monologue w shreeya

when was the last time you were appreciated? how did you feel? did it somewhere cause any impact on you? If I have to give my take on my ability to grab any compliments from people around I get very uncomfortable. Already in my late teen era and still on how to manage my reactions, emotions it is definitely not as sane as expected. Anyways, but if I have to tell the back story on how I started this blog, all credits to the feedback that I got from my two closest friends back in mid 2022. That was the only few of times where I genuinely felt like, am I kind of okay-ish in something because I did and still do enjoy this process of writing . From then, I collectively began to sit and write the wave of thoughts in my mind and allow its continuity whenever I felt the need to pen down.  It was like a tiny harvest of hope, a beginning of something that the old Shreeya, at the very early teen era would never have thought. Being a mediocre kid from academics to extra curricular, I grew up s...

Humans, probably the most complicated creature, where there is a constant competition of being enough and wanting more. The never ending needs and desires bounds us in a circular loop having neither beginning nor end. It is also somewhere a distinctive feature that borders us from the other existing species and authorizes the crown of superiority to us. Looking back to how we humans have evolved the major factor leading and succeeding the evolution is none other than desires of wanting more for the ease in living. Thereby, from being just like any other species on earth, to we collectively and constantly have had shifted our needs for the limitless betterment we can afford. Betterment leads to comfort and we have craved comfort from the very initial stage at the birth, in the uterus itself. Uterus the first home of warmth and Placenta, serving as a gateway nourishing us when we were nothing but just an aggregate of cells and tissues welcoming an identity. Every living things, associate...

context: a poem on healing the inner child.                                                                                                                                                                                          Whenever this hollowness swells my heart and shatters my purpose apart Ivisualise the little me sitting just right infront of me and I see                her eyes held with innocence  who viewed little of things as her happiness  At 10, she found out h...

 जीन्दगीको यस उताबचदबमा, आज येसो अनुभब गर्दा समयको गति मात्र एकैनास पाएकी छु। भावना, हर्ष, दुखसुख, हारजीत भोलीको किरणसंग गाभियेर नआउँने रैछ। येस्तै विभिन्न सम्बंधहरु साथिभाई ,इस्टमित्रहरु, हिजोका दिनमा त अन्तीम साससम्म रहने बाचा भएपनि सबैको सामयिक गतिविधि एकनास हुनू सायद प्राकृतिक नै नहुने रैछ र गुजाराकालागि दौडनु यो समयको माग होला। 18 बर्ष भए, उमेरले तेस्तो दादा काट्ने बेला भएको त छैन तर यो कमलो मस्तिष्क कडा बन्ने प्रकृयामा एउटा अनौठो अनुभूति वा डर नै भनुं हुँने रैछ। अगाडि आउने ठुलाठुला चुनौतिहरुलाई कसरी सामना गरिने होला। येही प्रस्नहरु जस्का उत्तर आउने समयको अनुभबले दिनेछ, त्यस्मा नल्जिनू भनेर बारम्बार आफ्नो मनलाई भनी रहेकी हुन्ँछू तर एकैनास के बग्थ्यो र भ्रमका धाराहरु। येही माझ कती बेला बिर्सने गर्छुकी जस्तो परिस्थीती भएपनि त्यो समयलाइ कुन दृस्टिकोंणले हेर्ने र कसरी सामना गर्ने क्षमता आफैमा छ। सङघर्ष जस्तो होस आखीर एक समय न त हो बितिहाल्छ नी। भग्वान श्री कृष्णका भनाइ अनुसार, कर्म गर, जय र पराजयको चिन्ता नलिकन,जुन कुरा भएकै छैन तेस्को चिन्ता किन? हाम्रा हातमा वर्तमानका कार्यहरु म...

  Being this delusionary kid, so used to breathing the polluted 'synonym-chaotic' city air within these four walls, stepping less of outside probably has constructed my bones and tissues to forget the roots of mother nature. So, in order to escape the suffocation of mundane daily chores and chaos, I went out with my family for a short trip. It was a much-needed break and i came back with my heart biologically pumped with increased oxygen saturation content but poetically my heart being full of love, and all lighten up with so much of peace and calmness.  Location: Thani Mai, Bandipur We went for a hike and i am so not used to it. Well, I clearly accept that I lack physical exercise and my lungs, my little alveoli, they weren't able to accept that I would out of nowhere need a ton of ATP to climb this mountain and they got to work more than they've done for couple of months all at once. (dear reader, please take care of your physical and mental health as well) So, I was ...

With the utmost comfortable living of wonderful creations and discoveries, it is somewhere true that the solidified blissful masks of most modern-day Homo sapiens have a hollow melancholy soul underneath in this jungle of concrete. There is this neither masculine nor feminine but a 'humane' urge to participate in this unhealthy race of being acceptable and attended. Digitalization of simple living is our daily ritual and following the trend has been our daily routine. The dependency on screens and attachment with it has increased our short-term pleasure inversely proportionating with our decreasing attention span. The attraction of being a part of screen has now been a necessity that if not then our subconscious pulls out the not so infamous feeling the fear of missing out also known as FOMO. Whether it may be a business to creation, today's world is dominated by media. Pros of it is that all the services to reduce time are all in our comfort on fingertips. Digital marketin...

Being a mind full of thoughts and noises and voices and lots, I will tell you why I prefer monologues, knowing the today's necessity of dialogues, For this time, I won’t blame my sensitive bones, But I'd say that I prefer to dive deep into tones, Of the surrounding body and the held dope mind, which has a magnetic persona to actually bind, me and my thoughts with such a huge force,  An unforgettable attachment and a feary enforce, where this present is hindered and tricked, By this lively illusionist all my mind be gripped, Also, deep down in the frontal lobe it knocks, The time of unwelcomed fear clocks, It be judgement or of misery or of attachment, Leaving a deep dark stain on the fragment, Yes sure, I'd like to open up and explain my anxious side,  But perhaps the other body won’t get it right, So, I stop this energy and a need to explain, and shut myself imitating a smile on my pain, Concerning about it less and more to heal, cause I know at the end no matter how I fee...