A rant

Putting the last spoon
on the table, she smiled
He may not know, but
the one thing she tried
was to make the day a good one.
With no reason to shun
away the good times.
Alas! He bought it up again
“You gotta loose all the gain”


Her eyes welled as she spoke
“Its not in my control.
It hurts even to try.”
“You don’t look sick” said the voice of cajole.
“So do not cry
Eat healthy. Run more
Its in your head I am sure.
Where is the swelling?
Why you take pills?
There is no telling
How long can we pay bills.
You are not sick. Just being lazy.
Get back your old self. It’s driving me crazy.”

She sat there in disbelief.
The one person meant to understand
Refused her any kind of relief.

Where shall she go?
Whom to talk?
People with invisible illness
Must alone walk.

All they want is to be believed,
And with a pinch of care things to be recieved.
You can’t help them already.
Just be kind and steady.


When strangers see your pain better..

Waking up early has its own perks. You don’t have to fake the smile, hide the limp or fix your posture for other members of the family. Just drag yourself out, crawl to the bathroom, get ready for work and leave before anyone can see you. You are already too much in pain to fake it further. First mission accomplished.

By the time you reach workplace, you somehow managed to pull that smile back to your face. However, people can sense it is a bad day than usual. You force laugh at jokes, take longer to climb stairs and pop painkillers occasionally. Even your makeup can’t hide it. And yes, few concerned faces pop from time to time asking if you are ok or did you catch flue? You polity tell them you are fine. Work hours finally are over. Grabbing your things you head back home to just fall into the bed.

When you reach home you realise a few tasks are waiting for you since you need to help with the household work as well. Silently you just do your bit and limp your way back to your room, not bothering to conceal it anymore. You are too tired to even conceal. And then they ask.. “what’s wrong? Why are you limping? Oh! I didn’t know you weren’t feeling well.”


Who can blame them?

The Battleground

So.. the wolf is under constant thrashing. The wolf is almost leashed. Is the butterfly safe now?


The potions that keeps the wolf in check has another effect. It increases the susceptibility to get more predators attack the Butterfly.

In simpler words, the immunosuppressants works to suppress immunity,  hence keeping a check on the disease activity. But when the immunity is already weaken, the body is more prone to infections. unnamed.jpg

The Butterfly is also battling one such foe. She hopes the fight to get over soon and beat the invador out. But in the meantime she must not forget her archenemy, the Wolf. He is her constant opponent.

I am ….. well.. it doesn’t matter who am I. This is the battle ground and the Butterfly must face more than one foe. Losing is not an option.


Yes, a wolf lives inside me.

Yes, I can not make easy choices like others do.

Yes, I have limited number of spoons. Always.

But does that means I must compromise with who I am and how my future should be?

Hello precious readers. First of all sincere apologies for disappearing for a long time. Secondly,  today I am not going to talk about the wolf. Today’s topic is about life choices. Living in an Indian traditional family means one has to follow the social code. Which also includes getting married ‘on time.’ ‘On time’ usually means 24-28 years for girls, and for men…. well men don’t need a time boundation. Do they?

Living with a wolf already slashes your chances to get married to half. And if the girl is a fiesty one who cares for career (someone like me) it is further slashed to half. For a long long time I resisted the ‘marriage’ topic but now since I already crossed the ‘right age’ my family made me meet few perspective matches.

What do you say when the match experesses his vision of an ‘ideal wife’ and belittles you profession as an insignificant whim to earn pocketmoney?

I refuse to be with someone who fails to recognise me as an equal and would call my work as a tiny little thing. I will never compromise or surrender either to the wolf or to a perspective partner. Never.

I am the Butterfly and the Wolf or social stigma would never be able to make me bow down to them.

When You Must Choose..

“To be,or not to be;that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or,to take arms against a sea of troubles, And,by opposing,end them.To die,to sleep-”


The dilemma.. The dilemma.. It is the dilemma that gets you and puts you down right in my arms. Oh! How I love to see my Butterfly getting sucked in by dilemmas.

I am sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I am  the Wolf, Lupus and I live inside the one I love, my Butterfly.

