Streaked'

From snaps of keto salad to cute pet puppies to "I woke up like this" to "No Sleep" to "Up all night" the streaks cover them all.

Every morning when I wake up to snaps of location, time, day; snaps of sun rays entering the room; privacy smirks from the corner of my room only pondering about how we have transformed our lives by cocooning ourselves for our families and being open books for our friends. Then are days when you're trying to stick to a healthy diet and you open at least 50 #foodporn snaps. And then another 50 #workoutdonefortheday; basically a wave of motivation gushing into workout which brings in its wake - guilt pleasures followed by curbing the never-ending desires to eat blueberry cheesecakes and pancakes with maple syrup and choco-chip icecreams and cupcakes topped with vanilla frosting because if your best friend sends you snaps of eating all those high carb delicacies there is no reason why you should be trying a #21daynopastrychallenge.

Then comes the climax, the anxiety that creeps in when the streaks are about to break. There have been times when I used to put reminders to remind me to maintain my streaks. This doesn't end here because then there is a time-consuming session of opening snaps of my peers chilling out on weekends while I attended classes or sulked in my room watching Tripling.

Alas! The tale of sorrow doesn't end here.

Mirror selfies flaunting new dresses, new haircut, new hair colour, hourglass figure all of it would make anyone feel envious. Guilty pleasures, anxiety, envy are just some of the unformidable consequences I faced while trying to maintain streaks.

So I will Forget streaks for good, and say hello to memories.

We'll capture the snaps; all of them with our soul and heart.

This time we'll replace our smartphones with our souls and our DSLRs with our heart. And we'll save them all in our brain's gallery.