Life As A Person -
Life is a bitch and we all love her,
It tricks us and pricks us,
Nevertheless we crave her,
We boast about her while she ditches us,
She makes her games,
Plays by her rules,
And in the end
Fucks it all up,
She carves the board,
Selects the players,
And in the end
Leaves us empty and shut,
She is a teacher,
A harsh, horrendous and hilarious one,
Ridiculously weird and soothingly sad,
In the book of "Impossible Things To Understand" - it stands at the top,
Irrespective of that,
She's also that girl who,
Loves you with everything she has and never asks anything in return,
Stands by you in all your days,
She is that girl who,
Kisses you when you're sloshed,
Smiles for you while she wants to cry,
It is her care that makes you live with her and not just exist,
She will be an alturist while you are the narcissist,
She lives for you while she is dying,
You will end up loving her in a number of ways... .
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✨Oh, Sir Terry Pratchett✨⠀
Last week we watched The School, a BBC documentary following a secondary school that just happened to be the school that my husband went to. Inbetween my husband pausing it to describe me how much the school had changed since his time there, I watched as the adults asked the children what they wanted to be.⠀
It brought back memories of being where those kids are. A life ahead of me full of potential. What did I want to be?⠀
A journalist, a business owner, a museum curator...I changed my mind every six months. There was only one thing I'd always wanted to be, only one thing I ever want to be.⠀
I told them I wanted to be a writer ✍️
'Oh no,' the teachers told me. 'Writers don't make money. Keep that as a hobby. Find something else to do.'⠀
And I did.⠀
I listened to them.⠀
Because I was a good girl who listened to her elders in the belief that they knew best.⠀
Well, now I'm the adult and now I know better 😁
If someone puts you down, don't listen. If someone tells you that you can't do what you want to, the prove them wrong.⠀
Writing has four pillars—structure, style, readability, and grammar—each pillar is like the single leg of a sturdy chair.
Wer behauptet, dass schreiben einfach ist? Wehe 😈! Und ja, dass ist eine Drohung!
Freitag und Sonntag habe ich mich wieder mit meinem neuen Projekt beschäftigt. Leider sitze ich noch immer an Kapitel 1, aber ...
1. ich habe die Charaktere mittlerweile poliert. Zuvor waren sie zu schlampig ausgearbeitet, genauso wie die Handlung.
2. nach dem dritten, vierten Mal überschreiben erreichen manche Passagen eine leserliche Qualität.
Es geht voran 🐌!
Who argues writing is easy? And yes, that's a threat 😈!
Friday and Sunday I have dealt with my new project again. Unfortunately, I'm still working on chapter 1, but ...
1. I have polished the characters meanwhile. Previously, planning was too sloppy.
2. After editing the third or fourth time, some passages became legible.
Things are progressing 🐌.
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-Kis kis se kahoon,
K mein kis cheez se guzar rahi hoon.
Sadiyan guzar gayin,
Or mein bhool nhi payi.
Kia apney apko maaf karna itna he mushkil hai?
Ya yun kahoon k namumkin hai.
Mahinon pehley mein ne aik Kitab parhe thee,
Na janey kia tha us mein k woh mera dil ley gayi.
Kehti thee aisay alfaz,
Jo dil o dimagh ko choo jatey.
Ya marey Allah!
Kesey Katey gi yeh zindagi.
Aisa lagta hai k,
Sadiyon pehley kiye gaye gunahon,
Ka taqaza karney ka waqt aachuka hai.
Na janey kitney gunnah kiye hain meiney,
Or na janey kitnon ki maafi mili hai.
Mein gunhaigar hoon.
Haan ki hain galtian,
Haan kiye bhot sey gunnah,
Chori hain meiney namazain,
Boley hain meiney jhoot doosron se,
"Ya marey Allah, maaf farma mujhay"
Kaha meiney Apney pyarey Allah se.
Lekin, wohi baat ho gayi na,
Jo Nimra Ahmed ne kahi thee,
"Hum gunnah kartey hain,
Hum maafi mangtey hain,
Allah maaf kardeta hai,
Magar, gunnah peecha nhi chortey."
Shayad sahi kaha usney,
Tabhi raaton ko ansoon tapaktey hain,
Tabhi raaton ko neend nhi ati,
Tabhi pareshan hoon, Tabhi khoi hui hoon,
Aur akhir mein is nateejey per pohonchti hoon,
Mein gunhaigaar hoon.
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I don't know what you see in this picture, but I see two dogs resting and chilling and two langurs watching the world and observing what is happening around 🐒
And this is how I would be for the next five to six weeks here in Bangalore, where the world's best life partner has been kind enough to let me some space in his home until I get recharged for my next nomadic adventures ❤️🐈
During the past two and a half months of non-stop travel, I moved around solo through Indonesia and Malaysia and India, saw hundreds of new customs, food, culture, landscapes, and met hundreds of people who I would have never seen if I hadn't stepped out on the road 👧
Now it is time to write all those stories that have left an impression on me but I haven't penned down yet, to aggregate all the travel tips for you guys, to rest a little bit, to reflect on what I have seen, while planning my next adventures throughout India for the upcoming few months ❤️
For writing and traveling is life now. And I couldn't love it anymore. .
What have you been upto?
PS: Shoot me all the questions you have around Malaysia, Indonesia, and South America, for I have a lot of posts coming up for you guys 💜
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We step into these boxes that we left behind, ages ago,
Back to the first time we heard the screams of hearts that broke.
A sanctified memorabilia, teaching lessons of courage, and hope,
We failed, gave up and cried, because we never tried; bereft as unknown.
Years pass, and we returned to these boxes with battle scars,
We've wrung our hearts, strained our muscles in these aching hours,
We've gathered a little hope and a lot of courage, and packed it in our little jars.
We've feasted with the beasts and slept under the open stars.
There was a time when we lay in these boxes, counting sheep to fall asleep,
And here we live today, dozing off while knocking boots, we've got no time to weep.
We dive into shallow pools, wake up with concussions that make us go "Damn, that's deep!"
Learning and yearning, cursing and nursing; we're halfway through the mountain that once seemed too steep.
Now we eye these boxes that we left behind, and they feel so small.
Wondering if we've grown or it's the boxes that have shrunk, the changes through four falls.
We see something intricate now, while we ruminate through old rambles and scrawls.
That's where captivation lies, nothing seemed to change day through day, but now, nothing's the same at all. •
Cuando estás feliz tú cambias, cuando tú cambias, cambia el mundo entero.
When you are happy you change, when you change, change the whole world.