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Writing?Whats with it?

The word writing cant change though now-a-days most of us no longer write with pen.we actually TYPE…lol. Yes,i know you will agree.

Though working for a technical industry,my major role is to write,which is one good part of it😉 well for those who are wondering what all one can write,here are few options.And i would like to add ‘Content writing’ also to it.Read on…..

I am a songwriter, novelist, poet and blogger. I have enjoyed writing for as long as I can remember and try to write at least something every day. It relaxes me. My approaches to writing the above genres vary and I write in each genre depending on what mood I’m in. Songwriting I have been […]

via Forms Of Writing — Bob Findlay Thoughts

Dear Men

A unique confession to all the men shared by a women on the social media has interested me.I would like to share with you all.

~DEAR MEN, I AM SORRY~

Crowded bus and a pretty girl. She walks in and finds no room for herself. Disappointed, she stands next to you. Sudden brakes make her stumble and struggle for balance. You stand close to her with an intention to save her from falling.

A sudden brake again and she falls on your chest. You hold her and help her up.

The rest of it turns into a humiliating tale of how you were slapped and insulted in front of the whole world.
Dear man, I noticed the lone tear that trickled down your cheeks; the drop that you tried to hide because men aren’t supposed to cry in public but women are allowed to humiliate you in public. I am sorry. Please don’t be afraid to help again though you have every reason to.

*

Dear men, I’m sorry.

The little girl played around happily that evening, smiling and giggling all the way. Her happiness was unbelievably contaminating. It was, as if, everything she touched turned happy. Her little steps on the ground make you miss your new born that you’ve left continents away just to feed your family. You sit there and watch her, finding solace in the sound of her laughter.

A sudden tap on your shoulder breaks your chain of thoughts. And I can hear the cracking sound of your heart when you’re held guilty and suspicious for watching a child for such a long time. They saw in you everything that you were not: a kidnapper, an abuser. They failed to see what you really were: a father.

I’m sorry. That’s all I can say. Please don’t be afraid to see your daughter in little children again; though you have every reason to.

*

Dear men, I’m sorry.

You fall in love with a girl. Head over heels in love. So much so, that you marry her and make her yours for a lifetime; or so you think. One day, you return from office early to find her with another man. The marriage, obviously, breaks. As if that was not enough, you are asked to pay her half of your earnings. I’m sorry. I wish I could go and help you but a sorry is all that I can utter. I’m ashamed. Please don’t be afraid to love again; though you have every reason to be.

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Dear men, I’m sorry.

I am a feminist but that doesn’t make me blind to the unfairness you face; every day of your life. I’m a feminist but all I want is equality and not control over you. I am a feminist and I do not hate you. I am a feminist and I see how wonderful you are and how your intentions are so pure and your love so genuine.

Please don’t hate me. I do not support humiliating you, disrespecting you or gaining control over you.

Dear men, I’m sorry on behalf of all the women who made you think that way.

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Addiction(Never exist in isolation)

As humans of the modern world, we hear two sides of it, one is the spirituality version while other is the management version. The “I” and “we” …..but what is that one really wants…let’s be honest.

Philosophy might say

“you are solely responsible

For the happiness within”

But you cannot be selfless

Without being happy for others

Can you?

And that my dear,

Is being addicted to Love

and that you cannot exist

in isolation.

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