Dream Big ♛

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 grand...

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 in...

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 s...

Though this is for anyone who faces depression, I can't really dedicate it to them because everyone has been sad before. Sadness is a weird emotion. Apart from the obvious, it's different from happiness for a key reason. It's easier to remember a sad moment than a happy moment. I had a dog named Leo and it's easier to recall how disappointed I was when we gave him away rather than how content I was when he was there. So before I turn this into a depressing story or article, let me tell you one thing. You cannot stay down in a boxing ring. You will always get back up for the fight. This is a collab poem I wrote with Divya and it was awesome working with her. Hope you like it! Sadness curls around your heart, You fight her in vain but all hope is lost. An infernal storm fires up inside, All your joy has been turned to dust. Your soul has had too much to take, You see an array of decisions that you could make. The gloom settles in, the curtains l...

Dedicated to Vidushi who's in India and Yadhavi and who is in California because they're both really sweet people and can make anyone smile :) xx Remember when you were a child Young, naive and carefree Not caring what anyone thought As long as you were happy. Then something came along, You fell and scraped an elbow As fast it came, the smile vanished And all you remembered was the sorrow. Happiness is like a moon. You see it now, You see it then, It disappears, It comes back again. But just because we don’t see it, That doesn’t mean it’s disappeared It might be covered by the clouds But it always will be there. Happiness will never leave Even if there’s a wave of grief But it can still be fleeting and fast, Just nurture it and make it last. When you see the dazzling moon, Forget about the future and past Don’t think about the clouds that cover it Just cherish it until it lasts At moments the cloud might take...

This is the prologue to a story that I've started working on :) Hope you enjoy! Dedicated to all my friends who definitely inspired the characters you'll meet in chapter 1. Chapter 1 will be published later. The old woman refilled her cup of tea and smiled at the three boys, the wrinkles on her face showing age. It was their first day of fifth grade, and they had come back with excitement written all over their faces. She marvelled at how different the friends were from each other. Her grandson or The Chief, as nicknamed by his friends, sat on the plush couch, his legs crossed. He was burly and large like his father, and always had a sullen, stubborn expression. He did not talk as much as the others, but with one look you could tell that he was a natural leader. Next to him sat her grandson’s best friend Slash, the cheeky one of the group. He was the one with the best jokes, and the one who was the teacher’s favorite. With his brown hair and green eyes, Slash had a char...

Dedicated to anyone who wants to make the world a better place.  Sometimes I like to wonder, How the world would be. If the poor would have money, And the blind were able to see. The ones who were scared would never have a fear, And the ones sad at heart would not shed a tear. The ones who are at war would lay down their weapon, and the ones filled with hatred would show some affection. No one would be bullied, abused or even shoved, The world would have nothing, but happiness and love. A boy could like pink, if that’s what made him happy, Religious beliefs and views would be accepted by society. Everyone belongs, acceptance is a must, All would be treated with some kindness and some just. A world as great as this, seems too good to be true, Because we have all experienced suffering, But isn’t there anything we can do? There's a soul in every body That we're just yet to find. But all we really need, Is an open heart and mind. ~Pratya :) Comment be...