Hello Everyone,

Over the course of my life, I’ve embraced a number of different hobbies: Cricket, tennis, Badminton, listening Music, playing Guitar and just to name a few. But none of them have changed my life or brought me as much satisfaction as writing something and the other. Writing on Life, challenges in life, Love, Betrayed, Hurts, Romance, Death, Shayaris, Songs and so on. In almost too many ways to count, it has changed me and the way I live my life.

Few points why I have started with my blog (Even If I am Not a Writer):-

  • To become a better writer.
  • It helps to learn new things.
  • It create challenges in me.
  • To become a better thinker.
  • To live a more intentional life.
  • To develop an eye for meaningful things.
  • To live a healthier life habits.
  • To meet new people.
  • To inspire others.
  • To become more comfortable being known.
  • To serve as a personal journal.
  • To become more confident.
  • To find a platform to recommend.
  • To develop Positive thinking.

Hope you all are ready to read all my upcoming blogs on the regular basis or whenever I post the new blog. 




Dear God,.Thank You

Thank you for this heart.

For this little muscle beating inside my chest. Thank you for its resilience, for its strength. Thank you for helping it beat, through every Stairmaster workout, through every terrifying scene in a scary movie, through every kiss, through every morning when I was so so tired, and didn’t want to face the world. Thank you for giving me physical strength—to overcome obstacles, to push myself, to never quit. Thank you for my emotional strength—to let people in, to forgive, to share love with others. Sometimes I forget how amazing this muscle is, bringing oxygen to my body, keeping me alive, reminding me that even in my humanness, I am powerful. And helping me to love, and keep on loving. So thank you.

Thank you for my hands.

Hands to touch, to hold, to hug, to cherish. Thank you for the times my parents have held my hands in theirs, for the times I could brush my sister’s hair, or throw a softball, or reach across a quiet space and place a palm on the cheek of a lover. Thank you for the ways my hands have healed, for the ways my hands have learned, for the ways my hands have connected with other hands, and made me see beauty in imperfection.

Thank you for love.

For the capacity to feel, to open, to give. For the ways you have shown me love and given me love from the people around me. Thank you for my family, my friends, my coworkers, for strangers, for lovers. Thank you for the times you have shown my heart what it feels like to be cared for. Thank you for teaching me how to give myself, fully, to others.

Thank you for the pain.

Thank you for all the nights my tears blended with the shower water, the nights I didn’t think I’d get over him or when I felt so misunderstood. Thank you for the days I was afraid of my future, terrified of where I would go to college, or if I would do well on a test, or if my words could actually mean anything. Thank you for the heartbreak, for the tough lessons, for the exhaustion and brokenness. Because I learned I am whole in you.

Thank you for the lonely nights.

The nights I stayed up late, watching headlights dance across my bedroom window or the stars flickering somewhere off in the distance. Thank you for showing me how to heal and how to be on my own. Thank you for building my strength, day by day, even when I felt I was only getting weaker. Thank you for reminding me that emptiness is temporary, and that I can always be filled in with your love.

Thank you for the ones that left.

At the time their leaving felt like a betrayal, and I thought you had turned your back on me. But you were showing me who was temporary, and who was there to stay. You were showing me that I cannot put my faith in sinful people, cannot depend on them for the source of my happiness, but can instead must lean on you. And you won’t leave. Thank you for never leaving, and promising to stay by my side forever.

Thank you for the unanswered prayers.

Because this life is not about receiving what I ask for, not about basing my relationship with you on what I get, not about wishes being granted and having things my way. For your plan is greater than mine will ever be. And every unanswered prayer was a blessing in disguise.

Thank you for being all that I needed.

For listening when I poured my heart out, for guiding me when I lost my footing, for being a source of inspiration and trust, for reminding me that I am yours, forever. And that I am loved. Thank you for staying when the world turned its back. Thank you for reminding me that no matter how harsh this life gets, you will always be here. Thank you for giving your son to die for my sins.

Thank you for forgiveness.

For forgiving me, for helping me learn to forgive, for the way forgiveness heals and saves and lets us begin again with new hope. Thank you for building my heart back to its full strength. Thank you for showing me how beautiful life can be when we let go. Thank you for opportunities, for new beginnings.

Thank you for hope.

**Maut -Mera Dost **

Maut hi ek aesi chis hai duniya mein………

Jo har dum –  har waqt mere saath rehti hai……

mere kareeb rehti hai…

Isliye Maut ko mein hamesha khush rakta hoon…….


