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Let’s catch up Ally – November 2023

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Hello Nello,

It’s not one of my typical posts, but I still wanted to write and share it with you. It’s been a while since we last caught up, and I want to write more frequently. This is my attempt at doing so. After receiving a lot of hate comments in my recent post, I failed to acknowledge the love and support you all have shown me. Today, I am here to focus on the good and let it overshadow the negativity. Additionally, I’ve come to realize that I’ve lost my passion for writing, and my creative juices have stopped flowing.

So, this is a chatty blog.
Fasten your seatbelts and get ready!!

Hello, I am Ally, if someday I am comfortable sharing my name I will tell you my name but like any other Indian name it’s complicated. It does contain “Al,” so you have part of my name!

So you can call me an ally

November for me has been difficult. Grab your cup of coffee to hear me rant .

November started with a bang. I had a spiking fever but I continued with my life nevertheless and persevered. But then hell broke down and I fainted thus making me weak and sick.

I met interesting people online in November and they intrigued me.

But it’s in the complicated phase if you know you know!!!!

The second week of November was me just pushing through struggling to make it alive but finally, I knew I had to stop take a pause and figure out things.

I had to stop feeling sorry for myself and take control of my life because I was a miracle.

During the third week of November, I spent a significant amount of time reading and going to the hospital. It involved taking a lot of fluids and medicines, but it also allowed me to read numerous novels. I rediscovered my love for reading, and even though my Goodreads count has to be updated, I managed to read almost 200 books this year..

that’s one thing that I am proud of about myself

The fourth week of November went by in a blur. I don’t remember much, but I did see some amazing shows and movies. Overall, November has been disappointing. It’s the end of the year, and I haven’t achieved anything miraculous, which is quite disheartening. However, I’m okay with not being on top of everything. I’m slowly learning to be grateful and get back to a good headspace. I know my writing has gone rusty, and I agree, but I’m here to make small changes and regain control over myself.
One thing I realized and want to work on is my screen time, which is insanely high. I want to reduce it, so I thought I would start by setting timers on all my apps to prevent me from overusing them. I believe it’s always the small steps that lead to the big picture. I hope this change will be for the better.
Thank you for staying with me !!
Thank you for being so patient!!!
Thanks for showing up when I needed you to show up even when I needed
You guys have my heart and soul !!!
(P.S. I know it’s haphazard but that’s just my style of writing! I am also not going to edit it much because I just want to put it out there!???

A small poem for you guys !!!

In words that dance, a grateful ode,
For sticking by, on this blog road.
Through lines I weave, you’ve journeyed far,
A heartfelt “thank you,” like a guiding star.

Your readership, a cherished gift,
In every post, your spirits lift.
With each comment, a bond grows strong,
In this blog world, where you belong.

So here’s my thanks, sincere and true,
For every view and retweet too.
Together we explore, create, and share,
In this digital space, a friendship rare.

Adios

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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 !!!

On this note tell me your favourite haikus too!!!

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See you next time

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Haiku (Day 2)

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1.
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 !!!!

Thankuu for sticking with me guys !!!

You have no idea how important you guys are to me

Sending you lots of love !!!!

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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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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

Do check out her page – https://whycantibeloud.wordpress.com/
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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Unveiling the Remarkable Journey of Poestory Porium: A Rollercoaster Ride from 0 to 717 Subscribers

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It’s been an adventurous ride, hasn’t it? Six months ago, I launched into this journey known as Poestory Porium, not knowing where it would lead. Today, as I look back on the 37 posts, 3000 likes, 736 comments and a developing family of 717 subscribers, I can’t describe how I feel, I am eternally grateful for each one of you who has been a part of this enlightening experience.
It has been a journey, a journey of highs and lows, a journey of scribbling down my thoughts and venting out, dealing with hate and getting overwhelmed with love, doubting myself to having people to turn back to and everything in between.

Initially, I used to do those month-to-month target blogs, setting goals and milestones for myself. But sooner or later, I stopped. It felt like I changed into being pretentious, focusing more on numbers than the genuine connection and love I received from you, my readers.

However, as I approach this 6-month anniversary, it deserves a pause and I guess a pat on my back I also need to take a second to celebrate not just the numbers, but the human beings behind them—, you guys! You’ve been my consistent guide, my cheerleader, and my core strength to keep going. For those who’ve been here on account from the start, you’ve witnessed the evolution of Poestory Porium, and for that, I’m without a doubt thankful.

