How come i thought of You being inspired when You were that busy imitating ?

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Mystery Blogger Award


This is my first time being nominated for a Blogger Award. Well, its a Mystery blogger award. I see this as a great privilege. I was nominated for this award by poetrylover . I feel truly glad and humble to receive this nomination.
This award was created by enigma. You can check her page here :
Rules :
1.Put the award logo/image on your blog
2.List the rules
3.Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their  blog
4.Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
5.Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
6.You have to nominate 10-20 people
7.Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
8.Ask your nominees any five questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)
9.Share a link to your best post(s)

Three things about myself:
1. This is Upama Thapa.
2. I prefer pencil to pen when it comes to writing.
3. I usually do my hair first and then get to change my dress.

Answering poetry lover’s questions:
1. What’s your favourite childhood memory?
My brother and I were once watching television in the living room. There was this telephone right at the corner. All of a sudden we had a mind blowing idea. We took the phone diary that was kept aside and started to dial the numbers. And ultimately we happened to call at our uncle’s home. Well we had nothing to say so we stayed quiet. I was holding that phone and I got a good scolding from uncle that day.
2. What inspired you to write?
Nature did. Additionally, when I was in grade 5, I had just started writing. My teacher appreciated it wholeheartedly and that inspired me to write.
3. Who was your first love?
. . . 😀
4. Where do you want to travel?
To the moon and back because my dearest one said they loved me to the moon and back 😋😋
5. What are you afraid of?
I am afraid of procrastinating my tasks.

My best post :
yes, I loved this piece of my writing.

My nominations for this award are as follows:

ssunshine 14


Roy Evans



Rekha Sahay

Ananya Sharma


Cradle of Joy

Eliza Rudolf

I found the questions by poetry lover interesting enough .so i am re using it. Questions are :

What was your favourite childhood memory?

Who was your first love?

What inspired you to write or take photographs?

What are you afraid of?

Where do you want to travel?

Thank you poetrylover for nominating me . I enjoyed completing this award. Hope you guys will enjoy completing this award !!!

Happy Blogging !!!




Well, who needs to know that…

I too am a young teenaged girl. I obviously do have a fear of missing out. So I tell you,” I am a humble narcissist.” I too think that every waking moment and every action I make is important enough to tell the world. Yes, I too want to make people stop for a while and give me a pinch of their love, care and affection. Because sometimes, I too feel that people are not aware of my real worth and don’t pay attention. Well, I am not arrogant but I just feel I am unnoticed or unrecognised. I undoubtedly do care about what people think about me. I too don’t like when people underestimate me. I do show off to achieve mastery at times. I show for positive feedbacks because like you all young girls I too urge for an authority and authentic social life.
But, well who needs to know that for l know that this feeling is just like an itching wound that’s about to get healed. It is just like a burning candle about to get extinguished. For I know that this was all the part of growing up.Deep inside I do know that the time will come when I will detach myself from this incessant chatter of mind and let my character speak out for itself.

A Journal of a mad girl

Today, the morning seems so beautiful. Actually it is beautiful, it does not just seem. I look out through a window pane . A cool wind blowing out hits my face and finds its way to my lungs. Then I look at the sun. Sun is high. I stare high at the sun and soon started a sunburn on my eyeballs . That’s what happens when you try to hold a staring contest with your closest star. I thought a thought of thinking of catching all my flying thoughts and bringing it back to my desk. That is when I start having an absent mind. Literally a void one.
‘I’ starts thinking of ‘me’ now. So many characters come as a flashback to my cerebellum. Following to their faces comes their words they had uttered to me that day. Well, now I memorize that day, the day not that far but yesterday. Yesterday, after ‘me’ being seen by ‘them’ ,they said, ” today she seems so mad.” But I said, ” Actually I am mad, ‘I’ does not just seem.”

Brownie ‘My four legged angel’

That day still retains in my memory. It was the Friday evening of April,2009. I had just arrived home from school. As it was Friday, there was kind of relief in my heart for the following day that is Saturday was used to bringing a short and sweet sort of recess in my tiny world.
“would you like to bring a pet to our home?” , the question my brother had asked me back then. Well, I was a kid and at times i used to feel lonely at home. As soon as my ears catched the word ‘pet’,there were butterflies flying in my stomach. And then, that evening I along with my family welcomed a new member to our home. I would rather use ‘he’ instead of ‘it’ cause we have such a divine bond with brownie that is no less than a personal attachment. Our bond with him is the blessed one, I guess. He is truly a god of frolic. He is the best therapist i would ever have. There is always a hope in his eyes. The best thing I find in him is he always reciprocates the love that we provide him.
Loving unconditionally is what i have learnt from him.


Not disappeared ; just dissolved

My embarrassment to that same dull dejected piece of glass staring into which once i got introduced to her. Determined to her aspirations, sincere to her words, loyal to her feelings and hopeful on her dream, it was ‘she’ attributed by her elevated motivation which had catered her wishlist, inflamed her mind and ignited her bones towards it. A sudden percussive sound came out. The idle me had thrown my legs on that glass. With a tear strained eyes, my mouth uttering the name of almighty, i back off myself. Intending to propel ahead with my head held high, while i positioned still at that very place,I subsequently realised that my nerves are paralysed by the lava of bizarre fear. I am then preceded by a typical shudder. A blink of eye and i got sensed of my wet eye lashes. Tears rolling down all the way from my cheek to the end of my chin was more than enough to distract me from having an absent mind and help me cease gazing at the blank wall. It’s time to get back to being happy now, I think. Holding a pen with a sheet of paper and writing that old sentence going on like, ” Sorry god, I became sad.” has hit almost a century following this time. Instantly I am remained with the thought that not only century times have I written this sentence but century times I have called her back to me and the century times she is lost within me. But then as this thought wiped out from my mind, unlike to those days, this day I started trembling. Not that repulsive but it was something deeper that tranquilized my fickle soul.

A letter on her birthday


Dear Anusha,

“Some people come into our lives and barely leave a trace, others leave a string of footprints etched upon our hearts, letting us know they are with us every step we take.”

True indeed, you left a string of beautiful footprints etched upon my heart. I am thankful to god as you are that person for me. I still remember how we used to cheer up our mood with those non sense yet worthy talks. Those every moments we spent in school, our non stop talks, our giggles at bus, holding hands, being angry at times, sharing horror stories, playing finger games and so on are what i have been cherishing all these days.There is nothing I value more than our friendship. Thank you for sticking by my side, even if we don’t see each other as much as we did before, and for never forgetting about me. I appreciate that more than you could ever know.Thank you for making the six short years we have been friends feel like forever and for giving me enough memories to last a lifetime. Thank you for making me hurt when I miss you, but for taking the hurt away when I see you. Thank you for the absolute privilege of being able to call you my best friend; thank you for being my person. Thank you for giving me these reasons, and a million more, to be thankful for.

And today as it is your birthday, I wish you the happiest and a wonderful year ahead. You are always in my thoughts and in my blessings.

I promise we will still be the best of friends.


I will love you always.

Your best friend,