If you are angry, frustrated or crying all the time, it is only pain that you will get in return. Channelise you thoughts on positive lines. Replace every negative thought / feeling with a postive one and you might begin to see things differently and feel differently about things 🌸💞
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“Girls’ dreams” are a big issue in our society nowadays. Tho’ a lot of areas have developed better education facilities for girls yet there are a lot of people who don’t let their daughters fulfill their dreams. The only thing they are afaraid of is “Log kiya kahyn gy”. The girl who is allowed to study till matriculation, works so hard, she has a lot of dreams in her eyes, and when she gets the highest score in whole district and asks her parents to let her go to the college, they have only one answer: “log kiya kahyn gy.” The girl who daily stares at the stars thinking that she might reach the sky someday, she thinks that she can shine like those stars, but when she tells her parents that she can’t marry at this young age because she wants to reach some high status, they say: “log kiya kahyn gy.” And this one sentence snatches the light from her eyes, this sentence breaks her into pieces, this sentence makes her so coward that she never watches the shining stars again. . //Your girls are the stars, no matter what the society says, let your stars shine.//
When I was 18 one of my best friends committed suicide two weeks before our high school graduation.
It is something that I barely ever talk about.
It reshaped who I was as a person and frankly my belief system about people.
For a while I was very angry at the world. I was convinced that the only thing humanity was good at was destroying itself.
From that point of view, I considered humanity purely evil at our deepest level.
Our souls are at war with our bodies for dominance.
Then as I got older and found my way through this corn maze we call life, I met other people.
Meeting other people who were proud of their lives and what they were going to accomplish. People who were thankful for what they had.
Sometimes, all you need is a different perspective and some time.
I’m 25 now and my friends death seems like a lifetime ago. I no longer blame him or humanity for the way the world is.
When I look at a situation of heartache or suffering, I no longer crumble into defeat.
But I remember the good people that I have met and how a attitude adjustment can go so far.
Then I smile. -
My book is out NOW.
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A dismal corner of an isolated alley bathing in the dusky darkness. An ancient dirt-covered lamppost diligently dispersing light.
A lady, older than the lamppost itself, returning home after her usual trip to the market where she sells vegetables. The fruits of her hard work safely placed in a small bag pinned within the folds of her saree.
A man with the face of felony. A knife held in his cruel hands.
Stops her staggered gait. Some money he demands.
A shove. A shriek. A sigh.
But she's not my family. And the man has a knife.
So I only stand by.
A lazy, quiescent afternoon. The wind and the dust playing along.
A mighty banyan tree. Around it a stone platform.
A ragged child and his tick-covered skeletal dog sitting on the raised hump, sharing the fresh edibles they had rummaged for in the local garbage dump.
A rowdy group of power abusers happen to pass by.
Filth in their mind and a moral compass that had gone awry.
The innocuous child is only fresh meat to their vicious, vile eyes.
A skirmish. A desperate whimper. Several muffled cries.
The child is in such pain. To the sadists, joy it brings.
He's covered in blood. But it's not my blood.
I am one. They are many.
So I do nothing.
The early morning rush of students, parents, white-collar workers and pen pushers. A regular bustling bus stop by a very regular road.
A pretty girl next to me probably waiting for a bus to board.
I recognize her to belong to a wealthy family. I can smell the aristocratic cologne.
Isn't she supposed to have a private jet?
What's she doing here alone?
A van zooms in out of nowhere and stops with a screech of rubber.
A masked gang. A naked gun. We all witness the abduction.
Is it for a ransom or on debauchery they are drunk?
Who knows? The girl has rich parents. They'll sort it out.
Why must I meddle when no one else does? I'd rather be a funk.
She screams for help but they have guns.
She's not my sister. She's not my friend.
So I just pretend
to hear nothing. (Cont. in comments)
Re- a prefix used with the meaning to do again, or “again and again” to indicate #repetition ; or with true meaning “back”, or “backward” to indicate withdrawal or backward motion. In this day and age, being #unique or “individual” is a paradox. Everyone feels like they’re #special , with personalized talents and strengths, but media and society brainwashes and punishes us if we aren’t moving with the herd. How many times have you asked a friend to proof read a txt before you sent it? A post? Not rocked an outfit you liked? Withheld your feelings for someone? Said “I love you” like it’s a question vs a statement? We humans are in a state of paradox. We seek #reassurance everywhere because we are brainwashed to think we aren’t #enough . We look in so many places, outside of ourselves, to #reassure us that we #belong . But on the inside, we know how unique and talented we are-even if at times it’s purely subconscious. I challenge you to go a day, or a week even, without asking for reassurance. It will clue you in to how much you do it in no time. If people don’t laugh with us, if someone disagrees with us, if we put ourselves out there -alone- it will push you to stand tall in your own skin. You’ll find what you love, who you love, what you find funny, and where you draw lines in the sand. Rest #assured that you don’t need the herd to be heard, or liked, loved, or valued 😊 #youemerge#encouragement#intuition#listeningtoyourself#healing#strength#innerstrength#writer#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram
*Please Read The Caption Below* #Out of the past#
"You bear a heavy burden, angela."
No, not at all, she abruptly walked towards the tent.
Despite her words, dan heard a hitch of uncertainty and fear in her voice.
Why did she appear so helpless before dan?
what might have turned down her shades of happiness? well that's what dan wanted to find out.
A dead silence followed.
Because she hesitated to answer his questions.
Look angela, life is both pain and pleasure. You must pay attention for the hours of joy and not pain.
He pulled off the blankets and covered her, she was shivering in fear and not cold.
He held her tightly and made her realise the harsh truth of reality.
It's a lesson to you, to stay strong and courageous and not in fear and pain.
What was angela afraid off? What was her fear that she couldn't even tell her love?
Well she kept it hidden beneath her tears and emotions never spilled a word about it.
It was her muscles that stretched out, to protect her from the incident, from being assaulted.
And that now she's reached a point in life where she has her love where she has her new life she has to get out of the past.
But, will she be able to?
Will dan help her get out of the troubles.
Dan will surely burry her sorrows and build a relationship of trust and love. "I always go on a unplanned road trip for distracting myself when I'm in trouble." Said dan.
And now your in trouble so you definitely need one, come let's go, leave behind your past angela,
just carry new hopes, new life,
with just you and me.
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He is anything but ordinary,
though he doesn't
seem to know.
He touches the lives
of those he meets
everywhere he goes.
He is unforgettable.
I was doomed,
this TIME, from the start.
He is like a BANDIT
and he stole
my willing heart.
Day twenty-four of the #nerdywords#juneprompts hosted by @gideon5897, with the #wordprompt#timebandits . Image inspired by one on Pinterest.
I am writing more stuff. Just, for the time being, bear with the throwbacks!
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Whenever I watch the movie 'The hundred-foot journey' which is my favourite movie I slowly slip into this fantasy world. A world where everything, everyone seems to fit right. A world where it feels right to be alive. A world where I fall in love again and again and again yet feel the same fierce passion all over again... What movie does that to you?