Respond; Don't React

Can we stop the blame game? For once?

We’ve got the power to argue without facts,
doubt without asking anything and without giving them a chance to present their point.

We argue for hours without knowing the truth.

Why can’t we try to trust them once?
Why can’t we try responding once?
Why can’t we hold on to our horses until they explain themselves?

Not everyone is the same! Be kind, ask!

Question them but be polite!
It may be because of a bad day at work!
Maybe a new annoying junior, bad traffic, terrible headache, sleeplessness, ruined expectations, missed leads, wrong communication, or social media addiction! Anything!

Why should they come and say “Sorry”? Get up and say “Thank You”.

Say that you understand them and see the magic!

Don’t Shout; Don’t Argue.

Be polite; RESPOND.

Comments

The Girl With The Dark Circles

Oh, they are precious! I love to carry them and sometimes flaunt them too. The best part of having them is they work as a natural human (Male) repellent too! These have given me a new title altogether, and people ask, why do I adore them? Why can’t we just be proud of something we’re born with? Why do you wish to get rid of everything that seems imperfect to the world? the more we are obsessed with getting rid of something and curse it, the more they appear and the more they stuck! Isn't it? Studies have proved it, and I have experienced this fact. Well talking of the craziest questions raised rather rumors spread for people with dark circles are the funniest ones. “she must be in a relationship, ask me!”, “she doesn’t seem happy with him”, “she doesn’t get enough sleep”, “She’s too much into book yaa”, “she doesn’t have a schedule.” “She’s too lazy to do something for herself”. My life is therefore controlled by my dark circles and people’s judgment and opinion over them, and leas

Priority...? Must be self Love!

Whats' your Priority? Despite the fact that it keeps changing with time! Call it some societal pressure; or call it her upbringing, perfection is expected from every sphere of her life, given any amount of stress or pressure, she must "know it all" is a wonderful presumption and as she ages perfection becomes synonym to her name... these expectations put more pressure on her to balance everything that she holds in her kitty. Oh No! I am not a feminist, I would rather prefer to stand against "fake feminism". Because I agree with no shame and guilt that men handle the same, probably the more pressure to be a perfect son, a perfect partner, a perfect husband, and a perfect father, and it is understood so well, that the things are changing, new notions are building, perceptions are improving, point of views are being accepted yet what remains constant is a question.. "ladki hai, kar legi?" All We want is to ensure that "ladki hai,

This too shall pass!!

This too shall pass!! There’s no tear, there’s no emotion!! There’s no guilt!! Nor any blame game! For somehow, I knew this, in some way or the other, I was preparing myself to welcome the change! Somehow, I was aware, someday this would turn out to be an uneventful end! Cribbing! Crying! Tantrums! Tears and lost energy!! Are easier to fetch!! Somehow, I know how to pack it all and name it “trash”! And that would make my emotions and feelings feel sublime! Since when caring for self, and being selfish became a crime? I wish to drift my energy where my universe would lead! That’s somehow is one side of the story, because the other says… That I will never miss you! Because you’re still there, in my mind, in my soul, so alive! That I feel the presence around all the time! My emotions are real! My feelings are prolonged and my love is unconditional, absolute, unrestricted and selfless!! Which I failed to impress!! And even after all this, I wish to sway, to the land far away, with the w

Dr. Khushbu Bhardwaj

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