This journey was anything but eventful and it opened a lot of doors, some to amazing people, others to vengeful hatred.
But that’s where you learn, learn to pick yourself up, brush aside your fears and pick up the sword, in this case, your pen.
Some days it became too much but I focused on the good side and I strived I guess and here I am !!!!
I should probably write an ebook. What say?

We are diverting again !! My numbers on the outside look phenomenal but if you scrutinize my views, they have not grown as explosively as they did in the early months.  Why you would ask? Burnout. Am I angry or disturbed? Hell no. I am happy with my blog. Life occurs, and I wanted a break. For nearly two months, I rarely published anything. But I want you to know that I’m back again, and I’m right here to stay. Your unwavering aid is what fuels my ardour for writing and sharing with the beautiful community.
Why am I telling you this? Burnout is real and I don’t want to write for the sake of views because they wouldn’t reach your hearts.
So it’s okay to play the long game, it’s okay to take a pause and it’s okay to not grow exponentially. It took me some time to realise baby steps matter and we take one day at a time.


What’s my favourite piece you would ask??
There are quite a few!!

[Goodbye, My Crush]

(https://poestoryporium.blog/goodbye-my-crush/);

A heartfelt imaginery poem where I said good-bye to a crush , it felt good to write via imagination and develop characters accordingly.
It’s one of my favourite poems

[Has reading lost it’s  Charm ](https://poestoryporium.blog/has-reading-lost-its-charm/)
It’s one of my first rant and it’s effortlessly painted how I felt like reading is being forgotten !!
I loved how it turned out ; raw real and unfiltered.

Now the big question? How much did I earn??? I only recently got AdSense approval so not much, but I am happy!!! Poestory Porium isn’t about creating wealth; it’s about doing what I love and optimistically making a little money alongside the manner.
Would I say no to money? Hell no!!
However, if you do want to support me, you can buy me a coffee or share it with your friends!!!! )

So, as I celebrate this 6-month milestone, I need to express my innermost gratitude to every one of you who has supported me. You’ve been here via the highs and lows, and I admire your faith in me and my phrases.

Here’s to many extra months and milestones in advance, as we undertake this journey collectively. Thank you for not giving up on me, and I promise to bring you more heartfelt poems, stories, and musings. Still keeping it as real and raw as it can get !!
Do drop your suggestions in the comment box, I would appreciate it!!

Signing off

With a heartfelt thank you,
Poestoryporium💛💛


In case , you are wondering where to read the previous milestone blogs , i m attaching the links under 0!!!! Do give it a read

– [30 Days, 14 Posts, 279 Fam, 1000 Likes, 6000 Views]

(https://poestoryporium.blog/30-days-14-posts-279-fam-1000-likes6000-views/https://poestoryporium.blog/30-days-14-posts-279-fam-1000-likes6)

[Reflecting on the 60-Day Journey: Celebrating 13268 Views, 1669 Likes, 382 Comments, and 440 Followers]

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“Turning Haters into Motivators: My Journey of Rising from Hate”**

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I know I was M.I.A from writing and wordpress.Honestly the last month was haunting and filled with pain and loss . I found writing and publishing meaningless because every post I used to post , the hate comments would swirl in .


I agree hate is a reminder that you are growing in your writing journey but it got overwhelming for me

And I stopped writing. But my friends pulled me out of that spiral and I am so grateful that I have such amazing people.

So now I have decided to give the torch to you , just remember your aren’t alone…

Alright, let’s talk real stuff. We’re in this digital jungle, and hate comments? Yeah, they’re like the gnarly thorns in our social media journey. But you know what’s wild? I managed to spin those hate bombs into something kinda beautiful. Buckle up, because I’m about to share my story of how I danced through the storm of negativity and turned those hate comments into my personal boosters.

Was it easyyy??? Hell Nooo

**Facing the Hate Tornado:**
Picture this: your phone buzzes, and you check to find a hate comment. Bam! It’s like getting a slap from the universe. My first hate comment hit like a freight train to the soul. The venomous words made my confidence take a nosedive. Sleep? Nah, it was a VIP ticket to the land of overthinking. But guess what? I wasn’t the only warrior in this battle, and that’s kinda comforting yet equally disturbing.

**Bouncing Back with Resilience:**
So, I had a choice to make. Was I gonna let some keyboard warrior determine my self-worth? Heck no! I decided to rock emotional armor like a boss. I mean, everyone’s entitled to their opinion, even if it’s dipped in bitterness. Coping? Yeah, self-care rituals became my go-to. Meditation? More like daily therapy. Oh, and mentors who’d faced the same crap? They were my Jedi council.

