Haldi Powder

“Careful! You’ll cut your hand.” She shouted from the other side of the room.

“I won’t, Mom. I’m not a kid anymore.” She shouted back.

You come home rarely and I don’t want you to hurt yourself and curse me for making you work.” Her mother replied.

It made her sigh and wince as blood poured out of her finger. 

Running came her mother, 

“I told you to be careful, leave it! Here, let me apply some haldi on it.”

The turmeric powder made the cut burn, but she had a warm smile on her face.

“This happens every time, doesn’t it?” 

“More than I can count.” Her mother held her finger tightly.

“Sorry about that ” she gave her a sheepish smile.

“Don’t be, that’s how you learn. And you may be old enough to do these things on your own, but for me you’re still a kid. And no matter how many times this happens, I’ll always be here with my haldi powder.” She smiled.

“I’ll try to be careful.” She said as she examined the cut.

“I know. Now go make me some tea. You guys are no good. I’ve to do all the work around here. When are you going to wake up? Blah blah”

She laughed and got up. Diwali isn’t complete without this.

Mothers do almost all the work in any household, they are always there with their instant solutions and haldi powder. It’s their solution for almost anything. Don’t take them for granted. This festive season let’s do something that’ll make our mother’s proud. 

A very happy Diwali to all of you!! I hope this festive season is filled with lights, sweets, and joy!

Keep smiling! 😊



I was running in circles,

Or maybe I was stuck on the same path,

I don’t know for sure;

But then you decided to cross paths,

And I was still at the same place,

With you by my side.

We missed the end,

So we chased forever;

Blindly kept going on,

There were glass shards on the way,

And my feet bled.

I kept going on,

You left.

Now I’ve my feet to look after,

Coz they are the only one’s that could help me go on,

So I’m leaving without saying goodbye,

I’m leaving without looking back,

Call me a coward,

But for the first time,

In a very long time,

I feel brave.
– Prajakta Dengale

I’ll be here

​Do you wanna go to a land where there’s no one but you and me?

Or do you wanna hide behind these walls and be free?

No matter what you choose,

I’ll be right here.
Is it the sunlight that your skin craves?

Or is it the darkness and what hides in the graves?

No matter what you choose,

I’ll be here.
I’ve left before,

And I’m not going to anymore.

I failed you once,

My ghost still lingered around,

Haunting you in the daylight;

I can’t apologize enough.

If forever holds true,

Or the whispers are new,

I’ll still be right here,

I’ll be here,

Till you say goodbye.
– Prajakta Dengale

I don’t know how many of you are Twilight fans, but I had a big thing for it a couple of years ago and this one’s actually inspired from when Edward leaves Bella and comes back. 

Have a great weekend!

Keep smiling!😊

Escape from reality

“We met at the weirdest circumstances, didn’t we?” He asked.

“Definetely” she giggled.

“And now you’re my escape from reality.” Said he.

“I don’t want to be your escape from reality” she confessed.

A ‘huh’ and a confused look was all she got.

“I mean, I don’t want you to separate me from your reality. No matter how perfect or devastating it might get. This, whatever this is, it’s not about all the good and happy things. It’s not just you and me; it’s you and me against life. I want to pass through every obstacle, celebrate every breath, take a step back when we’re overwhelmed, get down and then get back up together. I don’t just want to be living in our own fantasy; but create one with the realities that we live in.” 
-Prajakta Dengale

After a long time people! Enjoy your weekend!

Keep smiling😊


“Why do people drink?” She asked as she eyed two people drinking celebratory shots on the adjacent table.

“There are many reasons.” He said.

“Like?” Her curious eyes asked.

“Those two are drinking to celebrate. The one behind you is trying to forget and the group of teenagers on my left are curious.” She followed his gaze and looked at all the three.

“So is it always for the same reason? Or do people eventually acquire a taste for alcohol?” She asked again.

“Not necessarily. A friend of mine once told me you never drink for taste, you drink for the feeling.” 

“What feeling?”

