books, planners and obsessions
It's been a year and 12 days. I didn't even notice, until I saw a message from you today morning saying you miss me. It's been over a year now. I didn't realise. But then, you don't value for me anymore. I remember, how we came together, like a wave softly crashing onto the shore.… Continue reading I don’t
I sucked at writing before, my love, and I still don't write well But now, I've got words inside me so many so many words waiting to be poured out like a waterfall, to be let out from behind an invisible barrier acting as a dam to be said. We were a crescendo, building… Continue reading All I have left are words as compensation
1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. One word to question my life Why Two words, everyday, running in my mind No more I had three words to say when we met Leave me alone Four words when you wanted to be my friend I don't see why 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. Some five words when I… Continue reading Counting beats
I know! I'm super-duper late but I kinda fell into a writing slump. Since it's been so long, I fear you might have forgotten the story or new readers might not have even read it. If you don't want to go back and reread part one, two and three, I have read it aloud and… Continue reading Promises (Part 4)
I perch on the railing of a balcony and look at the human standing a few feet away from me silently. She was so silent and still that I did not take her as a threat as I flew and rested my tiny legs here. Her face is still upturned, looking above into the night… Continue reading Getting to know her
All around me I see smiles, laughs and happiness. On me others see smiles, laughs and happiness. Isn't this a queer game we play, pretending to be happy. I say pretending because there is no way all of us are this happy. We are practically strangers, mildly friends. We hang out in the same circles… Continue reading Strangers and friends.
Drowning in my sorrow is like the saying "drop by drop makes an ocean". The water drips into my heart for years and years until my whole being is filled with the salt water that is tainted by the outside world and makes my body only a vessel to hold all of that leaving no… Continue reading This ocean
I try to be the perfect daughter. I try to be the perfect friend. I strive to be on top. I try Not to be a disappointment. I plaster a smile everyday Try to be calm and composed. I keep my voice down Trying to be the perfect girl. I learn all traditions and rules Even… Continue reading No, thank you.
Hello everybody! Sorry for not posting exclusively yesterday. The scheduled guest post went up, though. If you missed it, it's a haunting short story. I think writer's block is starting to come upon me, reader and I'm really sad about that. For the past couple days my writing hasn't been good and I'm not sure what… Continue reading Camp NaNoWriMo day #10
It's been a week in Camp NaNoWriMo! My goal is one thousand words per day and I am pleased to inform that I've written 10k words in 7 days. *cue: me doing a small dance* Since I've made myself not read through what I've written, it means all my work is unedited and raw. I'm… Continue reading While writing the first draft
Part 1 | Part 2 Aaron I backtrack and run fast back to her building. I come to a stop inside, I don't know her door number. I ring the bell for the first house and ask the man after her. He tells me she lives the floor up, same house. I climb the stairs two… Continue reading Promises (Part 3)
Firstly, I suggest reading Part 1 before this. I noticed a plot hole and smoothed over it just now. And I know I promised to post this three days back, I'm sorry. Aaron She looks so different. Beautiful as ever, but then I've always noticed that she looks more beautiful every day; but she's changed. Her… Continue reading Promises (Part 2)
Everytime I'm free or in the mood to read, I log onto WordPress and read blog articles under the tag 'Writing' and I'm floored! Look at all these beautiful writing pieces-look at them and worship them. I have found so many amazing blogs to follow through this and every day I increase my exposure to… Continue reading Writing
If I ever had to write An ode to you It would tell the world How I truly see you Inside out I would write About your huge heart Incredible kindness Benign thoughtfulness And your unwavering support Patriotism and humanity Equally balanced in your spirit You make rest of the population Look lacking in feature… Continue reading Ode to you
I read a post recently on tips to write better. The first point was- Write all the time. Somehow, after seeing the post, everytime I was sitting for a few minutes in breaks or in between scheduled tasks, I think about what I woukd write if I had paper and a pen. Or, if I… Continue reading Writing
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“...all the fierce passions of the world bound in leather and vellum.” — M. L. Rio, If We Were Villains
Reviewing Books, Ranting about Writing, and Reaching for the Stars
