She looked at the mirror...
There was dark beneath her eyes
But all she could see, was the hardwork that made her thrive.
Wrinkles by her side, didn't bother her at all,
For all she remembered was the smiles she'd been blessed with.
Her poor sight never stood in her way..since she was accompanied by her souvenirs
The intricate articles, the daisies and the familiar scent.
Grey in her hair , was from the journey that was worth for...
She was growing old, she was becoming the very pure essence.
Ms. Valerie had just moved next-door. She was old but didn't like being called grandma.The children on the block learnt it the hard way; but otherwise she was a very lovely person. Ms. Valerie had a beautiful front yard. Lush green grass all over , lined with red, yellow, white and pink coloured shrubs of roses. She took good care of all her plants. Had Bougainville hanging infront of her front door and a big orange tree wi
This chapter's been a little long; but I promise it's worth it.
"Once upon a time, in the village of Szar lived a man named Arthur Willow. He was tall , well built and had deep blue eyes. He was a very kind man and had never hurted a single soul. All the villagers were very fond of him and his whole aura. He was a lumberjack. He had a beautiful wife and two lovely children. One day while chopping the wood in the forest , the weather got cloudy and strong winds started to blow. It was as if the monsoons were near. He decided to hurry up and head home before it gets dark and dangerous. On his way home he heard someone weeping by the river. It was getting dark but he couldn't leave that person alone in the forest. He went in the direction of the sound and saw a little kid sitting on a log beside the river and crying. He went forward to ask the kid but suddenly the kid ran towards the river and jumped into it. Arthur's eyes couldn't believe what he saw. He immediately put his bundle of logs down and ran towards the river . He couldn't see anyone in
"If it isn't scary, it isn't the reality."I was breathing heavily, my vision was blurred. I could hear sirens blaring in distance. There were three ambulances, the paramedics and some cops as I vaguely remember. They lifted me up, I was bleeding, I tried to speak up but before I could say anything I just blacked out. I woke up to my mom resting her head on my hand , dad sleeping on a couch in the room and I had a oxygen mask on. I was in a hospital."Mom.." I blurted out. "Oh honey, you awake..oh Hans, sweetie Audrea's awake!" She stroked my cheeks with happy tears in her eyes and dad held my hand kissing my forehead."How are you feeling Audrea? Do you feel much pain?" dad asked , giving me a concerned look."No..but where are gammy and pappy? Are they okay?" I was really worried about my grandparents."They are undergoing treatments, I'm sure they'll be okay. Don't worry, nothing would happen to them.", mom said reassuring me.I was in th
Be greatful, for what you have ; not because the others can't have it.Be greatful, for you get food on your plate whenever you are hungry; not because others are starving to death.Be grateful for having a shelter above your head; not because others sleep drenched wet in the rain by a footpath.Be grateful for the things you can afford, not because others can't even have the bare minimum.We often tend to tell our loved to be greatful for leading such luxurious lives and we console them by saying that many people around us are still struggling to survive. But, how can we be comforted by knowing that someone out there is suffering? It's disturbing how people tend to achieve a sense of relief by looking down upon those who are in need.My mom, runs an NGO "The helping hand" for orphans and all the kids in need . Many a times I accompany mom to work. The very first time I went there, I was 6years old. It was my birthday and mom told me that it would
If you ask me how exactly I define love ; then you must be ready to understand my version of the definition. Like everyone else always got tangled into different definitions of love, because it keeps on changing from person to person. Although, I'm glad to come across one such love letter that changed my whole perspective towards love and relationships completely. One of the Lemony Snicket's "Love letters to Beatrice" , is how I now define love. I believe in it with all my heart and soul. It'll make you chuckle and giggle in the beginning and give you a soft smile in between but towards the end I'm sure it will give you much more than just a definition. It will not only warm your eyes but also your heart. So, hear it goes...[Do you love me?"I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served
I like to feel your eyes on me, when I look away.I like my safe space in your arms, on all of the days, good or bad.I like how the linen sheets now smell like you. I like, l like how I wake up to the sight of you peacefully resting your head on my palm; calmly wondering in a far fetched dreamland.And I see..I peek in your dreams and I'm delighted to see us . Holding hands and walking down a country lane sharing the talkative silences; and the time's caught in still.I caress you hair and stroke your cheeks, planting a little kiss on your lips. You smile unknowingly and pull me closer, into your arms. I feel so loved.Isn't everything that we all do is to be a little more loved and wanted ? Isn't it all for love at the end? And the energy, "the god" some may call it...is nothing but this space . This space between us. Holding us together, for once and forever.• Kai MenkenI met Kai, duri
It was the last day of carnival. Bree and I had decided to packup the stall early and enjoy the evening. We made a fair amount of money out of our little stall. So we went to the mall , tried numerous outfits, bought some clothes and ate our favourite waffles. Since it was the last day of carnival, we wanted to dress up a little and we're gonna meet our other friends; Amber, Daniel, Ara, Eleanor and Neo. I was with them since elementary school and now they became good friends with Bree too.I wore a rainbow tank top, black leather jacket with ripped denims and my boots to complete the look. Styled my hair into cute space buns and then my favourite coffee brown lipstick to go. Dressing up and hanging out with my friends was the best thing. As decided we all met up at the carnival fair by 7 o'clock. We went on many rides, took lots of pictures, had lots of junk food. Bree had a family dinner so she went home early. Everyone else went home too; but I wanted to have a last
I write because I'm good friends with words,Long since my childhood they have been with me through all my thick and thin.Through my summers and my winters, through my spring and my autumnsNot that the others are strangers,Neither the canvases betrayed meNor that the lenses left my side...But still , they are not more than acquaintances.I write...I write because I feel as a wholeMy words make me complete.They stand for me , they talk for me.When everyone leaves, they stay...They have always stayed to uphold me.When it feels like the end, and everything fades away...I'm left with my words,My statements and lines.My poems and stories.My rants and letters.You see, I'm an introvert and it's very hard for me to express myself openly. I have trust issues and I felt that sharing your problems with others would just add on to thei
They say our dreams are our deepest desires and long-lost longings.But what if these desires are being manifested in the unknown,With some spice and plot twists.What if dreams are the fragments of our parallel universes,Maybe that's why they make no sense at all...but still somehow do.Dreams, dreams make you laugh, cry, fear and gasp. We travel to mystical lands and see monsters, gypsies and fairies and unbelievable creatures we haven't even known before. I personally think and it's a hypothesis that the things we see in our dreams, are nothing but incidences happening in the parallel universes around. Wouldn't it be fascinating? It definitely would.I do remember most of my dreams and that too crystal clear. It's crazy I know, but so am I ; so it's balanced. My dreams have always been this weird compilation of all the genres. Let me introduce you to some of my parallel universe incidences.1. Friend from the fair.I stopp