“Remember, it’s still a mystery to be an adult. If you knew it all before eighteen, you’d have nothing to look forward to.”― Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift I imagine 18 to be my first step to independence and my first whiff of free will and freedom and everything beautiful. […]

The Christmas Spirit

Christmas is conventionally a season of joy, togetherness and giving in general. It’s the feast celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ, a saviour who gave himself up to redeem humanity of its sins. In a way, Christmas is a nod at the phase of forgiveness that follows – a virtue we should practice more often.

It makes sense that Christmas is synonymous with love, joy and togetherness and all things so beautifully human. As Toni Sorenson puts it,

The true Christmas spirit is putting others’ happiness before our own, and finding you’ve never known such happiness.

So please give yourselves and those around you your time and be thoughtful at life that unfolds so unpredictably but perfectly so. Forgive everyone and everything that weighs you down, forgive yourselves too – it’s been a hard year for a lot of us and moments of anger and hopelessness have plagued far too many.

It isn’t just beauty that makes us look forward to something, it’s purpose and a need to understand more of who we are, what life can turn out to be. There is this incredibly magical feeling that accompanies peace – the kind that’s emanated by letting go and being able to breathe freely, living in the moment and feeling safe.

On this Christmas day, let go of all that’s been, even if it’s just for a moment and appreciate everyone and everything around you and please have a wonderful time, partaking in the true Christmas Spirit – finding joy in love and forgiveness.

I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a day filled with lots of laughter and peace.

II x D

(ahh I know, that wasn’t very nice. It’s just that I used binary to represent 500 that I decided to go for Roman Numerals for 1000 i.e II x D = 2 x 500) Random Specific Thoughts was started by an impulsive and reckless 15-year old and left dormant for a year before quarantine led […]


“I’m done.” Her house keys landed on the entryway dresser for the final time. She noted how the jingle made its usual ‘welcome home’ sound…

Yet she was running in the other direction.

“I’m finished.” He pulled up in his tattered red station wagon, the homiest sight that could have welcomed her. The screen door clicked, an outcry sounded from the kitchen, her jean jacket hugged her protectively.

The single suitcase she toted was fastened to the car roof in the same amount of time it had taken her to decide she was through.

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“You’re finished?” Her best friend raised his eyebrows, so nonchalantly, like she was merely deciding which soda she wanted to order.

The seatbelts clicked, the gear shift went into drive, the road was wide open before her.

“Never again.” She flicked on her sunglasses, avoiding the rear view like a seasoned pro. Her smile reflected mirth seasoned with regret in the glare of the noonday sun. “I… am…”

His fingers stretched forward, mirroring the sun’s rays over the auburn steering wheel as he said: “Free.”

Being set free from the chains that bind us come from a beautiful combination of important factors:

  • One or more persons caring for us.
  • The desire to be set free.
  • The legal and situational means to do so.
  • The ingenuity and bravery to leave optional pain behind.
  • Opportunity and timing.
  • Hope for the future.
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What does being free mean? I see it as freedom from our circumstances, the ability to navigate our emotions, and the strength to live our lives in such a way that our surroundings do not define us.  

There are greater things for us on the other side of our fear, hesitation, and greatest doubts. There’s a beautiful life we can lead that does not include anxiety, worry, and not trusting ourselves. It begins with the ability to recognize the actions we can take today, guiding us toward freedom with every small step.

WHATEVER IS HOLDING YOU BACK IN LIFE IS WORTHY OF YOUR ATTENTION. You can seek freedom from any number of things. Pursue it with everything you are! Do right by yourself, care for those who love you, and live every day seeking the peace and freedom you can live and reside in. I love you! Don’t ever give up 💕

It’s about time I introduced myself! Hi there 👋 I’m Maggie! I’m a blogger who’s passionate about writing, all things creative, and making a positive impact on the world! I have absolutely loved getting to share my writing on D’s blog today. Thank you so much for reading it!

After I saw her post inviting others to participate in her Thoughts Gallery, with the intention of showcasing write-ups that leave an impact, this story hit me!! I immediately got out my phone, typed the whole thing out, then got to writing the guest post in full.

There was so much more I wanted to say in Free than I did. I intentionally left out many of the little details that would have fit the story, but I realized what a beautiful opportunity Free gives me to talk about freedom!

