The girl with the book.

"It has been a while since I have been here," he said.
"I see," she replied, not looking up from the book she was reading, knowing very well where all this was going.
"It is loud in here, isn't it?" he asked, not giving up.
"What do you expect in a pub?"
"I definitely wasn't expecting a girl to be reading."
"We are quite persuasive, aren't we?"
"I would call myself, hopeful. As as Hume says, 'A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow real poverty.'"
She smiled, as she put down her book.

(Boy o boy, I am a little rusty with the writing bit)

Written for 3WW : Loud, Persuasive, Riches.

The real you

Everything and everyone has a break point. The point beyond which you just can't take it anymore. There comes a point where the negativity and craziness just HAS to end. Once you reach that point, only then does the real and strong you surface!

3ww : Break, negative, surface

Mom, where is Heaven?

"Ma, does death erase all memories of life?"
"Not at all."
"Then what happens when one dies?'
"You go to heaven."
"Is heaven beautiful?"
"Very beautiful. Remember the meadow we went to last year? Even more beautiful than that."
"Will you forget me, when you get there?"
"How can I walk into heaven without you?"
"You'll wait for me? How will I trace you?"
"I will wait for you at the gate, like I did everyday after school. I will wait a long time, for you."
"But do you have to go?"
"Yes. You know how when you were with God, he sent Mamma and Papa here first to make a house for you, so that everything would be ready here when you came? We have to do the same there, now"
"But I will miss you, Ma"
"I will too. But I will look down, every single day, just to check if you are ok."

Submitted for 3WW : Trace, meadow, erase

PS: 1. I wrote a blog post for my friend, Richa here (Just a FYI)
      2. Blog-a-ton completes one year on 5th July and as anniversary celebrations, certain cities have a meet planned up. If you want to join in, please see who you can contact here. It is at the end of the post, so kindly scroll down.

Criminology

I hate it when people called them deviants. Deviants who don't follow and deviate from societal norms? We all do as we are taught. If your environment as a child was saturated with crime, what else can you expect from them as adults? All you can do is identify such environments and saturate with tender, loving care, instead.

This is what my future looks like if I do end up doing that criminology course I have been eying.


For 3WW : Deviate, Saturate, Idenitfy

Caustic words

It was his caustic tone that broke me down completely. Did I always know? Did I have a hunch? A woman always knows. I hadn’t sacrificed myself for him. But he was a part of my life. We had a life together. Now it was over. It was over when he said, “I love her.”

Submitted for 3 Word Wednesday

I'm off!

Do you know the feeling when you just want to write? I have it today. Maybe because I'm so excited and I was thinking what the hell do I write about? I have been feeling pretty muse-less now a days. I suddenly, remembered that today was a Wednesday and we have the 3WW. And wonder of wonders, one of the words was journey. And that is precisely what I'm excited about. I'm off for a mini and super vacation.

Anyway, this is my take with the words : Hinder, Journey, Rigid.

After doing almost nothing for around 3 months, Sarah was bored. Bored of her life, of her routinely empty days. She had a busy rigid schedule which she gave up because it was beginning to take a toll of her health. The doctor had advised to take it slow. Slow but now, her life had come to complete stand still. There was nothing to do. She needed some excitement, something that gave her a reason to get up in the morning.



Finally came a call. A call from a friend who was bored too. They made a plan to meet halfway. There were a number of things coming her way. Her dad who wasnt used to her taking off like this was one major hinderance. But she managed to convinced him which kind of surprised her. Now, all that mattered was going on this journey. She was going to meet absolutely new people, of whom she had heard, some of whom she had spoken to but never ever met. She thought she was quite the dare devil. Now, all that matter was that trip. She packed her bags, while dancing. Finally, she was excited about something.

Oh yes, I'm tired of being online 24*7 and I'm taking off tomorrow to my grandmother's birthplace. I'm super duper excited and even though the story is absolutely stupid sounding, it is exactly what happened in the past 3 month. I will post a lot of pics when I'm back. Bon Voyage to me :)

Queer!

"His chances of surviving are bleak," the doctor said, "It maybe time to say goodbye."

"Dad, I'm queer. I'm sorry I never told you," his son whispered.

All were shocked. There wasn't a sound around the room, not even him breathing. Suddenly, there was a hiccup.

"I always knew, son." The father breathed his last.

Wrote it for 3WW. Haven't written here in a while and had to kickstart! The words were: Queer, bleak and hiccup.