Isn’t it?

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A day will come,  

maybe you will not remember me. 

Long gone memories will call us again to revisit the past from our future.

Those long conversations would get smaller and will finally rest into scattered pieces.

Nothing will remain as same as before.

No calls and no letters will blur our past into infinite shadows.

Two shadows from the past will call us again and again,

but you can’t go, darling.

You know why,

maybe a hand from the future will hold you so tightly.

The future is bright and the past goes blurred,

No one knows but secretly you wish for me still now.

Isn’t it?

Anisha Das.

My arts

Hello everyone, I am displaying some arts of mine. Although I am not a painter or artist. It’s just a hobby. I had made this stuff during the lockdown period. I hope you all like it. I took the help of the internet and took many ideas of designs.



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 Take care. Stay safe, stay home. I wish you all very good health!

Thanks and regards,

Anisha Das


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‘ I don’t know what to say, whenever I say something you always understand me wrong.’ Sheena texted to Rahul.

‘ Oh! not really, Sheena, you know what you are just not the right girl for me. My parents always used to say me that I have many qualities in me. So my girl should be very different and understanding. She should have all the abilities that women should have. You doesn’t worth me. It’s time to finish this relationship, goodbye’ Rahul texted her back with anger.

Sheena didn’t say a single word. She loved him more than he had ever understood him.  She decided to build her own career. Every night, whenever she went to sleep she feels that she is not a perfect girl.

However, days went by Rahul started dating Meena, a very sweet talkative girl. Rahul loves spending time with Meena, but, something is missing. Whenever Rahul says anything,  Meena doesn’t say anything. Rahul started imagining Meena as a perfect girl. He already started admiring Meena as a housewife, good mother and daughter in law.

On the other hand, Meena didn’t say anything to Rahul even when she gets hurt by him. She used to complain to her best friend, whenever, Rahul hurt her.

It’s a birthday party thrown by Sheena’s friend. Sheena met a very young jovial man named Vikram. After that day, they started hanging out together. Sheena suddenly felt that the feeling she used to have for Rahul started erupting again. It’s the night before Valentine’s day. Sheena started messaging Vikram on WhatsApp.

Hi Vikram.

Hello! Sheena.

Sheena: I wanted to say you something.

Vikram: Tell.

Sheena: I love you!

Vikram: Wow! That’s amazing. Even I also started having feelings for you.

Sheena: That’s great!

Vikram: Meet you tomorrow.


‘Come on,  Meena, I can’t believe you discussed about our relationships with your friends. why don’t you discuss it with me? If there is any problem we can sort it out.’  Rahul texted to Meena.

‘ Don’t blame me, Rahul. You always put your views. I think you are not the perfect boy for me, let’s end it, goodbye ‘Meena texted back to Rahul.

Rahul remembered how Sheena used to take care of him every time. She never used to say to him that he isn’t perfect for him. Tears rolled down his eyes.

‘Hey! Sheena’

Sheena: ‘ Hi!’

Rahul: How are you?

Sheena: I am fine.

Rahul: So, what are your plans for Valentine’s day?

Sheena: ‘ I am going to spend my time with my love’

Rahul: Hey! really, you are dating?

Sheena: yup. His name is Vikram. Honestly, I proposed him tonight only.

Rahul: Nice. Congrats.

Sheena: Thanks.

Rahul first time felt that how strongly he love Sheena till now without his knowing.’ It’s so strange! How can I hurt this girl who once loved and cared for me so much? Things will not get the same again. But if I have any daughter someday. I will teach her that there is no one who is perfect. Everybody should be loved with their flaws and there lies the beauty of life’. Rahul smiled and imagined the beautiful face of Sheena.

Anisha Das.










Thank you

Dear everyone,

I hope all of you are doing well. No doubt the whole World are passing through a very difficult phase due to COVID 19.  I just want to thank all of you. It’s a pleasure to announce that my blog is now being followed by 188 beautiful blogs. Hope in the coming days I will share more my imaginations and thinkings with you all. Every time I read your comments I feel extremely glad . All your comments inspire me to continue writing and posting my clicked pictures.

Wish you all a very good health.

Thanks and regards,

Anisha Das.


My dear girl

If he didn’t like you,

Don’t feel lost my friend.

If he wants the perfectness in you,

Tell him no one is perfect.

If he want to veil the face of you,

Brazen him with the spark of your charm.

Don’t fit in the definition imposed on you,

You just stay as ‘you’ my dear girl.


Anisha Das.



Parenting and Compound Interest

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Lost Diary

Women never disclose their true age, while men never disclose their correct salary. The origins and rationale behind this saying are unknown to me, but it surely throws light upon the evergreen beauty of women and the dominance of men in financial matters in a patriarchal society. Of course, times have changed, and so has parenthood, a related concept in this discussion.

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Why parenthood is important in this context can probably be explained using the argument that a society develops on how well parents up bring their children and make decisions related to their education, cost of living, amenities to provide and of course the number of children per family. The importance a parent attaches to a child’s leisure is probably one of the greatest factor determining whether the kid will grow up to be an independent personality, or whether the parent views their…

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