What love does

Being in love is not a bed of roses. It shatters the walls of your mind, forces cracks into your very being and when love walks out of the doors, you are left quite alone staring at the wreck that was once ‘you’. Your thinking is altered, you feel old and weary with cobwebs in the corners of your mind. But this is only until you learn to open up and let love in again.

For when love crawls in, its fresh as the blades of grass dancing in the summer wind. You let love in and hope.

Hope that it cleans up the damage.

But most of all, hope that it decides to stay.

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My first attempt at a Light and Shade Challenge and hope this will help me pick up writing where I left it off when Trifecta wrapped up.

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Chasing after butterflies

I think what gives us strength is constancy..family,friends,work as our identity..it defines us and keeps us grounded. But often we forget how non-permanent these are. The moment you clasp onto something and begin to believe that it would last, it slips out of your fingers. So I get quite sentimental as I write the last piece for Trifecta– it made me a writer but most of all, made me believe I am a writer.

So the last challenge is this:

For the final challenge here at Trifecta, we considered some flash and dazzle, a wild prompt to send us off with a bang.  What we realized was the most achingly beautiful, haunting and dazzling words we’ve read from our brilliant community have been the ones you chose when you were given the freedom to write with abandon.  So we’re lovingly, and eagerly, placing the choice in your hands.  There’s no topic, no word, just a free write. Go anywhere your mind wants to travel.  Take us there too.  Just make it count, leave your blood all over this page.  Thirty-three words exactly.  Of course.  We couldn’t end it any other way. 

 

dazzling in the sunlight

born from a fight

butterflies

We change and adapt

Adjust and make room for metamorphosis

fragile and delicate

butterflies

But when you hold onto it

It turns lifeless.

 

Welcoming in 2014

I realised I have been MIA for a while now! I have been waiting for the perfect time to write- the perfect words to say the perfect things and after months of dilly-dallying, I realised there is no ‘perfect’.

And with everyone sleeping at home before the clock has struck 12, there is no better way I want to share my excitement of welcoming in the New Year than writing to you, my dear readers!

I firstly want to thank all my kind and thoughtful readers for putting up with all my ranting, my mood swings and always having supportive messages even when you were reading about the same problem in different words for the millionth time!

It feels like 2013 was a long and turbulent voyage- one I am glad to have crossed over and it has changed my perceptions about a good many things- love, friendship,success and made me question my own moral code. But I know that I stand here- on the other side, a lot stronger than ever before for having gone through them. So no regrets- atleast I tell myself that because there is no other way to forget what you have lost! I accept that whatever has happened, has happened for the best! 

I lost a friend but I made some amazing friends whom I know will stick by me. This also made me cherish the friends I got. I slipped on account of academics but this has given me single-minded focus to do better in the upcoming semester. But the biggest slip has been my utter and horrid experiences with love- which has made me resolve not to go about looking for it and it will happen if it must!

As 2014 dawns upon us, I stand here as a determined individual to make the best out of it. Every moment, I resolve to push myself- to be better at every activity I chose to perform and above all,a better person- making conscious decisions to do better. It brings about a lot of change if there’s a small voice at the back of your head constantly asking ‘Are you doing your best?’ and that little voice is fine tuned and geared up to 2014!

Bright and Shiny

She never showed her weak side-she was too afraid of losing him. He loved her because he had fun hanging out with her. The jokes never ceased,  every issue that came up in the conversation was passed off in light-hearted humor and though what began as one casual date became more-atleast for her.

But when daylight disappeared and she started falling for him, she could not show it- he was not up for it and she had to keep these emotions hidden under a blanket of more jokes and laughter. She had to be the ‘fun’ person to go to, always lit up even when all she wanted was darkness to hide the tears.

 

Written for picture prompt of Friday Fictioneers.

Numb

I cannot love anyone else because all my love was used on you. I have a shadow of you in my head which I cannot match.

And you?

You date my best friend.

 

Katherine Paterson, author of Bridge to Terabithia, wrote, “It’s like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.” 

Trifecta Writing Challenge:

Write a 33 word explanation of what scares you.

Growing Up

“What about greatness? What about changing the world?”

“It’s far-fetched baby! Do what your good at!”

“You raised me teaching me to aim for excellence. Now you want me to settle?”

“You are not settling! What you are trying to do is drop everything and run with closed eyes!”

She looked at the man who taught her to dream with confused eyes.

She wanted to stir up debates, challenge old prejudices and work towards an instauration of knowledge. “Life is no fun if you live safe”, she thought as she walked out of the job recruitment cell, settling the conflict.

 

Trifecta Writing Challenge

To write 99 words using a any word from page 99 of Oxford English Dictionary.

