I want to begin by saying that I am so happy and grateful for your support and love, for that keeps me going.

I haven’t been able to post anything for a long time and I am more than happy to come back with a post dedicated to my best friend.

Yes, today is the birthday of my best friend, whom I have known for 7 years and we have been best friends for 5 years now.

He knows,understands and cares for me, perhaps just after my parents and my brother.

I have been through a roller coaster ride in these few years that I am on Earth, and he was always the one to motivate me to hold on and face my fears and difficulties and he was sure to hold my hand and make me through it. I can’t wish for a better best friend.

He is never tired of my monotonous rants and never-ending problems. I am, by default a very confused and kind of a clumsy girl but he never makes me feel bad and even fights for me. He is the one of the few people who can handle my mood swings, because he keeps talking even if I am yelling at him.

I have never got an opportunity to actually tell him how much he means to me and as I am not in any social media, this is my chance!

I don’t have much friends, unfortunately because how much I seem to try, no one stays that’s why he is special.

Happy 17th birthday, my best friend.

So here’s a poem for you, Mustafa

Life is not always laughter and bloom

It hardly adorns itself with plume

Not always do I feel strong

When the rhyme of my life breaks down

When things never fall in place

I end up entangled in the eternal maze

Whenever the road is rough ahead,

You clasp my hand in yours tight

Whenever my heart bleeds

Echoes of past torment my soul

You make me believe I am

Stronger than I ever could feel

You have loved my fractured soul

Bandaging my wounds, lifting my spirits

You stand by me through thick and thin

You caress and fix my broken heart

Embellish pearls in them like a piece of art

You accepted me for who I am

Never did you let me feel helpless

In this masquerade of emotions

You are the only real one

You embrace me with love

Listening to me, believing in me
more than I believe in myself

Have I ever told you how much you mean

How much special you make me feel?

A soothing voice, a sense of security

Expunge all my fears and vulnerability

You may have new, or lose old friends

But ours is never going to end

I promise I got your back

Would not let you fall

I love you with all my heart

Dear best friend, you are all I need

Even if you walk through hell

I will walk with you all the same!

PS. And many people say that a girl and a boy can’t be best friends or even if they are, it will surely lead to a love bond, but I beg to differ! Because we have a friendship like no other and we love each other but that doesn’t mean anything else, and I have proof to show to anyone who might think that way.

Isn’t it, Mustafa?

To Sk Mustafa Kamal

From your best friend


Thank you for reading! ๐Ÿ˜Š

Recurring memories

Often, they would wake up from their sleep

And poke at my heart until blood seeps

From the already perforated weak walls

Rejoicing in the blood that cascades

And the pain that overwhelmes

They would fade away, slowly

Beauty lies in the eclipsed memories

A little faded, monochrome

But how they inflict pain

Upon the helpless howling heart!

It is strange how pain emanates

From the most beautiful moments!

I am a person who doesn’t forget things easily and naturally that results in a little over-thinking and entanglement in my own mind. The wound takes time to dry and even if it does, it comes alive in the death of nights to haunt me.

No, the memories aren’t bad!

They are beautiful and that is exactly what hurts me, they haven’t lasted. And anyway, does anything ever last!

( Secretly, sometimes I feel, I never wanted them to last. This is a weird feeling isn’t it?)

Have you ever felt like this? Does similar recurring memories wash over you and make you reminisce the times you had?

Do share with me. I would love to hear your opinions and views.

Thank you for reading๐Ÿ˜Š

Good day!

PS. I have been a little busy lately for my school has just started and it’s class 12 so I am already under pressure. I am sorry as I have not been able to read and comment to much of the wonderful posts here but I promise I will soon check them all out!



my passionate readers and bloggers, I am truly grateful for the support that you all give me. If not for you all, I wouldn’t have the zeal to work harder and harder each day.

A big THANK YOU to all!

I want to say that I am changing the address of my blog and the site title. Why?

