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  Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Elevating the morning ritual from mundane to magical, the Duck Duck Story Mug is a charming addition to any collection. From its whimsical design to its practical functionality, this mug has quickly become a favorite in my cupboard. Let's start with the design. Adorned with adorable ducks engaged in various antics amidst a tranquil pond scene, this mug is a visual treat. The artwork is vibrant and detailed, capturing the essence of playful serenity. Each duck seems to have a tale to tell, inviting you to create your own narrative as you sip your favorite beverage. Crafted from durable ceramic, the mug feels substantial in hand while remaining comfortable to hold. The handle is ergonomically designed, ensuring a secure grip with every sip. With a generous capacity, it's perfect for enjoying anything from a piping hot cup of coffee to a soothing herbal tea. What truly sets this mug apart is its storytelling quality. As you gaze upon the whimsical scene, you can...

It’s been a while precious Let’s just give it up my friend Do you think they care It’s difficult for us. It’s difficult to carry the body This white, this white isn’t worthy of our greatness Why do you have to do it Why do you have to carry this one The shiny dream, the flawless look, the brightness of the sun It’s been a while Let’s just pick the worn one today The dark one, the imperfect one, the natural one Doesn’t it tempt us precious The grin look at it precious. It’s us. Grace of the manner-less The one, the only one The arrogant one, the happy one Let’s call him in precious Duck Duck Story

याद रहूँगा मैं क्या तुमको बादल जब मेरी स्याही बरसायेंगे कितनी बारिशें, कितने मौसम मेरे ख़त बन जाएंगे दो पल हों जो पास तुम्हारे मुट्ठी में तुम मेरी कहानी पकड़ लेना कभी जो तुम हो थोड़ी अकेली इसे इत्मीनान से पढ़ लेना दूर सही मैं और न तुमको ज़रुरत पर इन साँसों को भी हिचकी का सहारा दे देना याद रहूँगा मैं क्या तुमको बादल जब मेरी स्याही बरसायेंगे कितनी बारिशें, कितने मौसम मेरे ख़त बन जाएंगे

चल थोड़ी आज बेपरवाही कर लें कुछ देर के लिए ज़रा आंखें बंद कर लें चल देखें एक सुबह को शाम बनते हुए कुछ आते-जाते लोग और कुछ पंछी उड़ते हुए कुछ वक़्त मिले तो सुनूं साँसों को अपनी हो जाए इनके आने जाने की भी तस्सली कुछ देर ग़ुमान करूँ फिर ज़िंदा होने का गिरवी हूँ तो क्या अभी मोहलत है थोड़ी   कुछ देर ना डर, न ख्वाईश, न चाह  ना मक़सद और ना ज़रुरत हो तेरी कुछ पल, कुछ गंटे तो बस यहाँ शख्सियत हो मेरी

खोले डाइयरी के कुछ पुराने पन्ने अभी और मेरी कहानी बिखर गयी कुछ सपने गिरे कवर के छेद से जैसे रिहा हुए हों क़ैद से मिली लाश कुछ वादों की वहाँ ना जाने कब किए थे खुदसे और कहाँ कुछ पन्नो बाद वो बे-अदब ‘मैं’ भी निकला ना डर था जिससे और ना कोई परवाह बे-अदब ‘मैं’ मुझसे पूछता है ये यहाँ एक अजीब सा शोर क्यूँ है तेरी सोच में आगे निकालने की होड़ क्यूँ है ये क्या तेरी आम सी ज़िंदगी है ये कौन है तू ये क्या बन गया है तू समझ ए बे-अदब नासमझ है इसीलिए तो हराम है तू दुनिए के कितने कायदों से अंजान है तू कुछ सलीखा सीख ले जीने का अब तो नुस्खे ले कामयाबी के अब तो किन कायदों की बात करता है तू किन वादों की बात करता है तू देख खुद को आईनो मे कभी क्या था और क्या है अब तू सुन ओ क़ायदे पढ़ने वाले सुन ओ सलीखे सिखाने वाले तू कोई मसखरा तो नहीँ क्योंकि तू ‘मैं’ तो नहीं हो सकता कहाँ गयी है मेरी वो बेपरवाही कहाँ है मेरा वो… 'ठा से' चुप करवाया फिर उसे कवर, पन्नो और ड्रॉयर में दबाया फिर उसे बंद किए डाइयरी के कुछ पुराने पन्ने अभी और मेरी कहानी दफ़्न हुई

मंदिर भी मैं, मस्जिद भी मैं थोड़ा हिंदू मैं और तोड़ा मुस्लिम भी मैं हूँ शिया मैं, सुन्नी भी हूँ हूँ ब्राहमीन मैं, शुद्रा भी हूँ. कुंभ का नगा भी मैं और हज का हाजी भी मैं क़व्वाल मैं अली का, और फिर नंद का लाल भी तो हूँ. मथुरा के लाल मे मलांग हूँ मैं खोज लेना जब खवजा के शहेर में हो. क्या डालेगा मुझे एक डब्बे में तू, क्या पहचानेगा मुझे एक ठप्पे में तू नहीं मिलेगी मेरी पहचान एक ज़ात मे यू मैं तो दिन हूँ और फिर रात भी तो हूँ.

