Describe your ideal week.
A calm week where hours drift like clouds,
Simple joys bloom without a sound.
Laughter lingers, worries fade,
And each small moment feels handmade.
Describe your ideal week.
A calm week where hours drift like clouds,
Simple joys bloom without a sound.
Laughter lingers, worries fade,
And each small moment feels handmade.
How would you describe yourself to someone?
A whisper of calm, with a thunderous core,
A seeker of less, but dreaming of more.
Part wildflower, part well-read storm,
I bend with the wind but refuse to conform.

What’s your go-to comfort food?
A buttered toast when the soul feels bruised,
Golden and crisp, in silence infused.
Not just for hunger, but comfort I choose,
A bite of belonging when I quietly lose.
What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
Carrom, for me, is more than a game,
It’s life in miniature: corners, rebounds, aim.
Each strike a choice, each miss a lesson,
A quiet duel of chance and intention.
What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?
“Having it all” is laughter that stays,
A rhythm of joy in the simplest days.
A heart that dances for reasons small,
A soul that feels, it already has all.
Not in perfection or endless acclaim,
But in love, in purpose, in playing the game.
It’s waking up curious, ending with peace,
In that gentle rhythm, my riches increase.
Simi

Through Jayati’s lens

Simple were the days, and the people simpler, not too many were the desires..!!
This era has everything to offer, nevertheless its the neighborhood everyone admires..!! “
Simi
Through the lens of Sujay

He picked up his chisel and began his work again,
His love was true, his faith in his abilities, could never go in vain.
Simi

“I don’t know which wheel of life they talk about,
I just know how to repair this one.
And my life goes on and on, each day,
Regrets, i have none!”
Simi