A source of immense happiness and joy, the best companions whether you are chilling at home or stuck in traffic, they can change your mood and make you smile, get rid of those unwanted thoughts, feelings of sadness and loneliness and take you to places never imagined, they are your mentors, your guide, your buddy to laugh and cry with and with them you make lifetime memories. Books are the best gifts you can give someone (me), just like a bouquet of flowers, they will never fail to light up your mood and your mind. Read read read, it’s all that matters, stories will always hold a special place in our hearts.
Aaina was the smartest 14-year old girl in school and she was pretty too. Everyone wanted to be her friend especially boys. They would wait outside the girls hostel to get a glimpse of her. They would often follow her on the streets, some of them would walk in groups behind her and call her names, some on bicycles would stop and ask her if she wanted a ride, some would compliment her, “Aaj toh mast lag rahi ho!” If she looked at a guy mistakenly, then he would assume that she likes him and go to the extent of writing love letters and then would wrap them around stones and throw at her hostel room’s window.
The girls in school did not want to be with her or around her because they felt she was attracting unnecessary attention and some envied her for her looks. She did not know whom to complain, or what to do. Aaina did not ask for any of this she was embarrassed, frightened, ashamed, and started hating the way she looked. But she did not give up, there was a fire burning inside her. She had a burning desire to fix these problems, a desire to make women feel safe when they leave their homes without having the fear of being harmed by men. She wanted to protect women and fight for the rights that they equally deserve.
She walked down the busy market streets in her scallop dress, smiling and greeting at all only to be rushed and pushed around. Her desire was to be ordinary but how could she, she was a cut above the rest.
He sat perched atop an elongated spire of an old Gothic church watching the children play in the park. The evening Christmas lights lit up the streets of Amsterdam, the sound of bells and laughter jingled in the air. Gargo the Guardian let out a sigh of smoke as his absent-forgotten-heart secretly desired to glide down and dance with the crowd. But getting closer to the ground would only evoke fear, screams, and frowns. Alas, no one remembers that our dear gargoyle is no monster, he is an angel in the skies. ❤
When you’re up on the mighty mountains, slithering into the sleeping bag after a long day’s hike, watching the night sky with the fire logs burning on the side and not caring a damn about the world you left behind.
They asked her to keep it simple. Play it safe. With black and blues Whites and grays. To which she obliged. But sometimes she would get away To patch up with life By setting ablaze the town With her flamboyant gowns.