I want you, the reader, to hang on every word of Free and find yourself in it. What’s her story? What’s YOUR story? What is she seeking freedom from? Where is she going? All of these poised questions and more are the beginning of what I hope to be a journey of exploration for you. Fill in all of the details and understand Free in your own way!

I can’t wait to chat with you guys in the comments, and while you’re at it, check out the rest of D’s incredible blog! Random Specific Thoughts is seriously one of the coolest poetry blogs around 😍❤️

Thank you, thank you again for reading!


Dear Mr. Pink Monk,

hello hello hello!

Hello everyone! Mr. Pink Monk here, from a room drenched in the day’s first rays, to share with you all a wonderfully pleasant surprise I had today – a letter! An actual handwritten letter from none other than my new friend – Waffle Pecan! He’s also a part of Build A Bears Furever, the best stuffie blog there is! I can’t wait to read what he’s got to say!

Dear Mr. Pink Monk,

Hello! I hope you are doing well. I believe we arrived at our respective owner’s houses around the same time, so I thought it might be fun to be pen pals! 

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Waffle Pecan. I live with my parents, and my younger brother Theo. I love him dearly, but he can be a bother. I love baking, talking to friends, and teaching others. Tell me a bit about yourself!

I’m going to tell you some about my day. Firstly, I had some errands to run, so I drove to the store. Er, well, my mom drove to the store. I’m only 10! It was fun to pretend to drive though.

We went to the bookstore first. I found this fun Disney themed book that I’m excited about, though I haven’t started to read it yet. Reading is a fun hobby, don’t you think?

Here’s my favorite part – grocery shopping! I love perusing the aisles of fresh produce and meats. Like I mentioned earlier, I like cooking. Along with that I have a love of food. Yummy! Okay, now I’m hungry! Tonight I’m going to cook a ham casserole. Delish. Do you like to cook? I bet you like banana bread.

My least favorite part of shopping, wearing masks. They aren’t very fun to wear. But oh well, I suppose this is our reality for a while.

Whew, after shopping Mom treated me to a drink from Sonic!

Look at how big the drink is compared to me! It was huge. I loved every sip though.

Now that I’ve told you a little about me, I’m so excited to learn about you! So tell me Mr. Pink Monk, what makes you you?

Your friend,
Waffle Pecan

Click here to read my response to Waffle’s lovely letter!

D here; this was a collaboration with Diamond @ Build A Bears Furever who recently celebrated her fourth blogiversary! I was so glad when my stuffie friend (Pink Monk) received a letter from her stuffie, Waffle!
She’s an amazing friend and artist who has a wonderful, homely blog where she chronicles the lives of her bears along with writing fascinating features like photostories and superhero stories!

Source: Build A Bears Furever
Hehe, I drew her a unicorn!

And just popping in real quick to let you all know that Maggie (@maggie’s doodles) celebrated her birthday yesterday! She’s one of my closest friends here and a few of us got together to plan a doodle-y surprise for her where we each drew her a doodle of our own, which Evin very kindly compiled into a post here! Make sure you head over here to wish her a very happy birthday!

Thoughtfully yours,
Introverted Thoughts aka D and Mr. Pink Monk

A Thank You Letter to My Body

A Thank You Letter to my Body Random Specific Thoughts

Just a few days ago, I came over a heartfelt letter Shelly @ Growing with Spawn wrote to her body, after being inspired by the one Ang @ Lose Weight With Ang penned. It seemed like a lovely idea and I do believe it’s random acts of thoughtfulness like these that leave a generous impact on our mental health and on certain readers as well. I wasn’t sure of what to write but I decided to do it anyway! A huge thank you to Ang for this tag!
Before I begin, please make sure you check out the two letters below; they’re absolutely worth a read and resonate deeply on certain levels.

Writing Challenge : A Thank You letter To My Body // Lose Weight with Ang
A Thank You Letter To My Body // Growing with Spawn

Please feel free to join in on this and please don’t forget to tag Ang if you do!

“and I said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.”
― Nayyirah Waheed

Dear Body,

In all our years of knowing each other, I never once thought to thank you for being there, for being me, for being strong and just for being who you are. A week or so ago, when one of my cousins were visiting, I sat with her infant son for a while; just watching him sleep and smile in his peaceful slumber, every now and then. He was tiny, just about the length of my forearm. I’ve never had younger siblings or been around babies much, but the fragile charm he exuded was profoundly strong.

