Memoirs

Sitting in my office cafeteria with a cup of black coffee☕, my diary📒, and a pencil in hand✍️, I was trying to write about things📝 inspired by my surroundings. Suddenly, I realized something crucial for any IT professional👩‍🔬👨‍🔬 Read the below piece📜and let me know your thoughts! Tumhare bina, main ek plastic ka tukda hoon, Tumhare saath main woh darwaze ki chabi hoon.  Jo tumhare saath humesa rehta hai, Jiske bina na tum office jaate na office se aate ho,  Jo tumhe us aesthetic workplace mein entry dilwati hai,  Jo tumhari attendance lagwati hai,  Jo tumhe tumhare cabin tak lejati hai,  Jo tumhe ek pehchan dilwati hai.  Arey, nahi pehchana kya mujhe? Main hoon tumhara apna Office Ka ID card,  Tumhari corporate jewellery. I've explored something new and different here. I'd love to hear your thoughts! Feel free to share your feedback or suggest what I should try next✌ Adios, Isha🌸🎀

"Does it hurt?" they ask. "What does this actually mean?" they probe. "Doesn't your mom scold you?" they wonder. I don’t want to answer any of these questions. After all, it's my body, my life, and engraving these arts on my skin is my own secret language, a personal code I choose not to share. Each tattoo carries a deep story, a hidden chapter of my life that helps me navigate this fast-paced world. Every time I get a new tattoo, I feel a rush of vitality, as if I'm evolving into a new character in the story of my life. These tattoos are more than just ink on skin; they are the keepsakes of my journey, the only thing I’ll carry with me to the grave.  For me, each tattoo is a reward for overcoming challenges, a celebration of special occasions, or a way to immortalize a memory I cherish. They represent my morals, values, and beliefs, etched in a way that words alone cannot capture. I love them more than anything because they are the truest expr