Because I feel my present name isn’t good enough ( you know, it sounds a bit stupid๐Ÿ˜… and this reason is stupid enough, anyway).

So I had decided to name my blog “Trails of ink( as you all know)

But, while changing I saw it’s reserved๐Ÿ˜…(my bad)

So I changed the name of my site to

“Tryst with mind”

( You can search by this name or simply by Ramyani and I hope you will reach my blog)

And my friend told me that if I change my address and name, I may loose followers so it’s a request from my part to please follow my blog if I get unfollowed, somehow.

I will be grateful.

I am providing the link below (click on the name)

Tryst with mind

Picture courtesy : The image is made by Unni Babu, one of my best friends with his amazing talent โ˜บ๏ธ

The Versatile Blogger Award!

Hi, everyone, I am back!

I am so thankful for the support I get here. If not for you all, I would never get the enthusiasm to work harder.

Awards work as a great morale booster, don’t you think? And this time, my two very good friends and amazing bloggers have nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award. Yaay!

Please do visit their blogs because you will absolutely love it. Suki( Baffled mum) writes beautiful poems and posts that will inspire even the most negative person on Earth and Gauri ( From the quill) has a style like no other. Her stories are the best!

Thank you both of you to find me worthy enough!


Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their blog

Write seven facts about yourself

Nominate other beautiful bloggers

Okay, so here goes

7 facts about me

1. My first priority is FAMILY.

I think this fact will be common with everyone reading this. I can’t live without them. Even the thought that I would have to go elsewhere for my higher studies makes me very sad.

2. I have a fear of stage and public speaking.

I know this fear will cost me much because, someday or other, I would have to speak. But whenever I stand in front of the large audience, I forget everything and shiver in fear. Maybe, it is the fear of not speaking good, forgetting my points but actually I can’t. I tried many times, which landed me onto embarassing situations. The fear is getting so bad that nowadays, I don’t even intearct in my classroom, I feel inconfident. And this makes me worry because then I feel I am not good enough for a career in law.

3. Chocolate is life.

I can live on chocolate if I could. I specially like dark chocolate very muchโค๏ธ

4. I am scared of blood and action.

I even get scared of normal action scenes in films! ๐Ÿ˜ I know, I appear a bit mad. I am scared of needles and hospital even, likewise.

5. I am an introvert so I like being alone physically sometimes.

I fear mental/emotional loneliness which I feel many a times.

6. I am a fan of MCU.

This is contradictory, isn’t it? Just above I said I am scared of action and now this?๐Ÿ˜‚ I know, I am weird. Most of the times, when there is any action scene which is impossible for me to watch, I close my eyes and open them after the scene but still I watch because I love the story. But yes, I don’t watch even the MCU films which have excessive action like Black Panther and Iron Man films.

That doesn’t make me a true fan, or does it? ๐Ÿ˜…

My favourite character is Thor. What’s yours?

7. I believe in kindness.

I always believe that we should be kind, no matter what. I also try to help everyone who ask me, even if I have to go out of my way to help them. If I genuinely care for a person, I would do almost everything to make them happy. And likewise, when my trust is broken twice, I never look back( once is okay, I forgive ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚)

I really hope you didn’t think I am weird and scared you off! ๐Ÿ˜‚

I would like to nominate a few beautiful bloggers even though, anyone reading this can obviously respond because everyone who is passionate deserve this award. It is really hard to choose among the best

Lillian (Orkidedatter)

Vrunda( vrunda chauk)

Pinki Jana( book and cappuccino)

Krishnapriya( Blue feet bamboo flute)

Aieshi (Beingreal98)

Nour lee


Good day! ( Although it’s very much night here in India)


Fatherhood – a short story

Alia came face to face with the greatest lie of her life which surrounded her for seventeen long years. She didn’t have a father, although Mr. Roy considered her the oasis in his deserted life.