**Fueling Up on Hate (Yeah, Really):**
This might sound insane, but I flipped hate into rocket fuel. I mean, who doesn’t wanna prove haters wrong? Their toxic comments lit a fire under me. I transformed those words into my secret weapon for success. And you know what’s sweet? Seeing them squirm as I crushed my goals. It’s like giving negativity a one-way ticket to oblivion.

**Finding Me in the Rubble:**
It’s nuts, but hate comments can kinda be like a mirror. They show you stuff about yourself you didn’t even know was there. I decided to dive into this chaos and ended up on a self-discovery bender. Yeah, it hurt, diving into my own insecurities, but the result? Uncovered strengths I never saw coming. It’s like hate turned into a personal growth jackpot.

**Unleashing My Inner Crusader:**
Guess what? Hate had a side effect I never saw coming. It sparked a rebellious fire in me. Suddenly, I wasn’t a passive bystander; I became a voice for change. My platform became a fortress against negativity, shining a light on how those toxic comments mess with our heads. Turning the tables? That’s what empowerment feels like.

**My Crew of Survivors:**
In the midst of the chaos, I found a tribe of fellow survivors. They knew the sting, the punch, and the gut-wrenching feeling of hate. Sharing our battle stories was like a lifeline. We formed this band of warriors, united by our scars and stories. Turns out, connecting with others who’ve been through the same mudslide is like finding gold in the wreckage.

**Chasing Rainbows in Thunderstorms:**
Keeping a sunny outlook when surrounded by hate storms was like acrobatics for the soul. But, I figured out the trick: focus on the good stuff. Gratitude? Oh yeah, it became my secret weapon. Genuine followers, the love they shared—it was like anti-hate armor. Mindfulness? It’s like catching rainbows in the middle of a thunderstorm.

**Conclusion:**
So here’s the deal, amigos. Hate comments? They’re like mosquitoes in the summer—annoying, but you don’t have to let them ruin your picnic. My journey through the hate vortex taught me resilience, showed me corners of myself I’d never explored, and turned me into a crusader for positivity. The digital world is a jungle, but you? You’re the king or queen of your jungle. You can flip hate on its head, dance through the storm, and come out stronger on the other side. Embrace the growth, soak in the lessons, and let those haters be your unexpected motivators.

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“Ex Talk: A Captivating Journey of Love, Honesty, and Self-Discovery”

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Rating – ⭐⭐⭐⭐

I honestly didn’t pick this up intentionally. I had one audible credit to exhaust and the synopsis looked interesting plus radio and audio books , sounds like a dream combo.It did!!
I liked the book .

For me , books personally,have the ability to transport us to other worlds, elicit emotions, and instruct us in useful lessons. The delightful contemporary romance novel “Ex Talk” by Rachel Lynn Solomon takes readers on an immersive journey of love, honesty, and self-discovery. “Ex Talk” captivated me from from the very beginning to the very end thanks to its compelling characters, intricate relationships, and themes that provoke thought.


“Ex Talk” presents Shay Goldstein, a public radio producer facing a unique challenge to boost ratings. To do so, she teams up with her nemesis, Dominic Yun, to host a radio show where they pretend to be exes and offer relationship advice. What makes the story compelling is Shay’s relatable character, as she battles self-doubt, insecurities, and the fear of revealing her true self. Her growth throughout the story resonated with me, who can empathize with and cheer for her.

The novel delves into the themes of authenticity and vulnerability, emphasizing Shay’s journey to find her voice and embrace her true identity. The importance of honesty and vulnerability in building genuine connections is highlighted, showcasing the power of being authentic for personal growth, healthy relationships, and happiness.

The relationships portrayed in the book are dynamic and emotionally rich. Shay’s friendships and her complex bond with her bestfriend feel genuine and layered. The chemistry between Shay and Dominic captivates readers, drawing them deeper into the story. The author expertly explores multifaceted relationships, capturing the nuances of love, friendship, and family dynamics, adding emotional depth to the narrative.

Communication and miscommunication are central themes in “Ex Talk.” The consequences of assumptions, withheld truths, and the significance of direct and honest dialogue are explored as Shay and Dominic navigate their radio charade. Effective communication is highlighted as vital for understanding, trust, and the growth of any relationship.

The transformative power of growth and change is beautifully illustrated in this novel. Shay’s personal journey involves confronting fears, seizing new opportunities, and pushing her own boundaries. Through her experiences, we are reminded that personal growth often requires stepping outside comfort zones and embracing the unknown. Shay’s evolution serves as an empowering example of finding strength, pursuing passions, and embracing change.