You know, there are days when my Butterfly falls into traps of dilemmas. Traps like loss of few spoons, getting an idea that I am getting hungry and will soon feast upon her. Usually in these situations she choose the easy way out. To sleep on it for few days, take extra dose of her potion (prednisolone) and push me in a corner. Sure, that hurts me. A lot. But it also hurts her as well. These potions are quite potent.

But something is off these days. Everytime I try to bare my fangs, she take a different path. Instead of flossing them, she would punch them really hard. With controlled diet and moderated exercise she pushes me to the corner without hurting herself intensively. Sure working out hurts but not as much as the potions do.

Yesterday she was talking to a friend. She said, “If you must choose, do not choose an easy way. There is always a trap ahead.”

I am the Wolf,  and this kind of attitude really makes me sad. I want the Butterfly to surrender, but she fails me each time. Tragic.


Shaymâ thanks a bunch for nominating . What a pleasant surprise. honestly i have no idea if i am doing it right. This tag that created by Ayunda at  TEA & PAPERBACKS.

But thank you.

The Rules:

Thank the person who nominated you.
Share the award on your blog.
Share 7 random facts about you.
Tag 4 bloggers with less than 1000 followers.
Let them know that they have been nominated.
Ohhhhh, The facts, Ta-da! (Let’s keep it short):

I laugh a lot.
A hopeless optimist
A big time foodie.
Very punctual person. I dislike the habit of late coming.
A voracious reader.
I am a day dreamer.
A coffee lover.

The Nominees are:

The Hazel Eyed Wolf
Purple Butterfly



Thanks for the nomination.


This or That BOOK TAG.

Nyse at Heyitsnyse, a beautifully talented and sweet soul nominated me for this tag that was created by Ayunda atTea & Paperbacks.It’s fun, it’s witty, the questions though simple are tactically difficult to answer but answer them we must. Visit their pages, you won’t be disappointed.

The Rules:

  • Mention the creator of the tag
  • Thank the blogger who tagged you!
  • Choose one of the options, you don’t have to tell the reasons why you chose that but you can if you want to.
  • Tag 10 other people to do this tag to spread the love!


1. Reading on the couch or in the bed?

I read at any time as long as I’m not busy with classes or some weird take-homes. At Night, I read on the bed.On mornings and noons when I’m home, on a couch or on a…

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War Strategy: Words of Advice to Fight Against Lupus

dc6d8fea8a1bbc2923647bb45c0d6014My oh my! This is difficult. The wolf sure is a headstrong entity, with a will of iron it denies to admit defeat. But I am quite stubborn myself. With the persistent endeavour to push the wolf into a cage and keep him there I device many plans. The fight has been started for years, but the strategies and plans were made and worked upon a year. A year of hard work, and the wold had his fangs rusted already.

  • The first strategy to wager the war against the wolf includes having patience. Lots of it. Nothing can be achieved if you expect results in a snap and loose heart after a few days.
  • Second thing to keep in mind is to find a perfect man of medicine or what i call him as a wizard. whatever potions (medicines) he suggest, believe in him and follow the instructions. He knows what he is doing.
  • Put the worm of curiosity in check. Don’t try to google conditions you don’t have. It often confuse and demotivates you, which gives upper hand to the Wolf.
  • Create a strict schedule. Remember you are at war against a foe who can’t be driven away. To keep him in check you need discipline.
  • Early to bed and early to rise. Even when you are not sleepy. Do not linger in bed when you are awake. I repeat, DO NOT. The hardest part of the day is to drag your body out of the bed, and if you give in the first obstacle your day may as well slug behind.
  • Eat healthy. Never skip meals, no shortcuts for food either. Junk meals are not food. Eat things that are nutritious not just tasty.
  • Keep a check on food you are allergic with. Certain food items boost the wolf. Try to avoid such stuff. For me animal protein is one such thing… Sigh… I am a vegetarian now (wolf eats meat so I am starving him).
  •  Exercise is one of the most important weapon against the wolf. the more you train your body, the weaker the wolf gets.
  • Keep yourself busy. An empty head is the workshop of depression and depression is the power-booster for the Wolf. Even when you are too sick to do anything, read in your bed, or watch a happy movie. Just don’t get depressed.
  • Keep stress at bay. This is a tough thing to do, but stress is another crucial ally to the wolf. Keep stress in check. Moreover sweating over things won’t get the work done either.
  • Learn to say no. Understand your limits and do not accept extra tasks that may turn into burden and lead to stress.
  • Be happy. This really freaks the wolf out.


