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The chosen one


It is god gifted or is there a choice
The upbringing leaves us no choice
The growth is yet to happen
One face with a dual mask

Good and bad are the same
Blame it on faith
I am the curse I am the fortune
Absorb me try your luck

Love me or hate me
Try not ignoring me
Will be your luck and fame
Destiny will speak of me

Alone I came bad will I take
All I wish is united we stand
For me my thirst is not vast
A good name is all I ask


I turn into a werewolf each month


My pms is a treat to my bipolar.The subdued me gets a chance to party once a month and gets into the Halloween mood by becoming a werewolf.Since it has a logical reason to party,there’s nothing much I can really do.Other than me sensing it physically my better half keeps reminding me to chill.His repeated alarm slogan of “KEEP CALM” comes under the “let there be peace at home” campaign in which he is the candidate (preparing for the storm strongly but in vane) My hearts innermost condolences are felt for him,seeing him trying to prevent me from something which is not in my hands.My screaming,irritation,irrational thinking,plotting,laziness,shopping,attention seeking,love insufficiency,arguments are at its worst during this period.I question the creator at these times,why me and why millions like me are cursed with this spell.In Indian villages it is even worst as the women there are not given a chance to voice their feelings.Lack of education,lesser qualified doctors,being technically challenged ,myths about menstrual cycle,and religious beliefs are some of the many difficulties they face.

I feel blessed I stay in a metro city and I’m also aware of the solutions to my problem, but I get helpless when the time for practicing arrives.My always adorable husband is the set target during this time.His efforts in making me feel comfortable act like a trigger and are backfired.If he says anything there would be arguments,if he chooses to maintain silence,he doesn’t care.His work becomes irrelevant to me,and my work is not appreciated by him.My expectation of getting appreciated in by daily routine work should become his top priority.I want becomes more profound then.My love forgets the meaning of the word, and I start dictating terms.

Lots more in my heart but mind tells me to stop,cause I like keeping my blogs short.