Jahaan mein jao,  Jidhar bhi jao…..

Jaise bhi jao, jiske saath bhi jao……

Wo kuch parvah kiye bina

har dum –  har waqt mere saath rehti hai……

mere kareeb rehti hai…


Is duniya mein

Chahe wo dosti ho, Chahe wo pyaar ho…..

Chahe kabhi na tutne wala rishta ho…….

Ek na ek din yeh sab muje akela chod jayengey……

Lekin maut muje kabhi akela nahi chodegi…..

har dum –  har waqt mere saath rahegi……

mere kareeb rahegi.

Isliye mein Maut ko hamesha khush rakta hoon…….

kyunki agar Maut mujse naaraz ho gayi….

toh khuda ki rehmat se, Meri zindagi bhi mujse naaraz ho jayegi……

Aur agar zindagi mujse naaraz ho gayi, Toh na jeene ka maksat rahega……

Aur na marne ka……


Maut mera haath pakad kar leke jayegi…..

Koi kuch nahi kar payega…..

Na muje rok payega, Na koi Maut ko samja payega……


Kuch Adhure se sapne, Kuch Adhuri si baatien….

Kuch haseen yaadien, Kuch haseen mulakatein…

Chote chote pal, Haste muskurate chehre……

Sab kuch asehi chod kar chala jayunga……


Isliye Maut ko mein hamesha khush rakta hoon…….


Maut hi ek aesi chis hai duniya mein………

Jo har dum –  har waqt mere saath rehti hai……

mere kareeb rehti hai…


By Dikshit.

She Is Not Easy to Love and To Forgot

She is difficult to love, but only in the sense that she has high standards. She is unwilling to settle for one-sided love. If you are going to enter a relationship with her, you need to commit. She is not interested in holding half of your heart or half of your attention. She wants all or nothing.

She knows what she deserves, which is why you should expect her to speak up whenever you disrespect her. She will not allow anyone to walk over her. If you hurt her, you are going to hear about it. She refuses to bottle up her emotions because being authentic is in her blood. She doesn’t know any other way to conduct herself.

She has a fire within her that she is unafraid of releasing. When she is angry, she will spend hours ranting about whatever is on her mind. When she is upset, she will cry buckets in front of you. She won’t pretend everything is okay when she feels like her world is falling apart. She will be real with you, even when you would rather hear pretty lies.

If you want her, you are going to have to fight for the relationship. She will do the same, but she won’t do it alone. She won’t be the only person putting effort into your love.

She is not easy to love because she will do what is right, not what is comfortable. She won’t let you get away with murder. When you screw up, she won’t forgive you if it seems like your apologies are inauthentic. She won’t give you a third chance if you have proven you cannot be trusted. She won’t put you before herself because she loves herself.

The thought of being single does not scare her — and that’s what makes her such a force to be reckoned with. If you hurt her, she will not hesitate to leave you. It doesn’t matter how much she cares about you. If you stop treating her well, she will stop coming around. She will drop you the second she gets reduced to your second choice.

Because of her high standards, you might consider her difficult to love, but she is also difficult to forget.

After she leaves, you will miss the way she looked at you like you were the only person she saw. The way she told the truth even when a lie would be easier. The way she never let anyone else stop her from speaking her mind.

Long after she leaves, you will still be trying to figure out a way to get her back, because you won’t want to live without her.

Even though you felt like she was difficult to love while you still had her, you are going to realize how much more difficult it is to forget her.

Inspiring Love Story!!!

This is a true story that happened in Japan.

In order to renovate the house, a Japanese man breaks open the wall. Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls.

When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there, because a nail from outside had been hammered into one of its feet.

He sees this, feels pity, & at the same time curious. When he checks the nail, it was nailed 5 years ago, when the house was built!!!

What happened?

The lizard had survived in such a position for 5 yrs!!!

In a dark wall partition for 5 years without moving, it is impossible and mind-boggling.

Then he wondered how this lizard had survived for 5 years without moving a single inch, since its foot was impaled!

So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, to see what it has been doing, and how it has been eating

Later, not knowing from where it came, appears another lizard, with food in it’s mouth.

Ah! He was stunned and touched deeply.

For the lizard that was impaled by the nail, another lizard had been feeding it for the past 5 years.