Alia had often seen the picture of a man in the unused corners and drawers of her mother’s cupboard. Some even had her mother and the man together. Her innocent heart didn’t suspect anything for she was very fond of her family. She and her brother had an exceptional bond with their father, whom they considered their hero.

Alia turned to him whenever she wanted something for she knew her father would make the earth and the sky meet to bring her what she wanted. He held every word ever spoken by her delicately and fulfilled every wish, however wild they may seem.
Since the day she came across the pictures, the man never left her mind. He seemed vaguely familiar to her. Her brother, Aditya didn’t know him. She had asked her mother whether she knew the man only to get an unsatisfactory answer.

“Oh, a distant relative,Alia. Leave it” she had said.

But Alia didn’t acquiesce her defeat as she hunted down old photo albums, her parents’ mobile phones and tried to remember every distant relative on boring house parties to satiate her curious mind.
But she couldn’t find any trace of that man except the few photographs, which her mother had already kept aside after she had asked her.

After those futile efforts, the man took a backseat in her mind as more important works started catching her attention.


A few days passed and one day while taking out her mother’s scarf for her, from the top most rack of the cupboard, a paper flew out.
It was her birth certificate and she realised she had never actually seen it by herself.

She sat on the floor reading it, the day of her birth, time and the names of her parents, when suddenly her breath got caught in her lungs. Her eyes almost bulged out at what she read. She blinked a few times to adjust her focus and read again.
Feeling numb, she kept the paper where it was and walked back to her room and locked it.
Staring at the ceiling, she sighed as if she was holding her breath all along. She couldn’t believe it as her heart beat fast and tears accumulated in her eyes. The truth hit her hard.
Her father was not her father!

“You are not my father?”

Alia’s voice shook and finally broke at the weight of her emotions.
Rajiv looked at his daughter, spellbound.

“No..” He finally uttered a word in what seemed like a lifetime.
Alia was already crying looking at her feet, which she always thought were as big as her father’s.
Rajiv, not knowing what to do next advanced to embrace her when Alia looked up. He stopped, anxious.

“Why didn’t you tell me?

Her voice was calm, just like the sea before the storm.
I thought.. it didn’t.. you know, didn’t matter..” his voice trembled as he looked around to find his wife for help.

Didn’t matter?” Alia half screamed “You mean, my existence doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter who is my creator ? It doesn’t matter how I came to earth? It is my right to know. What benevolence did it result in hiding the creator from his creation? It โ€ฆ “

She gasped for breath.
“It does matter to me and you” she paused before saying the next line which virtually killed Rajiv “are not my father”
Alia ran outside.

Her father stood there with his numb feet and took deep breaths as his heart throbbed with pain. He didn’t know, Alia would react like this. He always felt Alia was his daughter. He didn’t know that blood was really thicker, that blood only counted.

Alia on the other hand, felt that her parents betrayed her, kept her in dark about the truth of her existence. Sitting on the last bench of the public park, hidden from view, she burnt the love, the memories of the seventeen long years in her tears.
She didn’t have a father.

“He is a good man, Alia. He loves us. It doesn’t matter if we are not connected by blood..” explained Aditya.
“He might be anything, Adi but not my father” Alia said before she hung up and switched her phone off. She still was finding it difficult to accept the truth. Her world fell apart in a day.

Reena found her husband in a terrible state when she reached home from work that day. Broken, he was crying profusely. She was shocked that Alia had found out as she kept on her futile effort to comfort her husband.

Alia came home late.
“Where were you?” Reena asked.
“Where is my father?” Alia demanded, completely ignoring her mother’s question “Who is my father?”
Reena sighed. She had long forgotten her past, moved on. She didn’t want to dig the graves.

“He is your father” she said softly, pointing towards her husband.
Alia looked away. “My real father! I want to know!” She screamed

I want to know what happened to him? Why are we not staying with him? Why did you marry again? Is he dead?..
“He is” Reena intersected.
Aditya sat by his father who was looking sick.
“He is dead for me” Reena continued, her words pricked her own heart as she walked by the memory lane “You are shameless” her voice quivered with anger.

