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Free

This is dedicated to Vivien because I use the name Violet haha
This is just the first part of my story, I didn't want to put too much in one post. 


“Tell me a story,” she says.

The pulsating glow of the fire illuminates the dark night. The campfire continues to blaze and the wind blows harshly, as if determined to extinguish the fire. Charred marshmallows lay on the ground and a crooked tent is shabbily set up nearby. Apart from hoots of owls and the sound of wind blowing against the tent, it is a quiet night.

“Tell me a story grandma,” the girl repeats. Her bright blue eyes are wide with anticipation and for a second, the old lady thinks she's looking at her son, the girl's father. She closes her eyes and leans back against the rocking chair. It seemed like only yesterday. As if it were yesterday that the girl had been brought into the cruel world. As if it was yesterday when the girl’s parents had died, leaving the old lady with a five year old granddaughter to take care. It fe…

Falling Leaves

So I was supposed to write an article about nostalgia but I didn't know how to do it, so I wrote a poem instead. Dedicated to my cousins Aditya and Anjali. ♥

Theme creds: Ritu

She stands there proud and tall,
Leaves fluttering in the breeze,
Her stance is that of a queen
Arms stretched out toward the sky.

The grass underneath is wet with dew,
Her leaves' gossip is without an end,
Robin nests cover her hair,
Her wisdom protecting them all.

The sun gleams bright from above,
Children playing under her shade,
Her branches sway from side to side,
The eternal bliss evident on her face.

When autumn arrives,
summer takes its final breath.
The warmth disappears,
the cold creeps in instead.

She takes off her mask,
and the leaves begin to fall down.
Swirling and twirling till they hit the ground,
Leaves of orange, red and brown.

She stands still with shock,
Branches frozen in surrender.
The rain begins to pour,
Reflecting her dismay.

She feels sad and incomplete,
Nothing more than a smal…

Feminism

A slightly satirical article on society and feminism.
Dedicated to Ritu  because she's awesome ♥



Flowers are fascinating. When you think of flowers you might think of a breathtaking garden, a romantic bouquet or the vase of withered flowers that every family has had. You might even think of flowers that look pretty in your hair or on statues in temples. What’s common about all these things is that they’re used for decor and beauty. Flowers are a symbol of allurement. They solely seem to exist for the the purpose to look attractive. And that’s exactly how society views women.                
Let’s talk about feminism. Feminism is simply the the advocacy of women's rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men. In other words, it’s the enforcement that men and women should have equal rights in all ways. But since when has society not exaggerated something that started out fairly innocent?
There are mixed opinions on feminism. Some women seem to have their ow…