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love this !! <3
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A cup of coffee and Jason Mraz’s album in the background...Mornings like these <3
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Ah! true that!
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Feels like a Micheal Jackson playlist kinda morning ...
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just what i need to hear right now
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79¢. By some calculations, that’s how much a woman earns for every dollar a man earns. It represents the wage gap.
For some women—women of color, trans women—it’s as low as 43 cents. Maybe worse.
$15.00. That’s the cost of this tote bag that fights the wage gap.
All profits go to UltraViolet, an advocacy group working to expand women’s rights—especially women of color and LGBTQ+ women.
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truly a virtue..
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isn’t it ironic?!
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An unexpected trip...
I sat by the window that rainy day in August, going through my emails.  I came across one about a competition, a music one at that. Being an avid music lover, I decided to give it a go. I had nothing to lose but a lot to gain- tickets to London for a Music Festival along with accommodation for 3 days!
I got to work right away- composing music, writing lyrics, recording videos- basically, all things creative in music I could manage. I worked for 12 long days on this. Even when I wasn’t literally working, I came up with potential ideas, thereby immersing myself into the competition totally. Let me be honest, I knew my chances were slim, considering the kind of competition there would be, given the thousands of music lovers around. But I also knew that I was way ahead of those who were sitting on the sidelines, wondering if it was worth the shot. I moved ahead each day, willing myself not to focus on the winning and to enjoy the process. Post the contest, the results were to be declared in 3 days. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t sitting on pins. And I’ve noticed, it’s this time of waiting that makes a person more analytical- both in a good sense and bad. Good, because I actually went through what I had submitted and looked for areas I did well in, those that could do with improvement and made a list of those to work on. Bad, because I landed up going through the work of the other participants and became apprehensive about mine. That was day 1. Day 2 was full of words of encouragement to myself, about how trying was what mattered and the results did not count. I knew I wasn’t doing a good job of fooling myself but it was worth a try. The results were to be declared the next day and I started working on other things so that the blow of losing wouldn’t be so hard. The day was a busy one and I realized I hadn’t thought so much about this. I was going to turn in for the night when my phone beeped with a new email. I ignored it, assuming it was just another ‘director’ informing me I had won a million dollars and had to share bank details to claim it! When it beeped a second time a few minutes later, I decided I needed to silence my phone, if I wanted to spend the night torturing myself thinking about the results the next day. Imagine my shock when I saw a congratulatory email for the competition! I vaguely remember the rest of the mail beyond the first two-three lines which said I was one among the 5 lucky winners..I had already started excitedly making calls to ask my family what they would like from London! I obviously did not sleep and started surfing sites for things to do and places to see in London, totally oblivious to the fact that the visa was yet to be processed and I was yet to receive any further details about the trip. The next two weeks to the trip passed by in a haze- visa process, shopping, basically all things around the trip.
Looking out of the airplane window, I realized that winning was only now sinking in. With very little time to prepare and leave for the trip, I had been lost in co-ordination, shopping and the excitement around the unplanned break, but never really realized how wonderfully my efforts had been blessed. What an unexpected, fun trip it was!
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Sometimes I wonder, why do we tear ourselves to pieces?
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Music :) when all else fails:D
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The day after I died...
The day after I died, the sun shone bright as it always did each summer morning,
The birds continued to sing, the flowers bloomed as a new day was dawning.
The day after I died, my parents seemed quieter, but continued doing what had to be done,
The cooking, caring for my younger siblings, all their duties that they couldn’t shun.
The day after I died, mother wiped away a tear as she cleaned out my cupboard,
Father took my dog for a walk, and the little pup enjoyed playing, lost in his own world.
The meetings I was to attend that day, the paper work to be sorted, my colleagues took up,
I wasn’t there to do them anymore, but the inflow of work wasn’t going to stop.
The plans I had made, the parties I had promised my friends I would attend,
They would go on without me because life won’t ever stop with one person’s end.
The day after I died, I thought about all the things I wanted to do, the bucket list yet unfinished,
There was no chance to do it now, there were opportunities before, all that I had missed.
I missed telling my loved ones that I cared about them because I was caught up in my fixed routine of the day,
I missed playing with my pup one last time, he tugged at me but I had work to be done, I had pushed him away.
The day after I died, I realized I had not utilized fully the gift I had been given,
I hope my loved ones do, but mines gone, there’s no use of now musing and brooding.
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not so much the video, but the song is oh so amazing!
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such a beautiful song..
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Do something different..something out of the ordinary..its the hardest thing ever-going against the flow..but the most rewarding ever when achieved through hardwork and persistence..
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happy song:)
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listening pleasure..
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