Beautiful

String words along, bead by bead
I will adorn my mind with your verses.
You look at ink with a lover's gaze.
I will try and never let it lessen my feelings.
Envy shall never overpower my love.
And I give you me willingly
For someday, I hope, that in your eyes, I am just as beautiful as your poetry.

Goodnight x

Remember Me?

You gave me your jacket that windy day we went horse riding

And clasped my hand tight running downhill when we couldn't hear anything 

except the wind and the blood rushing in our heads.

We laughed through the pants and the gasps till our sides hurt

Then we ate too many mini strawberry sundaes 

and played charades with everybody on the bus.

I guessed that movie you had completely made up, and your friends were mad.

The day I couldn't stop crying, you sat with me through breakfast, lunch and karate class patiently as I spoiled your favourite white shirt.

The twins kept telling everybody how it was a relief that she was gone 

but I had you and we missed her together.

You slept with my hands in your hair on the bus our way home

And during the pit stop we shared the cotton candy you bought for me, 

claiming you hated it and didn't want one for yourself.

We were so young and naive and quite cute.

I wonder if we have ever crossed paths these past seven years. I wonder what you look like now. I wonder if you ever think about me. Do you even remember me?

"Your mom's a dyke,isn't she?"

I was just walking down the hallway in the morning, making my way to my art class when I noticed a few people staring and pointing at me. I let it go, I was a little sleep deprived, and I thought maybe I was seeing things.

The stares got to get worse I realized. I could hear whispers, but what had I done? I didn't remember doing anything that could cause all of that! I averted my gaze and walked to my next class looking solely at the floor. I had already checked for any marks on my face or anything physically wrong, but I had come up with nothing .. I just wanted to go home. I felt insecure.. And vulnerable. So very vulnerable. As the teacher began to tell us about the evolution of language, a crumpled ball fell on my desk. I couldn't figure out who threw it at me, I opened it anyway.

"Your mom's a dyke, isn't she?" it read. 

I stared at the piece of paper, lost for words. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think .. I could hear my blood rush in my head but all I could do was stare at that sentence..

My mother had just recently come out and was currently in a relationship with this gorgeous female friend of hers.

How'd I feel about it? Really, I was happy.

That's not to say my mom and dad were horribly rude with each other or anything, but he'd left us almost a decade ago. And I could see how happy my mom was,now. Sure, it was a LOT to take in, but I was happy for my mom.  I struggled to find a way to answer this note. It hit upon me that even if I ignored this one, there'd always be others. We lived in a small town, we didn't really have a lot of drama going on. So this was bound to be the 'it' news on the grapevine for long. I, I didn't even know what I wanted to say..

The bell rang and I ran to the washroom and locked myself in a cubicle. My palms were sweaty and I felt like throwing up. 

Finally, a quarter of an hour later, I made my way out. Only to be blocked by some people I didn't expect.

They were sniggering and I knew what this was about. I mumbled an excuse trying to get past them. In vain.

"Maybe all your mom needs is a man to please her. And she'll forget this bullshit dyke shit. I've seen your mom, she looks so good, damn, I'd totally hit that" Jake said, hi-fiving his friend John.

His crass words were like knives. Is this what they thought of my mom? Is this what everyone wanted to say? I felt warm salty tears wet my cheeks before I even realized I was crying. I stood there for twenty minutes while they said worse things about their anatomy and how exactly would they convince mom to become straight. I gasped at some of the things they said, but I wanted it to get over. I wanted to go home. I just wanted to get the hell out of school and cry in my room....

"At school I would get people coming up to me and saying, your mum's gay. And I was like - it started to get to me because I realised then it wasn't normal, it was different. I sort of felt picked on and the amount of times I went to see the teachers and they said, just ignore them, they'll get bored. They never did get bored."  [Source]

Whether or not you are a supporter of the LGBTQ community, it is your responsibility as a human being to not only try and be as accepting of people as you can but also raise your children well. 

You may not believe or advocate Queer Pride, but what makes you special enough to bully or abuse someone who is? WHO ARE YOU? Just because heterosexuals are in majority doesn't make it right for you to trouble and ruin the lives of others.

Did you know that LGBTQ youth has the highest suicide rates, comparatively? This is generally always linked to homophobic attitudes and bullying. 

