Priyanka Yaduka

In life's fleeting chapters, we navigate, Each situation a canvas, a twist of fate. Living and loving yourself, the compass true, A mirror reflecting the universe in you. Acceptance, the key to unlock the door, Where self-love blooms, forevermore. No need to change, no chameleon's guise, Shift your vision, see through kinder eyes. Perfection, a myth, yet within we find, The brushstrokes of grace, the colors aligned. People remember not mere skin's array, But the nature that lingers, night and day. Beauty, a fleeting petal on time's breeze, Yet your essence, a forest of ancient trees. As seasons pass, and wrinkles trace your face, Loving yourself, the masterpiece's grace.                               -Priyanka Kumari Yaduka.

In this fleeting dance of existence, Brush strokes of choice paint our resilience. A singular life, a canvas unrolled, Where passions ignite and stories unfold. Do what you feel like, whispers the breeze, For within your heart, the compass keys. Don't yield to others' reins, their silent sway, Lest regret blooms like shadows at daybreak. Live your life to the fullest, the anthem sings, Chase sunsets, taste laughter, clip your wings. Yet, in the carnival of desires, pause and see, Your aim, a North Star, guiding thee. Set your vision high, like mountain peaks, Where dreams and reality converge in streaks. For life's symphony, a blend of wild and wise, Weave your tapestry, under both moonrise and sunrise.                                                   - Priyanka Kumari Yaduka.

After a long time, I am stepping out of my house, Seeing the nature and beauty of this world, Living my life with no regrets. Yeah, currently some bad phases are going on in my life, Who knows when and where,  It may turn into some good times, Maybe God has some better plans for me.                                         - Priyanka Yaduka.

Greetings, dear reader! Allow me to unfurl the parchment of my existence, revealing hues and whispers that dance within the tapestry of my days. Priyanka Yaduka , a name etched in stardust, twenty summers,  woven into my bones. My compass points to India , where the Ganges sings lullabies to ancient cities. Here, I tread the corridors of knowledge, pursuing BCom Honours  at Bhawanipur Education Society College  in Kolkata . Innovation , my muse, whispers secrets in my ear. I hunger for newness , like a traveller seeking constellations in uncharted skies. Reading , my ship across boundless seas, carries me to realms where ink blooms into galaxies. Painting , my silent symphony, spills colours onto blank canvases, echoing the hues of my soul. Writing , ah! The alchemy of letters. I dipped my quill into midnight ink, and my thoughts pirouetted across the parchment. A blog—a vessel for my musings, a garden where words sprout like wildflowers. I may not wear the laurels of a seas