I can’t believe we met when, you were that tiny or that I was born as you. The fact that you’re the one who holds my mind close when it threatens to break away, tether my thoughts and dreams to reality or that my hands that are attached to you are the ones who do everything that I love are truths that are now beginning to dawn on me as I remain speechless not knowing why or how I didn’t see it before.

We’ve had a rocky relationship because of all my allergies and our mutual disinclination towards food and while I don’t regret our food choices much, I wish I could treat you to a healthier lifestyle. I’m sorry for all the times I picked on you, for not carrying yourself gracefully, for the times I wanted you to be, who we both weren’t and especially for all the times, I tried to pretend you and me just didn’t exist in the other’s illusion of the world.

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I’m sorry I consistently subject you to my erratic sleep patterns and then drag you out of bed just because sleep doesn’t come easy; for I never let it feel welcome either. I wish I could take you out on more walks and give you the brief respite outdoors, you scream for on some days. I hate that I prioritise my relentless procrastination when you are in need of help and attention. I so appreciate all the hours you let me stay up, no matter how ungodly the hour may be; and I love and appreciate how you always succeed in dragging me out of bed in the morning, in time for school irrespective of whether or not, I let you succumb to sleep at night.

Dear body, you have been kind and occasionally rather hard on me, but I now realise all the strain and pressure I forced you to go through was even harder and I apologise for my inconsiderate behaviour. You’ve been there for me when no one else has, you’ve stood up for me and given me a voice and I’m so grateful for all of it. I thank you for accepting all the awkward falls and stumbles without any acknowledgement of the pain that followed and for getting right back up, like nothing had ever happened.

I hope we can learn to get along better with each other. I’ve grown so much from that fragile child I see in photos and know, as long as I breathe, it’ll be you who carries me through.

Much love,
The child you shelter

“I am getting used to my voice not sounding like an apology, my hair looking like a thunder storm, my face resembling a calamity, my smile looking like jagged tombstones, my soul feeling like an abstract art.”
― Ayushee Ghoshal, 4 AM Conversations

Thoughtfully yours,
Introverted Thoughts aka D

Let it flow, let it bloom // Introducing Thoughts Gallery!

“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata

Let it flow, Let it bloom

In glory of nocturnal hopes,
We set down in hearts of stone;
Memories of promised dreams,
And arm ourselves
With our voices
To cure decades of injustice

As we let go
Of whispers from the past,
We make room for words left unsaid,
As new wills and
Dreams are birthed.

Bear witness, we do
To the petals that drip
Blood, sweat and tears;
As we build a new world
To let souls of beauty, flow and bloom

“The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth.”
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

Source: Wikipedia

Observed in April of every year, “Sexual Assault Awareness Month (SAAM) is an annual campaign to raise public awareness about sexual assault and educate communities and individuals on how to prevent sexual violence.” {Wikipedia}

Jasmine @ Rose Tinted Spectacles shared a heartfelt write regarding the same, something I believe would resonate with almost everyone at some level or the other. Sadly, as she says, this is not a rare event or limited to just women. Sexual Assault is yet another growing evil, that needs to be eliminated at the roots possibly through awareness, education and precautionary steps along with stronger implementation of laws and rules. Speak out against it whenever required; maintaining an apathetic attitude towards issues like this just fuels their growth and prevalence.

Moving onto a lighter note, after a good bout of overthinking, I’m so excited to introduce you to Thoughts Gallery! This is basically a takeover/guest posting week which will happen in the third week of every month (Thursdays and Sundays unless mentioned otherwise) where I’ll share, reblog or exhibit one of your posts!

How this works is you can send any one of your posts, previously published or not, and I’ll post it here. Takeover implies whoever posts on that day gets to take over Random Specific Thoughts for that day, I won’t say or write anything in the post (including responding to any comments it may receive!). The blog is all yours for the day!

I think this is a great way to expand the diversity of posts on here, get to know more writers (and personally, it’s also a weekly hiatus for me!)

A few things to be noted are, reviews (of books, products or anything else) are not encouraged and posts you send in should have a good takeaway or provide a good reading experience. Make sure you also include a short bio somewhere in the post!

If you’re interested, please fill in the form below or click here! I look forward to seeing you here!

Thoughtfully yours,
Introverted Thoughts aka D

(Featured image by Annie Spratt on Unsplash)