Imagine? It has been doing that untiringly for 5 long years, without giving up hope on its partner.

Imagine what a small creature can do, that a creature blessed with a brilliant mind cannot do.

Please, never abandon your loved ones. Don’t turn your back on people because they are in difficulty. Don’t see yourself as more intelligent or the best. You may be a bit luckier today but life is uncertain and can change things tomorrow….

A Moment of negligence might break the very heart which loved you against all odds..

Before you say something just remember…

*It takes a moment to break, but an entire lifetime to make …………*

God created space within our fingers so that we can hold hands……

Be there for somebody today.

Love one another!!

Erotic Story – Part 3

She wanted to stop him when he was pushing so hard, she hated when this wet thing happened. “Wait a minute…” she let out quietly and hoped he’d hear her. But he didn’t and she squirted, you can say that it was against her will. She lost her consciousness for good thirty seconds and when she could finally think again she looked at him with a blush in her cheeks. She had to catch her breath so she just allowed her body to fall on the table. A few more twitches came from her lady parts to her whole body and she raised her head at last to see him gazing at her with his mouth slightly open. Just then he realized it and closed his mouth with his hand still holding his erect penis. He moved closer to insert it in again when she put her hand on his belly to stop him. “Wait a minute please.” she said a little louder, without the words being swallowed in her moans this time.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled at her. “Don’t tell me that you have enough!” he laughed. He leaned above her and took one her hand very gently to pull her up. He let go of his penis and pushed her closer to the edge of the table. They were so close, it was just a temptation. He hugged her to feel her warmth and just like he expected, the emotions flowing from such a tender hug made her grab his penis and navigate it back inside. She started kissing him just when he was putting him inside as deep as he could.

He felt his penis sliding into her, the feeling of this connection overwhelmed him, so he stayed inside her while they were kissing. She was shaking a little bit, last echoes of the orgasm she just had. He loved when she was shaking, he loved how she was losing control over her body during orgasm and started trembling, but these subtle movements she did were hypnotic, he just wanted to be there inside her and feel each unconscious movement her body did and he wanted to kiss her all the time. After what felt like a few seconds, she started moving her pelvis making his tool slide outwards and inwards, she wanted to say something but he silenced her with another of the kisses and moved his hips a little bit forward so his cock went all the way inside and as she was not expecting, her body reacted to the shock while she let out another of her moans through the kissing.

After a few minutes of lovemaking he pulled himself out and roughly made her climb down the table. Once on the floor he turned her around and bend her over. She let her body rest on the table and while watching those beautiful long hair spread out on her back, he inserted his cock inside her vagina again and started roughly thrusting. Her butt cheeks reacted to every hit and he knew he would not hold himself much longer.

As he made her come down off the table she almost fell to her knees, or she would for sure if he didn’t turn her around so fast. Oh my, I’ve had enough! She couldn’t believe it either, not having sex for a week made her mad… and now she can’t take any more. Without any strength left in her muscles she lied down on the table and gave in to him.

As he started to fuck her harder almost every third thrust meant an orgasm. She wanted to think about dignity and tried to look beautiful, but her brain was working less and less with every second. She was moaning at first, then screaming under the power of his hands and hips. Her whole body was shaking, muscles appeared to tighten and relax themselves in very chaotic contractions, her nails were scratching the table and her fingers pulling her own hair. Quietly he started to moan, which aroused her even more and made her orgasms exceptionally intense. He almost made her cum again, but suddenly everything stopped and he came instead of her. Thank God! she thought to herself. She felt the warm rain on her back while constantly shivering.

He gasped. His knees were suddenly weak and as soon as he finished spraying the last of his semen across her naked back he fell to his knees. As he was catching his breath he noticed how she is still shivering, even after a good minute it not only didn’t stop, but it also seemed it was still retaining the magnitude it had right after he slipped out. Finally he gathered enough strength to stand up again. She had her eyes closed, her fists were clenched as if she was trying to hold on to something and the rest of her body was continuously shaking hinting her incredibly long-lasting orgasm. “Uhmm… where do you keep tissues?”

She was still shaking though not as much as before, she moved her hand towards the shelf on which indeed was a box with tissues. As he was wiping that white sticky fluid from her back and throwing one drenched tissue after another to the floor, she started to use her feet to finally stand up. “You are all clean.” he smiled “Do you think I could use your shower? I’m all sweaty.”

