SRH VS RCB As a fan completely disappointed(worried).It's just the beginning of the tournament so let's hope for the best.Happy if the SRH team management look out for the right team combination. (Orangearmy☺❤)
A Bizarre day,when the gleam of the sinking sun just left the two souls starring at each other.As the clock was struck at 5' they were alarmed to fill their taste palettes with some tidbits.But those hands went in search of something to munch on were taunted by those empty wraps. "Nothing..." "Nothing..." "So,shall we order something,"said the naive soul. "No,we'll get habited towards it.Then it may change like need to want,as days pass",said the old fashioned soul. Slowly the conversations stopped yet the craving not. With tangled thoughts and there she heard a voice sounding within herself to show-off the cooking skills. With some back ground score around,the charismatic soul left to do something.Yes,something. Because she never knew what had to be done and how it should be done. But she knew something has to be done. "Something!"(May be something that can fill her intense carving.) The"Helping hand" not in person, but the bread pack, her eyes glittered like never before with some hope. Those "apprentice" again not in person,this time tomatoes and onions.The "Managers",salt and pepper were also taken. There striked a most important question,"What has to be done now?" "I am there to help you" said those Sauce and Cheese bottles. "Sandwich",asked the old fashioned soul. But the naive one had other plans. "Toasted,chopped,fried and flavoured.Yes,everything is done.But wait,tasting." The tasting was done by the spectator of the mess done by the little one.While tasting,one was completely filled with anxiety and the other was just taking time to answer the anxious soul. "Does it tastes good",asked the anxious soul. "Nah..it's not good.But it's great."he replied. (I killed my ego to say this,he added)
I was left alone to make peace out of my own company even though there were lot of people around enjoying those moments with all smiles.A stage with beautiful decor and the beautiful souls on the dais were looked as though the match made in heaven dolled up to the nines.The smile on their faces brought me smiles but for some other reason. Those Melodious songs,that was all the solace I could muster.Just adding flavour to the scene,my eyes caught sight of a familiar face.My heart wished to have a word with him and my mind was reluctant to do that."N" number of thoughts were flowing through my mind whether he would recognise me or not.So,I intentionally changed my direction to my seat.Then I heard a voice,"Hey..Abi."That call just left me clueless and I slowly turned towards his side controlling my smiles."How are you?You have grown up but not height wise",saying this he started smiling.Those conversation we had reminiscing our good old days moved the clock quickly."It's time to leave",said my brother beside me. On set I had hard time enjoying my own company but at the end my heart was filled with happiness refusing to leave from the place.On the way back home I realized that I would have definitely regretted for not greeting him.But now my heart is filled with the beautiful convo we had.❤ Sometimes it's better to listen to your heart because you'll never end up with a regret.
Friend1:Hey..This time definitely RCB will be the IPL 2021 Champions. Friend 2:Hey..This time definitely CSK or MI will be the champions and there's no chance left for other teams. Friend 3:(*that KL Rahul Fan)I think so there's a chance for Punjab kings. Me:Everyone are just boasting of their favourites but no one is really trying to rationally justify who'll be the Champions. The real me:Srh..Srh..Go Go..here we go we are the Orange army.... (NEED SOME RATIONAL JUSTIFICATION..NOT JUST BOASTING THE TEAMS)
One of my mate called me and we were chatting about studies and so on.Then I asked,"How's your love life?" Then she opened up every penny thing happend.In between the convo I stopped her and said these are too small things and for this you'll feel bad. What made me to stop her- She:There's a girl who always comment on my BF's post. Me:Okay,so what? She:He replies her with" ❤..." (*Me~Trying to make fun of her)
And atlast she replied"Idhellam unaku nadakum podhu dhan purium." (*Me-Paused for a moment ) And for the first time I felt what my friend told really made sense.
I realized someone starring at me.(Let me introduce her -She is Asha-The Golden Retriever).I somehow understood why she is starring at me.It's been four years exactly as she walked into our house like she already belonged there.So,her stare made me to pen this write-up to celebrate her presence. She is someone who always like to be loved by everyone and seeks attention from her closest one's often.The one soul who always waits for me from the time when I leave the house.As soon as I return she races towards me and loves to get my ID card.She is someone who always like to be called as "Good girl" for each and every act she does.(Sit,stay,get up,down,shake hand-And now call me Good girl) I always feel I am being watched by her.Whenever I open a pack(biscuit or chocolates)she'll be there by my side(like-pangu peeri,pangu peeri).It's been four years since I had a chocolate or biscuit alone.Now it's almost impossible for me to be without her.And yeah she is often recognized as "Dad's little princess,Mom's favourite child(kadai kutty singam),Brother's annoying sis and my "Best friend"(En nanbiyae,nanabiyae)."
There were a circle of students donned in blues had their eyes fixed on a board which had an expo of finest performers.I found myself completely surrounded with the verbal exchanges of those around me.A few were mocking them and a few were clueless how science students topped and I was left alone to gaze all those chaos.Eventhough I didn't wish to utter anything my allies triggered my school of thoughts.My clueless soul muddled on hearing those statement that were mixed with admiration and envy.Some were mocking them whether they grind away the concepts out there and so on.Sometimes in the urge of admiring one's accomplishment our psyche fails to recognize their efforts and instead passing mischievous comments.As I said it completely triggered my thoughts though I didn't utter a single word.Then I walked out of the cluster to catch up with my bud.So,without expressing my thoughts with them I left as my closest one too had their say. And the thought articulated in the form of a write-up now.
