Bits & Pieces #1


“But why!” jenny whined. “Why can’t I go and see it!” She was standing in the middle of the living room and facing her mom, Miranda, who was sitting on the couch in front of her. She had her head in her hands and it felt like she was crying as her shoulders were shaking from her soft sobs. Jenny was past caring. All she wanted was to go there and that was the only thing her mom was denying her. She didn’t even tell her where it was!
“Jenny! We talked about this before and I am telling it to you again. Please don’t pursue this. Drop it! Please!” her mom wailed.
“Why? I will not rest until I find it. you know it very well mom.” Jenny folded her arms on her chest and looked at her mother who continued sobbing. “I will not stop looking for it. It is my only way to be close to him!”
“By tormenting me! You don’t care for me anymore. You are running after the ghosts.”
“I don’t care what you say, okay! I want to see it. I want to have a glimpse of him.” Jenny was all worked up. Why wasn’t her mother getting it. she desperately needed to see it, to touch it.
“Why?” her mom whispered.
“You know why! Don’t make me say it again and again!” jenny threw her hands up in the air. “I am tired of your excuses, mom. Just let me get this over with so I can live in peace.”
Her mom didn’t reply. She just got up and looked at her daughter.
“I don’t want to see you hurt. That’s all I want!” saying this, she turned around and left, banging the door shut. Her mom’s words drained jenny of all the fury that she’d held inside a few moments ago. Sigh! Life wasn’t going as planned. Not at all.

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Home Alone


Well well well … Everyone left except me and S.A.B. Its not a tv channel so chill. My brother Saadat Abu Bakr. 😉
The house is silent and I havem nothing to do. What should I do ?
Sigh!
I might write for a while but I am in no mood to do so.
#drumming my hands on the table#
I might eat. Thats the only thing left to do. I may watch a movie later on.
I can also wander in the hallway, haunting my house. Hmmm. Not bad! 😉

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My Plot


I finally started on my novel. Takes a lot of time and will power to sit and think! But I started. I will post all that I wrote right now but after that I will post bits and pieces as I love posting on my blog. 🙂
Its not much, just two paragraphs but a beginning indeed.

She didn’t know where she was going and at the moment she didn’t care. All she concentrated on was moving her legs forward. Her feet made ragged sounds on the gravel of the road on which she was running. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time. She was finally running away from her pain, her miseries, her life. She wiped the tears oozing out of her eyes and focused on the road. Taking deep breaths from her nose she kept on running. She lost track of time. She hadn’t realized it was already dark and that people who supposedly loved her would be worried about her. Especially her mom! But she pushed that thought away. Now was not the time. She focused on the building ache in her thighs and pushed herself more. She knew she couldn’t get far and that at some point her legs would give way. Already her breathing was labored and her legs felt like lead. She had ache in her body but the ache in her heart surpassed all other bodily pain. She was wearing warm clothes and they already felt like burden on her body. The jeans suddenly felt too rough, too tight. As she once more boosted herself, she tripped and fell face first on the side of the road. The ground rose to welcome her and hit her squarely on the face. She tasted blood on her lips as she tried to absorb the shock of tripping and the intense pain building in her left cheek. It was all bruised. Great! So much for running away.
She paused and hauled herself into a sitting position and laid her head back onto the yellow milestone. She looked at the sky and saw that the stars were out. Her rational part kept shouting at her to turn around and go back home and be taken care of. But the angry side of her wanted to go on even if it meant getting lost into wilderness or even death. She looked around herself and found that she was in the middle of nowhere. Yes! That is what she wanted, right? She wavered knowing if she went on this road, she would face a lot of problems. But that would be easily dealt with. The problems back at home were unbearable. Shaking her head, she got up. Looking to her left into the open plain before her. She slowly walked off the road and started her journey into unknown.

The plot is simple. A teenage girl, tired of pretending her life is awesome. She is tired of having a plastic smile on her face. She needs liberation. She wants freedom from the pain in her heart. And this time she is set out of find “inner peace”.

Farewells : Not My Thing


I hate farewells but I am a person who faces farewells almost all the time. Its like the more I hesitate to say goodbye, the more farewells I am forced to give. The only farewell that I will rejoice in is the one I give to my school next year! Happy times! 🙂
According to me, farewells are very nasty. They make people feel helpless as the person for whom they care is slipping away and they cannot do anything about it.
Today my brother went to jammu for his entrance coaching. True, its important for him to go but its harder for mum and me. Since it leaves us two alone. I know I know, how can two people be alone ?
But together we feel that. Sigh!
When my sisters come from delhi during their weeks off, I am ecstatic but when its time for them to go back,I feel awful. The house feels empty.
At times, it feels like the world is moving while I am at rest. It feels I dont move at all. Stuck to a single place without change.
The new school year will begin in a few days. I am not looking forward to it at all. Sigh!
Its going to be hectic as hell.
Still, my fingers are crossed that I might find something good for myself this year. 🙂

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Should I ?


I am thinking of writing a novel. I wonder uf I will be able to pull it off. I dont think I have that much of patience or imagination. Sigh!
I am thinking I might give it a try. But what do I write about ?
Thats another of my dilema. Humph!
How do I start? What would it be ?
But I think I should start writing. Thats all I can do, right ?
No hidden talents … Hahaha !
Anyways, would love your opinion too, if u have any 😉
If I decide to write, I will post the title and the idea of the book. What if I finish it ? 😀

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Death


We die in the end.
All of us fight hard in life to achieve, to succeed in life but dont realise that it is all in vain. Its sad to see what our lives really are. Its all meaningless. We are meaningless people who have meaningless illogical lives. We dont understand what we are doing. We go with the flow. It is sad what we have, what we do!
Its like fate is mocking us, spiralling us on its orders while we dont realise it. Its a pitious situation. We cant even sympathise as we dont realise what we do.
Death is a part of our lives. It is the only part with significance. From the day we are born, we are in danger of dying. We live in fear. We dont realise it but we are all afraid of the future. We are never sure if we will live to see the next day. People often say that the best way to die is old age. But old age is a curse. So many problems one faces. Being old is difficult.
On the other hand, dying young is considered awful. It is true. When a young person dies, his wishes, his hopes, his dreams, his aspirations die with him. He does not die alone. His family dies with him. They live on forward but their spirit dies with that person.
Death is both a blessing and a curse. Blessing as it provides relief from the hardships and sorrows of this world. Curse, as it proves to be a deathblow to a person’s family.
When my dad died, his condition was so worse that it was a relief for him. But at the same time, for me it was …
There are no words, none at all to describe the feelings as I saw my dad lying there lifeless!
We dont have a choice. We are helpless, vulnerable to all that this world has to offer.

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