Greetings Everyone, It’s been a while since I had last written anything about anything. Gladly, I was busy with my upcoming novel, which has been a great project. Now my idea has been to present something extraordinary. Firstly, it’s not a love story. Pheeew. I know a lot of there are out there. Jordan is something else. Surprisingly, I really don’t have any words on it. So I’ll just share the cover picture here and keep you all posted on its availability in India and all other countries. Keep the love coming till then. Need it. Also I'll be writing on Snapwryt from now on. Take Care Ishan Mathur

‘Moving’-A small six letter word but evokes a dozen different emotions, and all at once. It brings the excitement of going to a new place, the fun of meeting new people, it also has the curiosity of learning new things and somewhere it has the pain of leaving things behind. Things that you have known for long enough and some people who just don’t seem to get out of the head. It’s difficult to say for all but for a majority, we never grow big enough, mature enough not to miss mom. In fact in a new country, she’s the one who can help beat the blues and get along with the people. From the universal mom’s diary, following 5 lessons may be handy in settling at a new place. Listen from your heart Expectations of the boyfriend, attitude of co-workers, weather, money, the lady residing down the road, the black dog, crops this year and god knows what, we all have something to say about everything. Most of us want to be listened or more importantly to be understood. It doesn’t matter...

Why there are voices in my head Contrasting to what I get Grow up, grow they say You have to find your way If you haven’t started yet How far will you get What if you reach nowhere? What if you are too late to be there? The voices are just too smart I don’t think they even have a heart They say these are the ways of world You have to run run and run They command not to look back They insist it’s just too dark They say there is a lot to fear I say I don’t care I tell them that I can see mum back there They ask how will she get here Mirages are not for real Shut the fuck up and get over the ordeal I sigh that I have no one They question the need for someone They insist it’s not a usual journey It’s over friends, family, luxuries and money I whisper am I mad I ask if I am mad I shout if I am mad I scream if I am mad But the voices just don’t come back

I am in slippers, I am in shorts Who cares I am with friends People are laughing looking at us Who cares I am with friends I don't have to do my hair I don't need to need to impress I am laughing like an idiot I am drunk like hell I don't feel scared anymore I have to pretend no more Some idiot thinks I am useless? Who cares I am with friends My ex didn't look back Who cares I am with friends I eat, drink, buy, text, walk, think, talk and breathe the way I want Don't bother me I am with friends

Dear Page No. 79 I certainly don’t know you and I don’t know whether you like me or not but the fact is that I have spent too much time looking around for people who would listen to me. Listen to me not because they think I am losing it, listen to me not because they owe me something or listen to me not because they think I need to let it out. I just want someone to listen just to know what I feel like inside. You seem like the  only guy  who would listen to me without asking questions, without telling what should I do and how I can get over this . 79  have you ever been in love?  Haha  what a silly question. What would you love?  Page number 78  or the printed lines or maybe you can fall in love with this ink. Let me suggest you something, don’t ever do that. You know the best part of talking to you  79 ? You won’t even ask me why and you won’t tell my secrets to anyone too. Will you? You know 79; it has been over 7 years since I ...

Hi guys and girls, I am renaming my Girl in Red and Guy in Black. Well maybe will use just their new names which I think will be more flexible to write with. I'll call them Zac and Zoe....zac is our guy and zoe the girl.

I'll be writing on  https://www.snapwryt.com from now on. “ You call yourself a writer but I never see you using a pen” “That’s coz I type on the laptop sweetheart” “Then you should call yourself a typer (she meant typist)” This is my conversation with my five-year old cousin sister. She really has a valid point here. It’s so valid that I considered renaming my blog to ‘ The Typist’ . I could have gone with philosophical answers like: “ It doesn’t matter when thoughts flow, you can use anything to give it a physical form. It can be a pen, charcoal, brush, spray and of course now-a-days my life KEYBOARD.” But, I guess it’s best to let women win irrespective of their age. Well that’s what I wanted to write about from quite some time. Eating out a lot lately and had some chances to sit quietly and look around. At times , I really feel bad about the plunging levels of ‘mannerism’ when people are out with a girl. Of course, in any way, I can’t be called an expert...