“I just want to know the truth” Alia said coldly.
“He left me”

Alia stared at her mother who was crying. “When Adi was only two, Alia, when you were in my womb, he left me”
All eyes on Reena, she sat on the chair and continued with her quivering voice. Alia felt numb the second time in that day. She felt her head spinning.

“He left me for a wretched woman, left me handicapped. It was devastating for me, Alia. My pain and my difficulties increased as I singlehandedly was raising you both. I wanted to die but I couldn’t kill you and leave your brother to die. Alok had died for me the day he left me” Reena paused.

“Rajiv is my college friend. He came as the ray of hope in my life. He married me, accepted me with both of you. How can you say that he is not your father? After he raised you for seventeen years, loved you, fulfilled your every little wish ..?”

Reena was crying like anything, her heart broken from the dark memories. She was breathing heavily.
Alia didn’t know what to say and walked straight towards her room and locked the door.


The next morning, the sun did shine but not so bright for Alia and her father. She still couldn’t accept the truth of her life and her father waited with bated breath for the day his daughter would call him her father.

Their bond was questioned, the bond Rajiv had grown with utmost care and love. He was in love with Reena from their college days. When he had found out about her misery, he rushed to help, only to fall in love again with two more persons.
Aditya knew about this but he was told by his mother not to disclose the truth to Alia. Reena didn’t know that her one mistake could cost her happiness for she should have told Alia.


Years passed by and Alia changed into a gorgeous lady, who was ready to enter the most youthful phase
of her life – her college life. She was enjoying the perks of staying at the hostel: more freedom and more
friends. Whenever she got skype calls from her family, she ignored her stepfather and only responded to her blood relations. Rajiv helplessly witnessed the situation and felt like an invisible ghost.

Despite being amidst many friends, gossips and love proposals, Alia did well in her studies. Her only
problem was that the thought of her real father came to her mind, especially during the dead of the night, disturbing her from a good sleep. Anu, Alia’s roommate and best friend with the brown-eyes and long
black hairs, sacrificed her sleep to comfort Alia.

Anu said, “Should you waste your time thinking about the man who created you and left you and the rest
of your family?”
“It is easy for you to say this Anu. I can’t accept anyone else other than my creator as my father” replied
Anu said, “I am sorry. I am just trying to comfort you. Worrying won’t change neither the past nor the
That is right,” thought Alia and tried to sleep.


Alia’s family often came to visit her. Some of her hostel mates used to ask her who the man in the car was
and Alia used to reply that the man was a driver. Rajiv never got a chance to talk to her at the hostel and could only look at her from a distance.
After the first semester exams, Alia packed her things to go home for a month. Anu had already finished
packing her things and was looking at Alia.

Alia, “Lucky you! A real loving father awaits you at your home. I have to survive a month at my home,
facing that fake father.”
Anu, “Shut up Alia. You are luckier than me.”
Alia, “I am jealous of your fortunate life. I really am, Anu. You will be getting a myriad of gifts from
your real father when you reach your home. You will be getting the real affection of your real father when you are home.”

Tears began to drop from Anu’s shiny eyes like white pearl beads. Surprised by the sudden change of
emotion, Alia asked, “What happened?”
Anu closed their hostel room and then reluctantly revealed the scars on her tender body.

Omg!!! What is this?” Alia was perturbed.
One of the myriads of ‘gifts’ from my real father,” shouted Anu and threw a pillow at Alia in anger. Anu
then concealed her scars with her clothes and went outside with her own bag.

Alia tried to stop her but Anu didn’t stop. Anu walked towards the bus stop and caught a bus.
Anu sat on the side seat and looked at Alia who was standing outside. Anu said, “Hope to see you after
the holidays. Goodbye.”
Alia could not forget the scars on Anu’s body. Anu’s helpless face, when she bid goodbye, haunted Alia
for long. She went back to her hostel room and finished packing her things.