An Exchange

“How can I help you, ma’am?”, he asked the lady who was looking around with penetrating eyes.

“I’m not your regular customer. I’m here for ‘BID fareWELL Exchange” and he perceived from her meaningful tone that she ‘knew’.

He escorted her into the backend of the store into a dark room.

“It comes with a price. And it is not a bargain in terms of this world, girlie. Do you accept what might come?” said a voice from the dark.

With a nod of her head, she sealed the exchange.

One more day with him before he disappears where the dead go. .

As she exited, she danced for him again- the last time, she ever did.Image

Inspired by the photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers

A Hazy Destination

The first time I was posed with the horrid question which haunted me for the rest of my waking hours was when I was in third grade. I continue to wonder what kind of sadistic adult would wish to destroy the innocence and joys of being a child by doing so, but the damage was done. And it was always the adults who were interested in the dismal questions and the confusion it arose in my mind was like sand flying in the air as wild horses race across muddy roads.

“What do you want to do when you grow up?”

My first reply, which would soon change into everything humanely possible, ranging from clone specialist to dog-walker, was ‘astronaut’. Gazing up at stars, I wanted what seemed far and out of my reach.

After several stacked encyclopedias and glow-in-the-night stars paneling the walls of my room, ‘Detective Q’ engrossed my young and naïve mind. I used to go digging in paper bins looking for clues to mysteries yet to happen. So I wanted to become a really ‘cool detective’- with a golf hat and a magnifying glass.

As I crossed my ‘Harry Potter’ years (the fandom still occasionally resurfaces), I landed in the debating club of high school. As I flourished there, suggestions of becoming a lawyer poured into my clueless mind and it didn’t seem like a poor option: high powered careers of those women in smart suits and black shoes which clicked as they walked raising storms.

But eventually, having taken science subjects, I ended up with engineering on my plate- it seemed like a very safe bet. There was but one wild tantrum I threw- I was never given a real chance to pick what I wanted to study and I said I wanted to study medicine. But the cries and pleas were dismissed that it was my addiction to ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ and ‘House M.D’ speaking. While I continue to marvel at the wonders of diagnostic medicine, I squirm at the sight of blood and hospital smell has me running a mile in the opposite direction.

As I come close to graduating, the question is posed once more. “What next?”, which makes me wonder why there isn’t a law against asking questions which cause people sometimes to run around in circles and sometimes off a building top. But this time around, I am determined not to harbor any images and in the seconds I took to write this particular line, I have thought about writer, politician and linguist as a career.

Why did we never have a course on ’How to pick your career’ among all the subjects we intensely studied? A career carnival wasn’t adequate to equip us with dealing with the mental stress that follows once we hear that question. And don’t even dare suggest- find what you’re passionate about. I am one of those unfortunate ones who doesn’t have a life-changing dream which suddenly lights up one single road shrouding the others in darkness. Instead, I have different dreams every night- very colorful ones, too!

So I shall keep swimming through life. It doesn’t matter that the direction is not very clear. Maybe along the way while I continue learning everything I come across as even mildly interesting, I will know where to stop. On the other hand, even if I never stop, it wouldn’t be quite as bad!

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Faith vs Logic

“See, that’s the problem with giving up religion and taking up logic. You HAVE to follow through. You can’t read one thousand(s) year old book and claim to know the world. “

Some things can’t be experimented on to derive answers.  So when people who have seen truth for themselves talk about it, you believe their theories. And I won’t ask them for proof just as I won’t ask Einstein for proof of his hypothesis.”

“There’s no point. If you don’t take the effort to open your eyes yourself, there’s no point in trying to shine the light in front of you.”

“Interesting how you think I’m the one who’s being naive here. People who ‘believe’ think the ones on the other side are deluded. “

“I treat anyone who takes un-falsifiable claims as the truth as naive”

“Well, we just have to agree to let each other be on different sides and see what works and I hate snobs”

“To quote M. Ali: It isn’t bragging if you can back it up. It isn’t being a snob if you’re right. “

“Quotes are always very pretty- but it doesn’t make you right unless you have all the answers”

“Bollocks. You are right if yours is the only theory which is supported by facts. Sure, you could be proven wrong in the future but when all the competing ‘theories’ (read God, rebirth, saints, etc.) have not even a shred of evidence supporting them, you can be 99% sure you are on the right path. “

“Well, I can’t help it if your nature is to disbelieve in the goodness of people so much that you can’t even have faith in their words- saints are not lying when they say they have seen the truth. And I know that the weak hypothesis your logic gloats of doesn’t have the answers. Else they wouldn’t be still looking.”

“Take a break and go to bed, shall we?”

“Sure. Goodnight”

Written for Trifecta Writing Challenge

Weekly prompt: WEAK- not factually grounded or logically presented