About 34,000 youth die every year making it the 3rd leading cause of death among LGBT individuals whose age ranges from 15 to 24. And this is still not the actual report since a lot of individuals do not come out.

According to a study in Taiwan, 1 in 5, or 20% of Taiwanese gay have attempted suicide.

Bullying isn't just physical. It could be sexual, verbal, emotional or cyber bullying. This has lead to the creation of projects such as :

• The Trevor Project
• It Gets Better

The 'It Gets Better' pledge goes as follows :
" Everyone deserves to be respected for who they are. I pledge to spread this message to my friends, family and neighbors. I'll speak up against hate and intolerance whenever I see it, at school and at work. I'll provide hope for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and other bullied teens by letting them know that it gets better."
I took the pledge.. Have you?

Some of the NGOs in India that do amazing work and function as gay/lesbian support groups can be found here, some queer support groups can be found here. 

This is a list of helplines.

The Humsafar Trust has been working for the LGBTQ community since 1994 with their various projects spanning health care, support, project management, community work, counseling, etc.

'Labians' = Lesbians and Bisexuals in Action is an autonomous and non funded, queer feminist collective of lesbian, bisexual and transgender women since 1995. They can be mailed at : streesangam@gmail.com , and their helpline 09833278171 is open on Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays from 5pm-8pm.

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Disclaimer : The post is liberal dramatization based on a quote of actual events. It is a work of fiction.

I'm Falling For You

Sipping cold juice, on the grass.

Oblivious of everybody, the world spins so fast.

Look into your eyes and I see your love,

Shining and sparkling, stay with me.

Run your hands on my back, you know my weak spots,

My fascination, since day one you have caught.

Smooth your hair with my hands and now I'm gone,

You put me up on cloud nine and I need you now.

You have got me falling for you, fast and how!

Catch me baby, catch me, hold me tight.

Make me smile, make me laugh, we 'll set it right.

The people are looking, but I don't care, 

I see you looking at me, I can't break my stare.

My heart skips a beat and gives me a scare!

Catch me baby, catch me, take me close.

How long will this last, oh no one knows.

But right now you are my star and that's all I know.

So take me dancing, proper and slow.

Make me fall harder, make me fall in love.

Your hand fits mine, perfectly like a glove.

So catch me baby, catch me, coz I'm  falling for you!

Have a beautiful week ahead people. :] x

They were watching her like a hawk, judging her.

(Finally I wrote a fictional post again. YAYY :D | Do read & lemme know how you found it!)

*********

She did things. She thought it was finally to put the past behind her, to move on.

Meera woke up early next morning, she wanted a proper new started, even if that meant going to bed early and waking up in dire need of coffee to find enough strength to brush her teeth!

She switched her phone on and went to freshen up. She returned to find 2 text messages. On was the standard spam message about winning a UK lottery. She shook her head and continued to the 2nd one.

It read :
" Hey there M! Good morning gorgeous. I wish you all the very best on this whole new start. And if you need someone to remind you that it is a brilliant plan when you start to lose faith, you have me. Have a great day! X"

This brought a radiant smile to her face! She knew she could count on him.. And this just went on to prove her right!

She replied with a thanks and went on with her day with boosted confidence.

(9 pm)

Meera had had a long day. But she felt good, she was still humming to herself. She decided to go online for a while to kind of take a break. She deserved it, she said to herself.

As she scrolled through the statuses and photos smiling every now and then, a chat box popped up.

• "How are you doing Meera?! It's been so long! What's up girl?"
• Hi .. I'm doing pretty good, thanks :) How are you?
• "What's going on in life? UPDATE ME! :D"
• Haha, not all that exciting Ria. Just a new job. It's going pretty good, today was my first day. The office looks wonderful Ria, you'd love it!
• "That sounds nice! I'm happy for you!"
• Aww. Thank you! What's new with you?
• "Ah, nothing. Same old, same old. Achha listen, what's with the new boyfriend haan?"
• I'm sorry, what? Come again? WHAT BOYFRIEND?!!
• "You're talking to me babe, drop the act. Heard you're all lovey dovey with Ranjith-whats-his-name .. ?!
• I thought you knew better than that Ria. Guess not! What the hell? We're just close friends. What is wrong with you people?
• "Whoa , slow down there. You broke Mayank's heart 6 months ago. Now you're talking a lot with this guy, at least that's what the rumors state. Of course people are going to assume y'all are together. DUH."
• Even if I am dating him, IF, how is it anyone's bloody business? And guess what, I didn't "break his heart" just for my own entertainment. It wasn't workin... never mind, why should I keep explaining myself to everyone! You know what? Think whatever you want. I don't give a shit. And you can tell your 'rumor mills' to get a life and STOP. SPECULATING. ABOUT. MINE!