(P.S-Oruthar nalla padiklanalum muttal nu solrom,oruthanga nalla padichu Mark eduthalum muttal nu solrom..apo idha solra namellam yaru nu our thadava kooda nenachi paaka matrom)
A Thousand Splendid Suns is a classical narration of thirty years of Afghan history.~Khaled Hosseini
Hosseini’s story-telling approach in writing his novel is highly appreciated .The method he chose as it gave a more accurate view into the matters of Afghanistan’s feminist struggles.
It's a fictional novel by Khaled Hosseini that follows the journey of two Afghani women, Mariam and Laila. They were growing up in different cities with different backgrounds and suddenly in the middle of the book, their paths intervene having both been married to one man, named Rasheed.
“A Thousand Splendid Suns” pretty much lets those splendid suns shine on these two women Mariam and Laila as fictional examples of what actually happened to thousands of Mariams and Lailas in Afghanistan.
The novel is designed in a way in which the narrative throughout the storyline switches between Mariam and Laila in order to provide readers with a closer look towards their feelings and emotions all through the book. The purpose of the book is to explore the multifaceted difficulties Afghani women tend to face in their everyday lives, such as their lack of rights, their suffering from domestic violence, and their endurance of patriarchal issues.
The book shows how ruthless time is and how fate toys with people. But amid the cruelty and grief of war we see a story of touching – and at first glance, improbable – friendship, support, and indestructible love.❤
"One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”
Students... "LAST 5 MINUTES",said the invigilator. "Yes,last five minutes",with a pounded heart-(me 2 myself) Within five minutes I am going to leave the classroom but this time not with an anxiety to return for another exam and meet my people.But bidding a final adieu from the place which gave me a lot of memories and life lessons to remember and I call them as "Happy days."
~Struck in the series of examinations I even forgot the fact that everything is going to end in a few days.With a lot of emotions I penned this and the write-up may be undersized but I conveyed what I actually felt. (Reminder- It may trigger boundless emotions if you empathize yourself in that position❌)
#remainsc#writersbay #writingcontest#creativearena #ceesreposts @mirakee@writersnetwork We are not here For Forever We came with a purpose At an appointed time When our cycle gets completed We have to move back So We must do so many good deeds With true believe in God Followed by our sincerety and Trueness .. Which may be conveyed by any means...so Something must be done... to remain alive in everyone's minds forever.. Bcz then our works and words speaks for us. .and we remain near to our close ones always***
One more day of being alone One more step taken to feel happiness I found nothing as Nothing lies there Probably I was being mistaken into Following the step I thought I am getting it, but no It was nothing but another lie. I was left with an utter silence and Laden with constant questions and A plenty of thoughts. The heart feels heavy A feeling, which isn't a new thing I hide it, always, From myself From everyone I ignore it, Because I don't want to feel it Don't know why? I try exhaling out To feel at ease even with the lying burden But I do not succeed, Dwelling on old memories I stay enclosed The one's I never told The one's that stayed silent Just for me It rests there peacefully It feels more heavy, It keeps pressing more and more The heaviness gets added more and more Making me uneasy, breathless While pain pouring out of my heart. A feeling that can't exactly be described more than that For its puzzling perplexity and Inconclusiveness It is there since a long time But I got no name for it, Only I'm aware of.
Dear ballerina, dance like it's the first time, for a longer while, stumble on the ground, with uneven steps, hold the air in your arms, ask the trees to swing along with you, do not pressure on anything, add some colours onto the sand, dance. stars will add the glitters at night, nightingales will serve the date, brook will flow with the melody, moonbow will end your dance, the sun might visit to be your audience.
/your own concert, your own life. add all that you want, remove nothing./
kiss your own flaws, try not to repeat, every move should be new, every stare is at you, enjoy the spotlight, shadows will not bother you, nor anyone's applause.
/The one who should applaud is you. For yourself./
Unlimited cup of good deeds An overflowing cup of love A dozen heaps of kindness A litre of forgiveness 1 gallon of positivity 1 pinch of generosity A spoonful of care and understanding A dash of smile and laughter An ounce of patience A zest of trust A cup of faith and hope A sprinkle of prayers and gratitude
Before you will start, be sure to wash your hands to get rid the dirt from your past Enjoyed mixing the unlimited cup of good deeds and dozen heaps of kindness Gently spread generosity and positivity Stir thoroughly a good understanding and tender care Adding an ounce of patience to make it more delicate with a zest of trust For you to achieve the overflowing kind of love Add on some sweet smile and laughter Garnish with faith and hope And don't forget to sprinkle a genuine gratitude and a heartfelt prayers Considering an amount of forgiveness is needed to come out the desired savoury taste
Note: Serve and share it wholeheartedly as often to your friends and to others who would loved it