https://medium.com/@poestoryporium.
 
Why did I not relate to that content anymore?
Honestly, it was the burnout and not being satisfied with whatever I wrote, and I could see people not liking that style of writing.
 
I started getting overwhelmed, but it was clear in my blogs. It was half-baked goods, figuratively and literally, but I still love some posts I wrote during that period.
I feel like nobody talks about the toll on ourselves when we continuously create content.
So I decided to sit and think.
More like rebranding myself.
And understand the shift in personal interest and focus.
After all this, I concluded that I needed a clean slate.
A slate where It just allowed me to be me.
 
Another thing that kept bothering me was, was I revealing too much?
What if someone could find my personal information or if there were any potential privacy breaches that I was exposing in my blog?
I kid you not, I went and reread all my blogs just to make sure.
I’m just being paranoid, I know, but something felt very wrong with all my writing and my posts.
 
I understood that my posts weren’t in terms of the quality that I usually write, and yeah, there was quantity but not quality.
So here, I will be focusing on both quality and quantity.
 
I went through other blogs and other famous blogger websites, and I understood that they kept a professional tone.
I tried, you know, and I successfully failed.
I want to keep it personal and informal.
But if you do want that, you can check out my Medium page.
I want my blog to be cohesive, if that makes sense.
I don’t want to post content for the sake of getting views.
I don’t understand SEO and stuff, and I have tried to make content using all those parameters, but I failed.
I was chasing my blog to be a bestseller, and in that process, I forgot my passion for writing.
Now what are the plans for this website?
I am still sticking with poetry and long blogs, with poetry being my main niche.
I will try to post every day, although it’s not a promise because I have my exams coming up.
But I will try nonetheless.
I also want to keep my blog raw, real, and authentic.
So if you aren’t comfortable with my style of writing, you can unfollow me because it doesn’t make sense to stick with me.
What did I learn from all this?
Actually, I learned to not be harsh on myself.
I also understood that my blog is a part of me; I can take inspiration from others but not take a part of them to get to my blog.
So future content creatives make mistakes and unexplore uncharted territories because that’s the only way you learn.
 
   
So yeah, that’s it. I deleted 50% of my blogs, and I learned a lot. I also figured out what works for me.
Do support me by showering me with your love and blessings.
 
 
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Brewed with Passion: The Inspiring Story of “Buy Me a Coffee,” Its Founders, and the Gift of $6

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In the vast landscape of online platforms, “Buy Me a Coffee” has emerged as a game-changer for creators, providing a unique way to connect with their audience and sustain their creative sparks.
What’s even more fascinating is the story behind the platform and its founders, who turned a simple idea into a thriving community of support for creators.

The Birth of “Buy Me a Coffee”

“Buy Me a Coffee” was founded by two dynamic individuals, Jijo Sunny and Joseph Sunny, in 2018. The story begins with a shared passion for art and a desire to help creators monetize their work without relying on traditional advertising or sponsorship deals.

The brothers, originally from India, were no strangers to the struggles faced by creators. They had seen talented artists, writers, and musicians struggle to make a living from their craft. The idea for “Buy Me a Coffee” was born out of a genuine desire to empower these creators and enable them to connect with their audience on a more personal level.

Empowering Creators

Jijo and Joseph Sunny recognized the importance of direct support from fans and followers. They believed that when people enjoy someone’s work, they should have an easy way to show their appreciation and contribute to the creator’s success. This belief led to the creation of “Buy Me a Coffee.”

The platform’s concept was elegantly simple: instead of buying a creator a coffee, you could “buy” them a digital coffee, which represented a small monetary contribution. This concept transformed the way creators could monetize their content, allowing them to receive direct support from their community.

Building a Community

One of the most remarkable aspects of “Buy Me a Coffee” is how it fosters a sense of community among creators and supporters. The platform isn’t just about financial transactions; it’s about building meaningful connections. Creators can engage with their audience, share updates, and express their gratitude for the support they receive.

Jijo and Joseph Sunny understood the power of community in sustaining creativity. They designed “Buy Me a Coffee” to be a welcoming space where creators could thrive, knowing that they had a passionate audience backing them. As a result, the platform has grown exponentially, with creators from diverse fields finding success and support.

Constant Innovation

What sets “Buy Me a Coffee” apart is its commitment to innovation. Jijo and Joseph Sunny continuously work to enhance the platform’s features and functionality, making it even more beneficial for creators. Over the years, they have introduced tools like memberships, where supporters can subscribe to a creator’s work on an ongoing basis, and digital downloads, allowing creators to sell digital products directly to their audience.

This dedication to improvement has contributed to the platform’s success and its ability to adapt to the changing needs of the creative community.

The $6 Gift: A Heartwarming Tale

Amidst the journey of “Buy Me a Coffee,” I had the privilege of experiencing the platform’s magic firsthand. It all began with a simple email notification on a sunny morning. It was from a friend I had met online a few months ago. The subject line read, “A Small Gift for You.”


Intrigued, I opened the email to find a sweet message accompanied by a digital gift card worth $6. My friend explained that they wanted to show their appreciation for our online interactions and thought I might enjoy a cup of coffee with them.

I was touched by this thoughtful gesture. It wasn’t about the monetary value; it was about the sentiment behind it. In a virtual world where relationships can sometimes feel distant, this small act of kindness bridged the gap and made me feel valued and appreciated.

Thanku

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So thanks gal, I wanted to write this for so long but then life happens!!!
Thank you, you officially gave me my first cup of coffee and earnings from writing

The Ripple Effect of Kindness

My experience with the $6 gift and “Buy Me a Coffee” made me reflect on the ripple effect of kindness. One small gesture can inspire others to do the same. When you support someone’s work, you’re not just giving them a financial boost; you’re validating their efforts and encouraging them to continue creating.


The story of “Buy Me a Coffee” and its founders, Jijo and Joseph Sunny, is a testament to the power of innovation, community, and a genuine passion for supporting creators. What started as a simple idea to help creators receive support has blossomed into a thriving platform that empowers artists, writers, musicians, and content creators worldwide.

Jijo and Joseph Sunny’s vision has not only changed the way creators monetize their work but also inspired a new era of meaningful connections between creators and their audience journey is a reminder that with dedication and a strong belief in their mission, anyone can make a positive impact in the digital world.

“Buy Me a Coffee” continues to grow, connecting creators with their supporters and providing a beacon of hope for those who dream of turning their passion into a sustainable venture. It’s a story that celebrates creativity, community, and the limitless possibilities of the online world, all while remembering the simple yet profound power of a $6 gift.

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