“Fine”, she sighed forgiving him again!
After a gap of a week, now back participating in this amazing prompt by Shweta who I dearly adore 🙂 This week’s word is Drug. I have tried to do a toxic version of same, let me know how you find it?
90/100
He wanted to own that toy car right from the moment he had set his eyes on it but he knew they couldn’t afford it. At night as he sat by the window counting the number of vehicles that passed on the road below he saw the shooting star and wished for that car…
She had seen her child’s eager and wistful eyes as he saw the car. The inability to fulfill her child’s unsaid wish sliced her heart. So as she sat in balcony crying the silent tears she saw the shooting star and wished her child gets all the happiness in the world…
He knew they were right. Each word they uttered showed their care and concern, he should have had a secured job by now. And yet he had been a jerk and yelled at his parents for pressuring him. While he mulled over these events sipping his drink outside the bar, he saw the shooting star and wished that he cracks the interview tomorrow…
It had been an easy banter, the kind they always had. They always made fun of each other but this time the reactions weren’t that civil. There are misunderstandings. She saw the shooting star as she strolled the park and wished that they would always be the best friends they are…
He knew his time was ending. This disease was eating him up slowly, each day getting even more painful than the last one. Yet when he saw the shooting star from the window beside his bed he wished for some more time just so he could still wake up to see his wife’s smile to have him alive..
Not a day had passed when she wouldn’t have thought about her daughter, about what she could be doing, how she looked. She had no choice but to send her off to orphanage lest her in laws would have killed the girl child. As she waited for her husband to return she saw the shooting star and wished for her daughter’s happiness…
He had practiced it well, he knew he could crack it. He wanted that proud smile on his parent’s face as he got the prize. He sat revising the answers again and that’s when he saw the shooting star wishing he’d win the quiz competition tomorrow…
I know a pretty random post, don’t know how and why i wrote this. But it propped up in my mind as i read about the shooting star. Of all the explanations i read about the shooting star, this one seemed very interesting and sweet to me:
Legend has it that wishing upon a shooting star makes the wish come true. It is believed to have originated in Europe, when Greek astronomer Ptolemy, around AD 127-151, wrote that the Gods occassionally, out of curiosity, even boredom, peer down at the earth from between the spheres, and stars sometimes slip out of this gap, becoming visible as shooting or falling stars. Since the Gods are already looking at us at such a time, they tend to be more receptive to any wishes we make! One more interesting thing i came across is that in Chile when you spot a shooting star, you must pick up a stone in the same moment, while making a wish. If you’re in the Phillipines, you must tie a knot in your handkerchief instead!
At the end it all comes down to your beliefs! No harm in trying i say!
Oh and also, always keep a wish handy, you never know when you might just witness the shooting star!
88/100
I have been MIA here for a couple of days and that’s because it’s my favorite person’s birthday today so obviously lots of things were happening, all at once. I just asked him before starting to write this post as to how his birthday was and he says he had fun! Yep, a man of few words!
The most tiring thing was making a comic strip on our love story from scratch! When I say I have had sleepless nights, it means I either slept a couple of hours or did not at all for straight 48 hours. It is VERY HARD and for someone who has made nothing EVER, it was even harder. I tried finding existing templates to make my job easy but they were really not useful because my purpose was to recreate the actual scenes via the comic and existing templates were not even close. Whild I had the idea for so long, I kept procrastinating thinking I just have to add the avatars to template! But my, oh my, this has made me respect those who make actual comics so much!!!
While I was still skeptical of my work and as always, over analytical, friends who saw this asked me who I got it made from!! To have people think this was done by a professional is so overwhelming that I couldn’t believe it my self. He himself knew I was working on something on my own and has been insisting I start this as a business now! I don’t think that is a good idea because of how much work I had to put into it and for days!!!