She didn't tell anyone but after that day, she felt her world crashing down on her. No longer was she happy about the beautiful day. She thought about what she could do to stop all this as tears streamed down her face.

Why, when she was trying her hardest to move on, were they stuffing it in her face? Why wouldn't they leave her alone? When would they ever stop judging her?

Just because she ended one relationship, did that mean they would continue to look at her this way all the time? 

She sighed. The clock struck twelve. She was going to have a long day tomorrow as well. She sniffed, wiped her face and eased herself onto the bed.

*********

What'd you think about that? :] 

My Dirty Little Secret.

Because once you tell them, they'll never look at you the same way again.

Eyes masked and veiled,

My lips are sealed.

I won't let you in on

My Dirty Little Secret.

(Just random. Popped into my head)

New Beginnings! (A Short Story)

" .. But I can't!" she ended, looking away.

"You can.. Of course you can! You know I love you, always have, always will. Just this once, forget what your mind is trying to tell you. Please, I'm begging you, begging you for one chance .."

She was hurt. And betrayed. And lost.

It took her months to begin to accept that it really was over .. Why would she want to go down the same path? Isn't it said that once you repeat it, it's no longer a mistake, it is stupidity.

"What about Perth? The cat you promised you'd get me? What about our engagement? Why?" she'd shouted that night, her mind refusing to believe he would desert her just like that.

"I know what you're thinking.. I am not him Beth, you know me!" he said, trying to convince her.

"I thought I knew him too..." she trailed off.

* 2 days later*

"You're my friend. And because of you, actually make that, thanks to you, I could survive what happened. You're why I didn't give up, you're why I threw away physically, and mentally, everything that I'd been carrying all these years. 

You're the reason I want to be new. More. Better.

And hey, I say, let's give it a try!" she messaged him.

To New Beginnings! :]

Maira.

" .. And that was the end of my hair problems!" Maira ended, which was followed by great exclamations, encouraging whoops and applause.

She exited the stage and happened to bump into a fairly good looking young woman. 

"Maira?"

"It's m'am to you" came the quick reply from somewhere in the crowd surrounding this famous beauty.

"Wait, have I seen you somewhere?" Niki asked Maira.

"Figure it our yourself Miss Bully" she muttered under her breath and left.

Niki was bewildered for quite some time .. Firstly she was late and she missed the chance of interviewing Miss Universe 2012 Maira, she was sure to get it tomorrow at the office. But that, strangely enough, wasn't what was nagging at her mind.. 'What did she mean by that sentence? Bully? What's she talking about?' Niki thought, as she got out of the lift, walking towards her house.

She entered to see her roommate stretched on the couch, watching television. The channel was broadcasting Maira's interview/press conference.

" .. and hey, I didn't get here unscathed. I was bullied. In school, oh yeah, don't gasp or look at me like that, I was bullied. But I wasn't all that fat, or ugly, and I wasn't hit, well then what happened? Let me tell y'all.

I was the only girl in my class who never did anything to my hair. I had pretty decent black locks which went down my lower back, which I always kept braided or tied up in a ponytail whenever I left home.

My parents were pretty conservative, not the type to keep me in the dark about boys and growing up and everything, but I wasn't raised up in a surrounding that made me want to experiment and color my hair. Among all the straightening, curling, bonding, streaking and dyeing, my hair was always the constant. Now a lot of girls kept getting mad at me because the teachers would always reprimand them, but since there was no such rule that said we couldn't do whatever we wanted with our hair, they could do nothing but lecture the class. The teachers would often take my name as an example, but hey, I wasn't some teacher's pet or anything. Far from it" Maira said, and giggled, her endearing dimples on display.