In conclusion, “Ex Talk” by Rachel Lynn Solomon is a compelling contemporary romance that delves into themes of authenticity, vulnerability, and personal growth. The relatable characters and intricate relationships resonate with readers, leaving a lasting impact. The novel reminds us of the importance of honesty, communication, and embracing change, creating a memorable reading experience.
So do give it a read !!!

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Has reading lost its charm ?

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Being in the 21st century, where everything is fast-paced, I feel like reading has been forgotten. Especially introspecting my life, I felt reading has lost its path, and what exists now is valorized reading.

Something like reading for the sake of reading

As we jump from one sensation to another, from one controversy to another, with an Instagram filter on our minds, this makes me realize that somewhere along the line I forgot to read and that a lot of other people did too.

We can blame it on our short attention span, but at the end of the day, we all reach out for something easy, short, and instrumental, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it because we live in perpetual amnesia that is triggered by the world being fast and urgent. 

The constant feeling that I will miss out is something that triggers me to take my phone almost every hour, and it’s also something that has triggered a lot of anxiety in these last couple of months.

As I wrote down my thoughts, I figured I had given up on reading and writing somewhere along the line.

And this is an attempt to get back to reading.

If you, my friend, also gave up on reading, you can start again. I’m here to accompany you.

For me, the earliest memories of reading were when I was three and on train journeys. How dad used to get me a magic pot so that I wouldn’t be an annoyance

I am still an annoyance, but my love for books is something that hasn’t left.

Being brought up in a humble household, one of the things that my parents never said no to was books. I used to demand books as presents for every exam I passed. 

I still remember borrowing books from friends and libraries and finishing them in two to three days because I loved the rush.

It came to a point where I was reading Jeffery Archer’s When the Crow Flies instead of my history books before my 10th board exams.

Do I regret it? Noooooo

The rush of having that imagination, the rush of going into a parallel universe where I portray the main character, seeing myself in situations, deciding what I would have done and what I wouldn’t, and complex storylines with spicy images keep playing in my head as a slow-motion movie. Enough that someday I could lend my brain cells to Elon Musk to make an extraordinarily brilliant movie.

All these emotions and memories are something that is beyond description.

Books have led me to a web of my past, present, and future, like an island universe that’s interlinked but not yet linked.

For me, a book does affect me; I feel pangs of grief, motivation, empathy, and all the emotions in between as the character develops. It is a small, intimate space of mine that nobody else has access to—sort of a mysterious realm.

Nothing is linear in life, and as life progresses, one of the things that I gave up was books.

Is there a specific reason? No 

But I kind of discovered recently that one of the reasons why I had given up on reading was the anxiety in choosing a book.

The fear that I would miss out on this year’s nominations, what if it isn’t good, and this eventually felt like a job, not the one I liked, Going through reviews and feeding on people’s opinions got so tedious that for me reading lost its wonder in this process.

I missed picking out random books from shelves, going with my gut, and thinking it might be a hit. Even if it wasn’t, I would at least be able to take something away.

Now, this screams of slobbishness and elitism, but it is what it is: I was consumed by valorized reading, and I started mimicking other people’s choices instead of giving in to what my heart wanted.

Now, why am I writing this? Humans as a whole are very creative animals, and creativity being the buzzword in this digital era, I wanted to start reading again , be soaked in creative juices .

And I have started again, and the feeling is amazing—not bound by social pressures but doing something from a thick desire.

I don’t want to be a person who is limited to WhatsApp archives; I want to go beyond the perfect sentences and let imagination take its toll. And for this reason, books are my comfort space.

Feel sheer joy and delight, feel uncomfortable, have butterflies in your stomach, cry, and feel all the emotions as I turn every page.

I would say you also just need to give a short

I’m not going to preach a lot, but in the end, there’s so much knowledge to consume. Take anything—a newsletter, audiobooks, nonfiction classics—to feed your soul.

To bring calmness into this fast-paced life 

To hold back and embrace emotions and to know yourself better, a book is all you need.

My current read is The ISIS Hostage by Puk Damsgard.

I’m ending this blog with a short poem I wrote on books.

“Now, it’s all being done in the past,

It’s all been written in the book,

and makes you think nothing ever lasts.

Maybe it’s something worth another look.

A string of words floats with fear.

And it encompasses all the emotions in this book.

Nothing is ever black or white.

Nothing comes easy off the hook.

I see people holding on to their past as a book.

Hating themselves more as they look”

If you have read till now, you have discovered my writing is as haphazard as it can get.

And that’s me, all over the place.

So do reach out to me and connect with me so we can share our books and recommendations and get chatty about it.

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