After the shower, he put his clothes on, and waited for her to finish her own cleaning procedure. When she finally left the shower, he leaned in for a kiss. “Good night darling.” That was all he said before he went to the door to leave.

She didn’t want him to just leave like that. After having so many orgasms at such a short period of time, her feelings towards him were immensely magnified. “Wait!” she almost screamed at him. He could wait until I finish in the shower, Im sure hes not in a hurry. She walked towards him through the hall as fast as her feet allowed her to and hugged him. The feel of his body made her horny again but she tried to ignore it. He loosened the grip so she could kiss him goodbye. The kiss was long, but what was more important, it was full of love.

Come on, ask him to stay, ask him to sleep with you, ask him! Before she could say something, he stepped back and gently rubbed her cheek. “Good night!” he said with that sweet and kind smile. “Good night…” she replied quietly, with disappointment in her mind. She closed the door and watched him walk away. Ok! Lets masturbate!

Erotic Story – Part 2

He was pushing her to the door and passionately kissing her. His hands were like a scanner running through her whole body, discovering every bit and worshipping it with his gentle touches. At first his hands were curious and careful, but after a while he became more excited and it showed in the intensity of his touches. But it wasn’t the only way she felt it. She could feel it under her belly, rubbing and pushing against her.

His penis was hard like a rock and she started to feel warmth and dankness in her pants. She knew she doesn’t have to think about it, she wouldn’t regret it under any circumstances. She hated foreplay but for some reason she couldn’t take her lips off his. She finally forced herself to stop kissing him on his full smooth lips and started kissing him on his cheeks, so that she could take his shirt off easier. He helped her and he was half naked in half a second. He took her face in his hands, looked in her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew that what was about to happen will stay in her mind forever.

He knew her opinion on foreplay, but for some reason, it was impossible to stop caressing her body. She looked like a goddess despite her being completely without make-up. As he stopped to take a breath, he could see her excitement and that made him almost lose his mind. He grabbed her and with a firm yet gentle push made her go into the dining room. There he kissed her again and without stopping kissing her, he put her on the table. His hands were now caressing her thighs, they were so smooth and pleasurable to touch. He pushed his body closer to hers, feeling her breasts softly squish under the pressure. His hard penis touched her in between her legs and she let out a silent moan. Isn’t it unfair? I am half naked and she still has her pyjamas. With this thought he helped her took her sleeping shirt off. Weren’t it for his now uncontrollable desires, he would stare at her perfect breasts with an open mouth, instead he now used this open mouth to kiss her on those beautiful teats, his tongue learning every curve they had. She let out another moan when he gently used his teeth, with another burst of excitement he was ready to move his mouth lower.

She knew what he was about to do. Oh no you won’t! She grabbed his hair and brought him back on her lips quite roughly. She didn’t want to waste another minute with foreplay. As they were kissing she slowly unzipped his pants. She gently pulled them down with his shorts, unleashing his hard penis out. He knew what he had to do so he took her panties off with his skilled hands. He brought his body closer to her and she started rubbing his penis while kissing him on his neck. He let his head lean back and moaned a little louder as he was enjoying the pleasure. She then moved her lips to his and started gently kissing him, while her one hand was still rubbing his cock. She used her other hand to pull him closed to her. Like this she made him insert it inside as deep as he could while she let out another moan. She put both her hands on his back while he was holding her with one hand on her butt pushing her towards his body, thrusting quite slowly but strong. His other hand was like a passenger running from her hair on her back and then on her breasts and then on her hips.

His excitement grew with every moan she let out and with that excitement grew the frequency and power of his thrusts. He could no longer hold her in one place using only one hand and so he repositioned his hands on her hips so she wouldn’t slip away on the table. A loud moan let him know she liked the change, but it could also be caused by him thrusting her against his erect penis. He went on and on and his sweat started dripping off him, yet he seemed to not notice because he continued without even stopping to wipe the sweat off his forehead. At this point the girl under him was screaming and that in combination with the look at her body with her back arched and her breasts shaking in accordance with her body would normally be enough for him to finish, but tonight was different. He continued thrusting not minding her pleas to stop and suddenly aside from usual contractions of her vagina during orgasm he felt unusual pressure on his penis which eventually forced him to pull out. She was ejaculating, It was rather powerful squirt covering him in more love juice with every tremor of her body. When he looked in fascination at her face he could see she is barely conscious.

To be Continue….