"I went to parties, I played basketball, I studied too, but was pretty average. The girls in my class would put chits into my bag calling me names, they would prank call at my house at times too.

So this goes out to every girl who oils her hair because she's not scared of being branded a behen-ji or boring. To that girl who doesn't fall prey to whatever the current hair fashion is. To that girl who ties her hair up simply. To every girl out there watching, who has being laughed upon because of her plaited hair, I survived it, and came out strong. And so shall you!" Maira stated, the audience captivated by her story.

" That was then and now? Well I am here, in a press conference midst hundreds of people, and forget what those girls do for a living, I have almost forgotten their names and faces even! Life is hard. But the fruits of labor, of having dealed with crap people, it is worth it!" she concluded.

"Maira, what exactly do you do to maintain your hair?" a journalist asked.

By now, Niki was gaping at the screen, Maira was the girl she had bullied? This exotic looking beauty? She'd never realized how her actions could've affected someone. She removed the plug out of the socket and ran into her room.. She felt horrible. Her only solace was the thought that Maira deserved all of it. The hair, the beauty, the fame..

- THE END -

This an entry for the "... and that was the end of my hair problems!" contest by Dove on Indiblogger. This is their 'Hair Aware App' which not only checks how much you know about your hair, but also suggests the Dove shampoo&conditioner range best suited for your use. 

"You are so beautiful mom"

" .. But momma, why did they trouble you? You are so beautiful mom"

"Aww, thank you sweety. And they used to enjoy troubling me because when momma was a little girl, for 2-3 months, momma didn't have the hair she has now.. I was bald honey, and they used to enjoy poking fun of it, and me."

" .. One day, as Kayla, Josh and their friends were making fun of me not having hair, a small boy, about my height, came over to me and told them that he found me beautiful.." she said wistfully.
"And you won't believe how red, just like a tomato she'd turned!" Nathaniel added, with a laugh.
"Dadddyyy, you aa home" Lily squealed, running to hug him.

"Then what happen mommy?" Lily asked, settling comfortably on her father's lap.
"That boy and I soon became really close friends, he was the only one who would help me, sit beside me during lunch. In a week or two, we were practically inseparable. He was the first person outside my family I told that I had cancer and --"
"What is cancer mom? Is it like cooties?"
"It's a disease love. You will learn about it more in school when you grow up, okay? And I don't have it anymore, so you needn't worry." she added, reassuring her daughter.

"One day the bullying took a turn for the worse, and my best friend found me near the music room, crying my eyes out. I still remember the way he hugged me tight. It made everything seem bearable.. And then, then he told me he loved me. And I told him I love him too!" she completed, the beginning of a blush evident on her face.

"Then what mom?"

"He took me to his house that day. The two of us, hand in hand, walked up to his mom's room, where she managed a saloon. Apparently he had told her about me. And guess what Lily?" she asked, a grin illuminating her face.

"His mom had tons of wigs. Of so many styles and colors. His mom took a liking to me, and she made me sit on her chair for hours, and she set wig upon wig onto my head, till she was finally satisfied with how I looked. She gave me shoulder length curly hair. And let me tell you, I WAS IN LOVE! The way my curls swayed with every step I took, the way they would wrap themselves around my finger as I ran my fingers through my hair .. I can't thank her enough."

"We still have it Lil, come look" Nath said, opening the small drawer to reveal a curly haired wig.

"Then what happened mom?" the bright eyed 7 year old asked.
"Haha, she was slowly accepted by people at school hon, and in 2 months, her own hair grew out and she no longer needed the wig" Nath spoke.
"Slowly, everyone almost forgot about that year. My hair grew long and I made new friends, but his mom, if she wouldn't have been there, I'd probably not be here. She helped me when I really needed it and --"
"and that was the end of my hair problems!" Nath finished, trying to mimic her voice.

"Daddy, you are crazy! Who was that boy mom?"
"Yes Nath, but only my hair problems, but school, and actually all my problems. And baby, it was no one but your mad goofy dad!" she ended with so much love in her eyes.
"Aww, you two are the bestest pawents ever. That is so cute mommy. And daddy you were so nice. I also want someone like that.." Lily said.
"Not until you're 20" Nath said sternly, as Mary burst out laughing. "20? Really? But I always knew this would happen. Hahahaha, hilarious"
"Hilarious, oh I'll show you hilarious. And you too Lil, joining on your ma's team eh? Here comes the tickle monster...!" Nath shouted, as Lily tried to wriggle out in vain and tickled her and his gorgeous wife till they cried of laughter.