Anyway, all worth it when it makes the other person happy as that was the only aim. Do wish him in the comments so he feels even more special than he already does! 🙂
87/100
She was walking. All alone (or so she felt). She just kept moving ahead. It was dark. Darkness so deep, just like moving with closed eyes. That didn’t bother her. She kept on moving, surrounding herself more and more with the blanket of darkness. She couldn’t see anything. Couldn’t hear anyone. She couldn’t sense anything. She just felt one thing. Pain. Immense pain. Pain so cruel, her heart could explode. Her mind was crowded. Crowded with thoughts. Conflicting thoughts. Too many thoughts, all fighting with each other. Each thought fighting to make sense. None making sense to her. She still could not believe what had happened. She had just lived her nightmare. All that she thought she would never let happen to her was exactly what had happened. She had lost control over her life. What went wrong?? She thought. That is all she had been trying to figure. She was tired. Tired of thinking. She had been crying herself to sleep ever since. Every night she cried till the tears dried out. Now She wanted to cry out loud. She wanted to share what she was going through. She knew what will happen. She would be asked to move on. That is what she has been trying to do. Move on. But all she sees is darkness. Sympathy, that is what she would be offered. She did not want that. She hates it. She is not weak. She is a fighter. She will fight this, she thought. But one step ahead reminded her something and she was two steps behind. Broke, that is how she felt. What next, she thought. Lost in her pain she could hear voices now. She heard her name being called. She knew the voice. She answered and left with the voice. Moving ahead all she could see was darkness. Once she was scared of darkness, now darkness is all she has. She laughed at her thought. A cold laugh. She kept moving. All alone (or so she felt).
I wrote this when I was going through something very dark in my life!
86/100
You know one of those phases in life, you want to organize things. Sort them separately and put them in categories. I am in that phase and my muse is my blog. I want to customize some things, like a separate tab for categories. Also, I will be starting my travel series soon so I want to know somethings about that. I am so new here and everyone has such lovely blogs so it’s time to do a bit of revamping and I need help!
1) Should I do a separate page for travel series? If so, if i post on that page will that be on reader and feeds? Or will I need to post here and manually move it?
2) I want to have a page for just pictures I click, does that work? Or should pictures be posted as posts? Like can I instead keep adding them on that page I create? Honestly, my pictures are not that good so I am dicy if they should be posted separately haha.
3) I want to document a page adding the books I read or movies I see, I already have one but it’s so sad that I hardly feel like updating. Is there an option to post those separately on WP that I don’t know of?
I think that’s all the questions for now. I am sorry if this is not something I should be asking but really there is no way to figure it out that easily as google is not really that detailed. I have seen people help me so much here so I thought best to check the same with pros! 🙂 After all, the moto is to grow together!
85/100
So the title is something Jonathan says on Queer eye and it means “Struggling to function” and that’s exactly how I feel right now! I have taken too much on my plate and now it’s over flowing! But we shall power through! Wish me luck for whatever I am doing, it is needed!! I have again hit a standstill, I have so much going on that I have no thoughts to spare and hence really not much to write about. I am not sure if I am sad about it or not because life happens and cannot avoid it really. The only other thing that I am actively doing is writing. Usually, when I am busy on something specific, I ignore other things or put them off. Off social media, non responsive on calls or text….you get the drift right? But I am still writing today. I AM REALLY HAPPY ABOUT THAT. What makes me come back? It’s a feeling. Words might not do justice, but I will try 🙂
Are you passionate about anything in your life? A strong feeling about something. That treacherous yet soothing feeling to do the thing that you feel you are made for. That burning desire to chuck everything and everyone else aside. A desire that makes you feel incomplete and complete at the same time. A desire as strong and forceful as it might be, once fulfilled calms you in the stickiest of states. A passion that tells you that all is not lost when you are in your worst situations. A passion that is your companion, your better half, something that would never betray you. A passion that is a balm to your wounds, that cheers you up, that fills you with happiness to the brim. A strong desire for something that consumes you completely. Consumes you so much, it becomes a part of you. A part that aches if not fed properly. A part that craves for attention and you love attending to it. Something as addictive as a drug; a drug with no bodily harm. A part that you cherish, love and revel in!!
This is how I feel about my writing and reading both.
