Dead

She pulled the knife from her chest and smiled, “Was that supposed to hurt?” Every person in the room gasped as she stood there, the bloody knife in her hand, completely unaffected, her smile broadening by the second. It took two minutes for her to realize what had happened. An agonizing sting ran down her body, a sting called regret? With a frown, her fingers wandered to her chest, her eyes focused on the pool of blood at her feet. Her body felt weak. She fell on her knees, her legs unable to handle her weight. What did she just do? Slowly, she closed her eyes, only to open them again with a jolt.

This time, with a jerk of her head she pointed at her now dead daughter and said, “Another bitch down.”

 

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Danced

Dreams changed.
Now all she craved for was to be something more than a second option.
Something more than friends with benefits
Something more than an infatuation to him
Something more than a tag along
Something special, something important, something he needed.

However it was impossible and she knew it.
With time, she was sure she would learn to live with the grief.
An unwanted, filthy, brainless girl may turn into a young woman much desired.
And with those hopes, she let a smile play upon her pale lips.
She held her head high, her smile constant, her confidence unwavering and her performances the best.

She dance.
Danced for her life.
Danced till her feet had bruised.
Danced till she couldn’t anymore.
Danced till her breathe left.

 

Appreciate

Changes are a part of life, so much so that now we’ve stopped feeling it.

Every hour, every minute, every second, our life is changing in a seemingly insignificant way. However, we notice the changes only when they are big enough to be felt by our physical selves. We notice, we react, we comprehend – until it all goes back to being nothing, to being an insignificant activity.

They say you don’t know the worth of the things bestowed upon you…until you lose them. True to the last essence of the sentence, eh

Take this moment to appreciate all that you have, even if it’s just a dry piece of bread. Appreciate and acknowledge the presence of mankind. Embrace the changes. And don’t worry, all the hurt, the pain will end. It will all be alright. Soon. Period

Boom!

Howdy folks!

It’s been so long since I’ve last been here, I feel I’ve almost forgotten how to write!

Well, this post is going to be a rant, I forewarn you.

The past two years have been full of victories and downfalls for me. Filled with eye- opening experiences, they held some of the most important lessons and some of the most grief-stricken failures. As I walk towards finishing the eighteenth year of my life, I look back to summarize the most essential things I’ve learnt so far.

I’ve learnt to love in a selfless fashion. Love is the most powerful weapon one can possess because it’s proof of a complete soul, a soul so powerful that the might of it can uproot many tyrannies.

Love or else they’ll subdue you.

I’ve learnt to think. To think is a power few possess; it is what that sets us apart from other creations of god almighty.

Think or else you might never escape.

I’ve learnt to have faith. It gives me the strength to wake up every morning and coax myself to go on and fight the everyday battles and play the game called life.

Have faith or you will give up before you learn to live.

I’ve learnt to express freely. It gave courage to those around me and helped stop evil at instances more than one.

Express, or else you’ll be alone.

I’ve learnt that no matter what, you are the only one playing at your side. No one else will stick along . They will blame you, will play with you until you are broken.

Trust nobody with your life, or else they’ll crush you.

Keep in mind, there are supporters but they may betray you. Never regret, never look back. Just walk with a high held head and chuck out the negativities.

Stay positive.

Stay blessed.

GM – your views? 

Hello folks ! 

I need a small favour today!

It’s been a while since I had last posted. In this post I’ve decided to take up the topic of  – brace yourselves – genetic modification. No…I’m not a bio freak and I don’t want the people from the fashion and business worlds  to leave ! Just read through the next few lines and post a comment to get a reblog ! (Ok that was a Lil too much I agree lol !)

Genetic modification refers to altering an organisms dna. It is a way to accelerate the process of evolution for our own benefits.

Promotion of genetically modified crops is in the interest of mankind in the long run. What are your views on this? Be sure to leave your opinions !

Snail Mail <3

Hello everydbody!
I’ve been off the blogosphere lately (courtsey my last year of school). I’m sorry for that but hey, I’m back!
A huge shout out to Jacob (from That’s So Jacob) who actually pulled me back here.

A week ago I had revieved a Snail Mail by Jacob Hellman (hope you checked out his awesome blog!)

This was the first time I had ever recieved a snail mail (weird ?) and that too from over the seas! I was overwhelmed – that’d be an understatement! The sheer excitement to open it and read the hand written content, the transference of ideas through the scent of fresh paper, the eagerness to get down to writing the reply – it was all a first time experince for me! And I loved it.  (I’d thought of posting a picture but then I’m not confident about making the contents public haha!)

I guess it’ll take some time for me to get back to my normal mode of writing …but Mr Hellman, you sure made my day!

I’ll be back to writing my original kinda posts soon! Stay tuned!

Mother !

I had to share this one! 

It was 12th of November , two thousand something. Glittering earthen pots lit up my house, my neighbors’ house, practically the whole city and more. It seemed as if the sky had been upturned and the twinkling stars had fallen on earth. The occasion was ‘Chotti Diwali’ – as auspicious as a day could be.

My lovely mother, my father and myself had decided to burn firecrackers in the adjacent building – a building under construction, a building that belonged to us, a building that was soon to be lit up by my mother’s efforts and a number of earthen lamps. My sister, being the eco friendly one, had decided to stay back and enjoy the television shows instead.

Everything was nearly perfect. My mother followed my footsteps as I lead her upstairs. She had decided to light up the first floor as my father decided to walk on to the third one. Climbing up the first flight of stairs, beckoning to my mother, I took a 90 degree turn and started ascending the second one. But before I could lose sight of my mother, I saw her walk on straight instead of turning behind me.  I froze in horror as she disappeared in front of my eyes, right into the lift well built. She went down into the void of the well, with the lighted earthen pots filled with oil.

As the horror crept in, chilling me to the bone, the clatter of the fallen plate filled with pots filled my cold ears. I gave a horrified scream of terror. I yelled and yelled till my throat was dry and it hurt. Like needles, my own voice pricked my throat as I kept calling for her. My father rushed to me, leave alone my father – the whole neighborhood had collected near the dark building. Not a voice from my mother was heard. Rushing down I pulled my sister to the site, like a boy gone crazy. I was too worked up to speak. The lower half of the building, where mum had fallen, was filled with pointed nails, wooden pipes and other horrid things.

The worst part was my mother had never uttered a word. Was she ok?

When we finally reached back to the site, me and my sister, I saw my mother seated on a chair, all the neighbors clustered around her, her leg bleeding and resting on another chair, her face flinched up in pain.694138

But can anybody guess what she said when she saw us? Her very words were, “Are you children mad, have you locked the front door? Left it open as a feast to the robbers or what?” We were too surprised to speak, too relieved that she was ok, too shocked at her typical orders. She was still in her senses, rather she acted more sensible as compared to us. She had to undergo a severe operation later on, she’d broken two of her ribs and a hairline crack was spotted on her left leg. Her left side had loads of bruises.

Nobody knows how, what, why, etc of the accident and its purpose. But seeing her carry herself for the months of bed rest prescribed by the doc, I learnt that a mother is the most indispensible part of a family. She is the one who selflessly works not for herself but for the well being of our family. She used to wake up every morning at 4 to oversee that we go to school properly. She never abandoned her duties as a wife or a mother throughout, gulping down the pain she always was there for us.

A salute to her and all other mothers!