(I wanted to use a non celeb, but it might become a copyright issue. So yeah, imagine this hair, minus the face :P)
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"It's A Date!"

Economics class. She was so bored. She generally liked this teacher but god knows why, she was being too drab today. Stifling a yawn, she looked around the classroom. Alok met her eye with a tiny smile and she smiled back at him.

Girls usually swarmed all around him. THANKFULLY, he wasn't the typical douche. He was sweet and flirtatious, but hey, it was Alok, all bets were off!

"He's staring at you", Priya said, nudging Sneha and her cheeks flushed with color. She hesitantly looked up at him. He was grinning almost like he knew she was into him! He winked at her and then pretended to be fascinated with the textbook. That one wink, it caused flutterings in her stomach. It felt insanely good.

Break time, she ran away to the canteen to buy a sandwich, grinning from ear-to-ear.

Double psychology class, meant sitting in the front and taking down notes but today, today she wanted nothing but to stare at him. God certainly was listening to her because just then, Alok came to sit beside her.

Her cheeks were such a deep shade of red, that he couldn't help but pull her cheeks. By now, they had quite a few eyes on them, but they were in their own world, oblivious of everything and everyone but each other.

They were so immersed in each other, they didn't realize that the teacher along with the whole class, they were staring right at them. Thrown out of class, Sneha knew she should feel remorse but she didn't! Because free time = more time with Alok. And that was what she had wanted, wasn't it?

They sat on the stairs, not saying a word. He offered her one earphone and they sat there listening to music. He slowly scooted towards her, and put his arm around her shoulders. Her heart skipped a beat and try as she may, she couldn't conceal the happy look that spread through her face!

She looked at him. He looked back at her with those gorgeous eyes of his, framed with long lovely eyelashes, his look filled with adoration.

Words failed her and he seemed to realize that. He pulled her closer, smiled at her, and said, "Dinner tonight? Creme Center, I'll drop you home after. Please say yes? Please?".
"Yes!"
"It's A Date" they chorused together and reluctantly got up as the bell rang.

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Her Never Ending Nightmare.

I sit here, pushing down spoonfuls of ice cream down my throat. Tears stream down my face, I never knew we would fall apart. I thought it was some temporary thing.. Your parents, tension, this inflation and everything.

We used to be so amazing, I remember when J&S would always keep asking us how we'd never let it get ugly. Only if they could see us now.

Feels like it was just yesterday, when we were screaming in your living room. You saw me crying, but you kept on fighting. We fought and cried, and shouted some more. Finally, I left.

By now, just about everybody would have gotten to know.. About us.. Oh wait, there is no us anymore.

Feels like a never-ending nightmare.

"Is it over yet? Can I open my eyes? Coz this is hard as it gets, Is this what it feels like to really cry? Cryyy.." (Kelly Clarkson)

She Welcomed The Velvety Numbness.

She bit back another retort which had lodged itself onto her tongue at lightning speed. The unreasonable, illogically harsh words cut at her heart. She barely spoke unrestrained herself since the winter 6 years ago.
6 years ago.. When she was taught what happened to little girls who disobeyed her parents. She sub consciously rubbed the marks the lashing whip had left on her hip bones.

She clenched her teeth, her stomach squeezed and she had to hold onto everything to stop acting on her instincts and lashing out. She wouldn't cry. They weren't worth it. Never were.

She had tried running away. They always managed to find her. And she didn't even enough cash to leave this town behind.  She had been prepared for this. She had readied herself, since that incident 6 years ago. Because there was no one she had, who was worth enduring all of this.

She waited till the next day when her wretched father left for work and her so called mother went to buy groceries. Timing was crucial. Timing was everything.

She broke all of the glasses,one by one. She broke the glass bottles, all of them, on her head. The tiny shards pricked her head. They pierced her now blood-stained porcelain skin. Blood erupted from a dozen places. But she didn't stop. This was what she had wanted. The shards of glass were embedded into her skin. A pool of blood now was collected beneath her limp body.