83/100
It’s my partner’s birthday on Sunday and that is all my head and day is occupied with lately! I want to do something special for him but I am really short of ideas!!! He will be reading this (he is my first reader and proofreader too) so please pay extra attention to the point that it has been hard planning anything!!! However, why wait till Sunday to make you feel special? I am in a happy mood today so have decided to share how me and him actually met. It will be a story for you all and trip down memory lane for him! 🙂
So, 2018, picture a girl dancing with her office friend on an empty road as their car had taken a stop before the final picnic spot. This said friend was recording the said funny dance and posted it on her social media where it caught the eye of a boy as girl’s office colleague is boy’s college friend. Who could have imagined this? He texts asking about the girl in the video to his friend and says he would like to speak to her (Talk about going straight for the shot, eh?). So, I was still merrily enjoying my office outing when I was told about this random boy and how he “liked” my dance or video or whatever it was! To be honest, my first reaction was “okay”. Like, fine a guy liked my video, no big deal. I did not even think much over it when this colleague (our common friend aka cupid) told me he wants to talk to me. I was like, huh?? What? Ofcourse, I will not talk and this was it. We spent our office outing enjoying the camping and just like that the weekend was over. What was not over was this common friend’s insistence that I have to atleast speak to the guy, he is amazing and so on and so forth. Just to get her off my back and because I love her dearly, I said okay I will speak to him and she inturn told him to message me. Here is the interesting bit, for someone who wanted to speak to me, this guy took his own time messaging and I am not used to waiting (later it became known he had a hectic work day which caused the delay). So, what do you think I’d have done? I really wanted this done with and never really believed in waiting for the guy to message so I messaged him instead!! In my head, it was suppose to be a quick chat and then bye bye. But here we are, three and a half years later, with me narrating the start of this story!
Love came to me when I least expected it. Least. I was too focused on work and enjoying my life, one trip at a time to get into a serious relationship! He, on the other hand, was looking for a serious relationship. We spoke for about 10 days I guess, video calls and chatting, like it goes before he asked me out on a date. Not in a cheesy way, more like two friends wanting to hang and I said yes because it was not cheesy plus we were going to a flea market so I was really excited about that, apart from meeting him ofcourse! The meeting did not seem like it was our first, I felt at ease immediately and we were talking, roaming and telling stories to each other in no time (I have no clue how he felt but I am guessing it was good for him and you will know why soon!). The best part? Food. I am a hogger and he does not scare easy I guess because he was okay with no matter how much I ate and was willing to check more food options (big big YESSSSS!). It was a cute evening date followed by a peaceful dinner and then we went home. I reached after him as I lived a little farther from where we had been and as soon as I texted him I reached, he asked me if I will be his girlfriend (that’s how I know he must have enjoyed too). While we have had our share of ups and major downs, I am pretty sure that yes was a good decision on my part. How did he know in 5 hours of meeting that he loves me? I don’t know. When I ask him, he says “I just knew”. He is a man of few words and I never stop talking. He hardly expresses and I hardly contain emotions. He is the calm and I am the storm. I can deal with all these opposites! What I cannot deal with is why does he have to add ketchup to everything? It changes the taste!!!
Hope my story brought a smile to your face, I love love stories so do let me know if you have one too?
82/100
I have read a couple of posts here in past week where people are talking about what motivates them to write and what’s their idea behind it. Reading those got me thinking, why do I write? To my surprise, there is no easy answer other than one obvious one. I enjoy it. I enjoy putting down words, I don’t necessarily think I am a good writer but on rare occasions I do get words on my notepad or phone pad and they seem to make a beautiful sync, it makes me happy. So happy. Words are beautiful and they have magic and power. They can take you places, they can make you feel, they are powerful to bring a change and to be able to sometimes succeed in doing that in even a small way, what a win! What a feeling! It more or else feels like writing has become a part of my existence! When I am sad, it is therapeutic. When I am happy, it is the best form of celebration. When I am angry, it is an outlet I am most thankful for. When I feel nothing, numb, I read something and if nothing atleast the peace envelopes my head. Even when you are journaling, it has been identified to have so many benefits. So it’s not just about people, writing is how you communicate with yourself. When you start writing for yourself, you can come across thoughts you did not know were buried inside you. It’s like a healing process for yourself and also a form of self love. That’s not it, I have used my writing to voice my opinions on matters so many don’t talk about. Politics, bullying, abuse, sexual offenders, feminism. It does not sit well with everyone but writing gives you to medium to broadcast your opinions. You never know who will read what you write and it might end up helping that one person who could relate. It’s the best thing ever, when something you write inspires someone or they relate to it or it is something they learn from. I have been on the other end of being inspired, relating and learning so many times. I believe in writing and it’s transforming ability with all my might.