“The one which burns your throat and makes you numb all in one act. It’s weird, but people drink in grief and for celebration, even for courage. For some it’s an escape from reality and for some it’s a way to accept it’s harsh truth.”
-Prajakta Dengale

This one was on request. Hope you guys liked it.

Keep smiling😊

The Reason 

“You should speak your mind more often.” He smiled at her.

“Me? Why?” She asked as if he just told her to act in a movie.

“Because you have so much to say.” He pointed out.

Before she could say anything, he continued “ You have thoughts and there’s something constantly on your mind. But you’re afraid to let it out. I don’t know what you’re so scared of. I’m constantly wondering what’s going on under that thick skull of your’s” he joked half-heartedly. 

“ People.” She whispered.

“People? Why?” He asked.

“ I’ve never had someone say to me that you need to speak up or ask me what my opinion was. It was always the other way around. I was told to shut up and was laughed on by people for having an ‘opinion’. So why would I want to speak my mind when there’s no one there to value it or even consider it. Why would I want to make a fool out of myself for having a belief? When I know that saying something is only going to embarrass and humiliate me because I’ve something different to say, why would I do that? Our society teaches us to raise a voice against injustice but the same people kills the voices of many who have something to say. It’s not that I’m afraid of something, it’s just that I know that my voice has no value.” 

-Prajakta Dengale

I’m thinking of starting “He and She” series. Let me know what you guys think.

Keep smiling☺


“How do you know a person?” He asked staring at her brown eyes.

She smiled before replying,

“By everything they do.”

“Everything?” He was confused.

“Yes, everything. By how he doodles at the top corner of the page when he’s bored. How he taps his foot when his favorite song is playing. By the rhythm of his heartbeat when he’s sound asleep. By the straight line between his eyebrows when he’s confused. By the long sigh he gives when he finishes a book. By the way he rolls his sleeves up. By the amount of sugar he takes in his tea. The song he only listens till his favorite lyric. The little notes he leaves for people to read. The scratching of his neck whenever he’s nervous. The way he hugs his pets when he returns home. The way he stares. Everything. You don’t know a person just by their name or where they’ve come from. You know a person by all the little things they do which separates them from everyone. It’s not just their identity that interests you, it’s their soul.”

-Prajakta Dengale

Just something for this rainy night…

Keep smiling😉


They are not just a group of people,
But passionate souls.
Struggling to reach a dream,
A dream deeply engraved in their minds,
A dream which will surely come true.

Like a shinning knight their legacy will steal the show,
Blow the mind of every spectator,
It won’t just be fabulous,
But legendary.
For they are crazy freaks,
With a passionate soul,
And a vision to turn into reality.

They work together,
They party together,
They eat, drink and dance together,
For It’s not just an ATV, it’s a legacy,
It’s not just a team, it’s a family!

-Prajakta Dengale

This one’s for the fabulous people of Team Kraftwagen!

Race Victorious!😉


“Are you ever going to tell me?”
She asked while staring at him,
“No….” He shrugged.

She sighed,
She thought she deserved to know,
He thought it’s for her own good,
Both hid behind their tears.

In a way,
They just wanted to help each other,
Love each other,
In a world where no one can be trusted,
They just wanted to trust each other.

Although they both wanted the same thing,
They had different perspectives,
And maybe,
Just maybe…
That’s where it all went wrong.

-Prajakta Dengale

Keep smiling folks!☺


She was stunned,
Or was it numb?
She couldn’t differ,
She stared at the raindrops,
Watched them roll down the window.
She rubbed her cheeks,
But there was no tear drop on it.

She was surprised,
At herself,
Her choices,
She took a trip to the past,
And laughed out loud.

She had hit rock bottom,
Couldn’t go downer than this.
Sighing, she got up;
Opened that window,
And stared up at the sky,
For she knew;
There’s no where she can go,
But up.

-Prajakta Dengale.

For everyone who’s hit rock bottom, you can only go up from here.

Keep smiling☺