The familiar sound of the car horn reached her ears and she walked outside her room with her bag. She
went downstairs and approached her car. Reena and Alia’s brother Aditya were standing outside the car, waiting for Alia. Rajiv was also standing near the car, looking at Alia. He knew that he could not earn Alia’s trust and love. Like a humble servant, he walked towards Alia to carry her bag.

Alia freed her soft hands from the heavy bag and ran forward. Reena and Aditya knew that they were
going to get a warm hug from Alia. But Alia ran towards Rajiv and hugged him tightly.

Warm tears flowed incessantly from her eyes and she said, “I love you, daddy!”

Aditya tried to stop his sister from crying in front of the hostel but Reena stopped him and said, “let the
remorse of many years flow as tears and cleanse her mind.”
Rajiv also had an emotional moment and he said, “I love you too, my princess.”

Whole hostel witnessed a heart warming family moment and some of them cheered in joy. Alia and her
family headed towards their home, following the joyful sun which was cheering at them from the horizon.

The end

I am so honoured and pleased to present you, my first collaboration with Unni Babu (Click here to go to his wonderful blog), and yes, many more to come!



Chapter 5

“She is dead!”

I looked at the house, unable to believe everything he said, as Subir continued.
“I was there when she died. Some neighbours rushed in to help her because you see, the heart attack came when she was in the courtyard sitting under the sun. Apparently she was mumbling about some last wish to see someone, or about someone’s return, someone called Nishir… We have been talking about it for all these years. Now, when I asked Ashim, he seemed to know the man; he was Irabati’s lover when she was young.
I wonder where he is!
Is something the matter, dada? You look pale?”

My heart skipped a beat.

“No.. noo.. I am fine. So, she still lurks in those shadows to attain the fulfillment of her last wish?”
“Seems so. What were you doing in there though?”

I stared at him. I couldn’t believe him. She was dead! And some minutes ago, she was standing in front of me, talking to me! My heart ached as unshed tears pricked the wounded walls.

“I am Nishir.. Mukherjee”
His face hinted towards a sign of recognition as he smiled sadly.
“She saw you. Her last wish got fulfilled. Ashim might be able to sell it now” Subir sighed.

“Babu, it’s time we leave. Otherwise, you won’t be able to catch the train” the driver called.

As I opened the door of the car to get in, I stole a last glance at the house as tears started falling from my eyes automatically.

Ira did wait for me and I, broke my promise. I cursed myself. I didn’t know how I would live the rest of my days with the guilt of killing the girl I loved. My whole life seemed a myth, lost in the echo of my past.
My Ira was dead.
The house seemed pretty harmless. But then, I saw it.

Through the corner of my eye, I saw the smiling, faint, figure of my Ira standing on the balcony, vanish into thin air.
“Finally, the house will be sold. I am sorry, Ira.”
I thought to myself as the car moved forward.

So, this is the end of the story. Did you like it?

Oh, I so hope you did!๐Ÿ˜‚ Please feel free to share your thoughts, opinions, suggestions or even an alternate ending with me in the comment section. โค๏ธ

Thank you for reading!

No Words Wednesday- Challenge #9


This is the first time I am posting a picture clicked by me. I am not really good at photography but I love it. I also like to learn and try different things just like my father, who is btw really great at photography.

Moreover, I love to travel and I do travel a lot (nearly every year we go on a tour for 7-10 days and small trips of 2 days have become common)

I feel travelling really is a stress reliever, a break from the monotony of our fast lives, race against the clocks. I always feel fresh and energized.

These are original, unedited and taken by me while in a jungle safari through Bandipur national park in Karnataka,India which I visited in May 2018.

Camera- Nikon COOLPIX P600

Posted in response to

Mes Mots (No words wednesday Challenge #9)

Do you like to travel? Does it act as a necessary break?

Share with me in the comment section.