I am sure you all would have your own reasons and beliefs which make you write and share, do tell me about them?
81/100
She was loved by all. Everyone wanted to be with her. She was vibrant in nature so the attraction made sense. Good company to be with. She never knew hurting others or so she thought. She wanted people to be happy. It made her happy to see others happy. But, making everyone happy is impossible. Only if she knew this. Instead, the one’s she couldn’t make happy thought of her as biased. Maybe it was true. There were a few she absolutely loved to see happy. Her heart soared high in happiness when she saw them happy. So she tried more for them. But in process some were ignored, never intentionally. Though not on purpose, people were hurt. Hearts grew apart. That’s when she felt the effect. The distance, the heartache. She felt it all. She didn’t know what went wrong. She could sense people drifting away. She tried stopping them, only separating the already distant hearts more. She was accused. She tried to explain, she failed. She tried to match up, she failed. Maybe trying too much was the problem. But she couldn’t help it. She never wanted this. It broke her. But there were those who still loved her. They supported her. She needed it. Seeing people who once loved her, who she loved, loathing her, blaming her wasn’t easy to live with. But then there were those who cared for her, genuinely. She treasured them. She could survive seeing them happy. She would be the way she is, for them. She just existed, pretending to live. Pretending for those who loved her. Pretending to be happy. She thought it was easier, easier than admitting that she was sad. That would require reasons and explanations, leading to more heartache. No. Pretending to be happy is easy. Yet sometimes, even now, the pretence fades, revealing the real her. She cries. Sometimes its okay to let the tears flow. They flow reliving those memories and with a lot of could-have-been scenarios. But she soon gets back to pretending as life with tears and what ifs and memories is not survivable. Sometimes she is actually happy. At those times, she hopes and wishes that maybe someday she’ll be so perfect at pretence that she might actually end up being happy forever.
Forever is a myth, if only she knew.
80/100
I have spoken about why I took up the challenge for writing daily for 100 days in short on some of my posts! I just wanted some discipline in my writing habits. For someone who wrote since she was a teenager, adulting really changed things and I drifted apart from my second love. I was thinking about this a lot today, why did I stop writing? It was really a random thought that occured to me in evening and I have been mulling over same since then. Basically, I was wondering what should I write about and I had a couple of topics. But just like a typical writer, when I was structuring the topics in my head, I drifted to thinking why did I even stop writing? If I have learnt one thing doing this challenge, it’s that it is best to let the words flow rather than plan beforehand. Both ways are amazing but impromptu writing has a feel which sometimes structured writing lacks. What’s wonderful is that I have again drifted from the topic! One of the strongest reasons why I feel I stopped writing is because I stopped reading, which is my first love. Now that this challenge has helped me streamline my writing, I want to challenge myself to complete a certain number of books in this year, well whatever is left of it! I have believed this since start and have also read it that the key to becoming a good writer is to be a compulsive reader. If you just write what comes to your mind, it will exhaust you at some point. Reading what others write, knowing different perspectives, fiction and non fiction both, opens so many doors. Your thinking horizon expands and you can write so much more freely. I am not sure how many of you agree to this?
I have been reading since I can remember. I used to read so many books, it scared my mom. A book is a door to a whole new world, you can visit so many places, live so many lives, make so many friends and this is all just by reading. If you have not guessed, I love reading fiction or autobiographies. Reading about people’s lives, knowing their struggles and watching them win over them motivates me. Entering a fictional world where good wins over bad makes me believe in power of universe again. Past few years have taken away the two most treasured things of my life and the reason is classic, I was busy. Having regained my focus for writing back, I cannot wait to start reading again. It is therapeutic, calming and so exciting I am already smiling thinking of it.
I have two questions though and I would love if you guys helped me with answers! What should be the number of books I should aim at reading this year as a motivation to move towards it? Which is your most favorite book? I am so looking forward to your answers! 🙂
Love all or perish 