Draft by Draft: The Narrowing Lens of “Stranded” — Discover

At Brevity, Jill Talbot, author of the memoir The Way We Weren’t, gives us a masterclass in revising our writing after rejection: “So many times, we have to get out of our essay’s way.”

via Draft by Draft: The Narrowing Lens of “Stranded” — Discover

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Its not always you

maybe its them

they may have a problem

dont blame yourself

don’t take it too serious

life is too short, masha Allah

Maybe they had a bad day, Alhamdullilah

they needed  a scape goat, well fine

it ended up being you, coincidentally yet unfortunately

its just their insecurities, subhanallah

they are portraying it on you, masha Allah

Get over it , The world does not hate you

Its all fine, get yourself some tea

light up  a candle, extinguish that flame of doubt

It was not you, maybe its just them

 

 

THE life I’ve always wanted

“In the end, the basic ingredients of existence never falter, whether you’re flying business or red-eye economy, or staying home.” Erin at outerNotes reflects on the lifestyle of a worldly jet-setter and wonders whether she’s “made it.”

via On That Life I Always Wanted — Discover

pinterest and I

lets say i discovered pinterest a few months after the hype about it was over and i was officially under the rock as usual, lol ! ok so i started becoming with pinterest to the point where i thought it was part of my checklist of life to fulfil most pointers ideas, haha none till date has worked out probably because I’m too lazy to actually do it. my gallery of people on pinterest is awesome though i have to do a little of self praisal here, as usual i have a test coming up but pinterresy here we come

a link to a beautiful gallery you won’t regret it,

people

 

I will probably do a whole post on a sad news that struck me badly about Raudha’s death and a gallery to celebrate her life.

and BYe !

On jealousy and Envy

Hey people , its another sunday but the previous week was filled with a rice poem , so here comes the most anticipated one, *drum roll*

So this is on Anger and frustration in actual sense

It wishes to consume you

like a lighter to an oil lamp

the fire was ignited

It burned and stung so much

like an explosion , it threatened to escape

the latter , like an itch

you can’t reach

Yet it keeps nibbling at you

calling on you , reminding you of its presence

Urging you to act upon its wishes

To make you a fool of yourself

A shadow of your former self

A temporary king and victor

Permanently vanquished in the eyes of all

 

 

 

 

 

for the love of rice

Now i know whats probably on your mind as a reader, that oops here she comes again, she probably ate rice and can’t keep shut or its the santi, the rice was talking it possessed me “but no! ” in my beyoncé voice, it was just as inspiration goes, so without further a do, can you guess i have been watching nach baliye and i don’t care whether its divek or ishima and vivek but i want them to win.

rice rice rice oh what have you done to man on earth

you so plain looking yet exquisite

savoury and sweet as in pudding or salty and fried as in naasi goreng

even while bare you roar up a fight

from the commoners to the rich you are best to all

with the best stir fry you create a tamashah ( ruckus )

with the least of ketchups you make ears roll

to the hungry stomach you are music

jollof rice na you ; nations are at twitter wars for you

fried chicken is your icing on the cake

maggi is the sugar in your tea

pepper is the key to your flavour

tomato is the door to your beauty

sorry for the interruption in the book please a round of applause for rice, thank you, now for the loverrs of rice, just think about the best rice you have had in a while, now use the brain cells you have left after all that sweet memory to give rice a huge round of applause.

A snippet of my book on wattpad  A heart for the slum

On 50 Posts On WordPress!

so why not add this to the on series, I’m so amazed and proud of myself yes a bit of self love here

I never thought i could do it considering my schedule of school and all that but it has come through

Alhamdullilah , I am so grateful for this opportunity and to my readers, i would just like to say A deep sa thank you as well, mein bohut Khosh ho { I am very happy }

i will hopefully follow this up with a surprising shenanigan of mine , definitely something to cheer us all up , nothing too deep or emotional or senti, overthinking NAH !

I just Realized this post is having five poorly constructed stanzas , can’t call them paragraphs either, my english teacher would not be proud, but its okay Ms. Shruti

And bYE !

Incase no one has realized the whole small b , capital YE is intentional , not a typo just another KHoob si shenanigan.