Twittering Tales #86 – 29 May 2018

Twittering Tales #86 – 29 May 2018 Once again, the lone tree swayed and the delicate white curtain hanging from the window fluttered. Inside the dark room, the old lady sighed while knitting away a soft crimson sweater for her grandson; hoping against hope that this summer she’d finally be able to see the child. (279… Continue reading Twittering Tales #86 – 29 May 2018

In Other Words, library…

Go to Patricia’s Place  to join the challenge In Other Words, library… My entry: My fingers trembled at the first touch. A strange kind of excitement erupted in my heart. Every nerve in my body tingled with an unknown yet oddly familiar sensation. What lies beneath the crispy hard ruggedness, I wondered. Once again, the soul longed… Continue reading In Other Words, library…

Get lost!

Dahling, I am not a Bitch! In fact, I am the exact opposite of what a bitch is. Truth be told, no matter how bad or trying a situation is, it still can never steal the light from me and render me insensitive. Now read on- In times of crisis, I’ll willingly wear the hat… Continue reading Get lost!

3 Days, 3 Quotes Tag

Thanks, iScriblr for introducing me to your quote sharing game- 3 Days, 3 Quotes Tag’. Its fun, and I am loving it. However, I am bending the rules a bit as I am too impatient to wait for three long days to share my favourite lines. Hence, I am going to share them all at once. So here goes the list of my favourite quotes of all time.

pexels-photo-580631“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

-Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Well, no one could have explained it better. The reason why some of us stay with people who disrespect us or treat us badly. When you think low of yourself, you are likely to attract lying, ghosting, mind games and a depressing barrage of manipulative behaviour symptoms in the name of love/relationship. Self-love is important. Realising your worth is important. Learning to not allow anyone to disrespect you or undermine you is important. Don’t tolerate or settle for anything less than you think you deserve. Love yourself!

bed-linen-1149842_1280“Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”

-Pablo Neruda, Tonight I can write the saddest lines(Poem)

One of my favourite lines by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda. How beautifully he has described pain and longing for his beloved in these lines. Unrequited love hurts. Rejection hurts. Betrayal hurts. Love that has not been reciprocated openly or not been fully understood by one’s beloved surely hurts a great deal. But, the lines above talk about a different kind of heartache altogether, which can be summarised as the saddest and the most brutal one ever.

still-life-school-retro-ink-159618“No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.”

-Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

This is self-explanatory. I am sure all my writer friends will agree with this. Honesty, grace, and courage are the three most important attributes we all wish to possess. Why should literature be any different?

Now as the rule suggests, I must tag three people to take this interesting game forward: thinkinkadia, Whitneyibeblog, Eugenia

Rules –
1 Thank the person who nominated you.
2 Post a quote for 3 consecutive days- 1 quote for each day, can be a super short post (I did it in one go 😉 if you wish, you can do that too)
3 Nominate three new bloggers each day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Versatile Blogger Award

Thanks pensitivity101 for nominating me. RULES OF THE VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD: Thank and Link The Blogger Who Nominated You. Nominate Bloggers And Link To Their Blogs. Inform Them Of Their Nominations. Reveal 7 Facts About Yourself Your Readers May Not Know About You The bloggers I like to nominate for the same are: abetterman21 arv! Books,BooksAndMoreBooks  radhikasreflection Indrajit… Continue reading The Versatile Blogger Award

The Mysterious Woman

A young archeologist meets a mysterious young woman on a stormy night in an old deserted mansion. The story is based in the post-independence era. Do give a dekko by clicking the link below. Can’t post the story here as it features on Juggernaut Books now.   https://www.juggernaut.in/books/e97c017ef7144c35

Unfinished

Hop-on and hop-off says the red, blue and yellow bus, Outside the window, she looked and let out a sigh, The unrequited love poem, she wrote months ago, still sits on her lap, An empty vessel inside her trembles with a pang, Thoughts and memories danced rhythmically in her head, Was it a cake, chocolate,… Continue reading Unfinished