These strategies I have been following for a year now and it has done good to me. I can feel the wolf covering in. I am the Butterfly and I will NEVER give up on the war against the Wolf Lupus.


A Caged Wolf


How long has it been sine I last spoke? 2 weeks? no i think 3 weeks. Or probably 4. Meh! I cant remember. But one thing is for sure, the butterfly is keeping busy. so busy that she won’t even pay attention to me. I feel like a child crying for attention.

While she is keeping busy, she also makes sure to keep pushing me back. caging me every time she gets an opportunity. But don’t think that I am going to take it easily. Oh no sir, I won’t! Every time she pushes me back, I bite her. I bite and bite and bite her. But for some reason, my teeth appear not to dig in as hard as they ought to be. I wonder why?

Probably it is because of all the work-out regime, change in lifestyle and never giving up attitude. Who cares. I am just feeling down and trust me, it is not a pleasant feeling. I am the Wolf, Lupus and no matter how hard my butterfly hits me, I will not leave her side. Not even when my teeth crumble to dust and my nails break like matchstick.

A Recipe of Happiness

Hello readers. Welcome to yet another post of the butterfly. Today the butterfly is going to talk about her new recipe.


Smile-  2 ounce

Anger- 0.03 gram

Yelling- as per the need

Energy- 10 pound

New games and ideas- everyday

Class of screaming kids

How to-

Walk into a classroom full of screaming kids with one ounce of smile on the face.

Caution: if this is your time with this recipe, you may feel little discomfort while preparation. Do not worry about tiny reactions like pouts by the kids or initial screams.

You may try yelling to draw in the attention of the active ingredients (kids) . Once the ingredients simmer down a bit, throw in the catalyst of games and ideas. This may ignite the reaction and the ingredients may become super active. You may add up little yelling with a pinch of anger to calm it up.

Set the rules of the game and start with the participations. Remember just like each apple is important in a pie, each child is required in this recipe. Get them all pour in their flavour. Use your energy to channel these flavours wisely. One wrong move may turn the entire experience bitter. Soon the classroom will overflow with the sweet sensation of fun and joy. Use the remaining one ounce of smile before leaving the classroom. Repeat this recipe in every class.

Viola! The recipe of a perfect day at school with lots of happiness is ready.


It may be draining, tiring and painful recipe, but at the end of the day it brings contentment and smile. I am the Butterfly and I chose the hard way. Bring it on Wolf, I won’t lose to you!

A cracked mask


“Calm yourself.. Don’t react! Calm yourself.. Just don’t react.”

I can hear her. I can hear my butterfly. I can see the cracks running deep in her mask.

“Enough of your expectations. I can be on time. Why can’t you? I stay through the day but you decide to leave early and seek my favour to cover you ass? I am in charge but I am also liable to reply to someone!”

Oh crap! There she goes again. She snapped one more time. Patch it up. Patch your mask. Hurry!

“Umm.. I am sorry at snapping at you. But please understand I can’t help always.”

That’s it.. Keep it up. Glue the mask back. Hold it together. People can not see your pain. They can’t understand it is a constant battle just to get through the day. When you don’t complain even your family forgets that you are all tapes and glue from the inside. But since you don’t let them see how you are falling apart, how do you expect them to understand? So, just keep it together and keep patching up the mask.

I know I have been a bad wolf, constantly hungry and chewing up on you. But you are my lifeline. I can’t exist without you. I need you to stay with me. Though even a dinner takes a toll on you these days yet, I want you to keep the mask intact. Never take it off. I may understand you, not the rest of the world.

I am the Wolf Lupus and I need my Butterfly to keep the happy mask on. I may make the task tough for her, but that is my right. I am a huge part of her life afteral.