The last bottle did it.. She couldn't move. She welcomed the velvety numbness, as it crawled all over her, suffocating her. She embraced the darkness as it creeped onto her. Her breath came out in short rasps as she waited for it to end. Finally.

"I am not sorry" she managed, before her body finally gave up.

P.S If you wanted a psychological insight into Suicide, check Hazel's latest post here.

P.P.S Isn't that signature cute? All thanks to Valli who writes brilliant poems. Check her blog here!

Maria, Oh Maria!

She stared down bravely. She knew what she was doing, rather she had planned this and she would carry on with the plan to the T.

She squeezed her eyes shut and her heart thumped loudly, she could hear her blood ringing in her ears. She sent a silent prayer to the man above, and jumped. Her lithe body, arms gracefully spread like an angel, she crashed into the icy dark waves. Her body tossed & turned like a ragged old mannequin. Her breath came in gasps as the salty water burned her eyes. Her body convulsed and the icy water began to freeze her lungs. She saw herself in kindergarten, performing ballet on the stage. She was 14 and was elected the head of the drama club. Her parents' 50th anniversary. Her first kiss. Her driving license. Her mind started to numb down, she knew it was time to say goodbye. But to whom? Her parents didn't want her. Her sister hated her. And she had no other family.

 'Maria, mariaa' she heard someone call.. Alex! Oh sweet Alex, her love, had come to save her. She pictured his perfect luscious lips, his rock hard abs, his yummy cologne, but he'd gone off with Anne...? Ah! He must have seen the error of his ways. Her body was tossed again and she felt the numbness set in to her very bones. Something warm touched her. Another person... She fluttered her eyelashes, trying to fight the exhaustion, she wanted to look into his electrifying blue eyes..one last time. She struggled and squinted, but she was met with a pool of warm chocolate staring back at her with worry,fear and something else too. Love. It was Zayn. 

She then realized it had been Zayn all along.

-Blahblaholic x

P.S Zayn coz Zayn Malik is drooolicious =D

55 Words #2

I want somebody like Jacob who can make me feel so safe and warm & love me, she thought aloud as she sat up one late night,doing her homework. 'Bang!' and her brain was splattered all over the wall. Because an Indian living in their neighborhood, they wouldn't take it lightly. And they didn't.

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Please excuse the recent posts. I've got loads of fiction warming up my drafts :D And it'll all be published little by little soon!
This blog will be completing one year, on the 1st of July. And I want to gain 200 followers by then. 24 followers to go, hopefully it'll happen *fingers crossed* If not, well, I'm happy with y'all <3

My foot injury, as some of you know, happened way back in November, which hasn't healed yet. Anyway the doctor has advised me to wear proper shoes and take care. Coz this can't be cured/put right. I also got this annoying as crap eye allergy 2 days which made me left eye swell up, itch and hurt and water like crazy. To be honest, I'm kinda at the end of my rope right now. There's just so many things a person can take at one time,yeah? Sigh.

Anyway, my friend Crystal has started a new blog where she is going to post fictional stories/poems/songs/artworks and the blog is --> The Heart Of A Writer

Do check it out. I particularly loved her recent story 'Never Is A Promise' which is incredibly intriguing and her first poem, 'Carla' which I found to be achingly beautiful <3 She's always been there reading my posts and leaving looong, lovely comments. Thank you and may you keep writing! 

For each one who read & commented & checked her blog <3 x

-Blahblaholic x

Awesome April #Day12

(Awesome April #Day12)

Memories. So many, flying around in front of my eyes,

Right from the first time we made small talk,to break the ice.

The stolen glances, the exchange of numbers, remember that text at 1?

The first date, the comfortable silences that followed, your removing the clip holding my bun,

You carved a special place for yourself, breaking through all my mental walls.

Only with you I'd go on random picnics and *shudders* huge malls!

A dozen scrapbooks wouldn't be enough to fill in your role in my life.

But that was in the past I say to myself, as I move forward in the line, put on a smile and congratulate you and your wife.

-Blahblaholic x

P.S : My life is kind of messed up at the moment. So I haven't really been visiting your blogs, I'm sorry, I'll try and get to them :) Also, thanks to BluBluBling, I can write when I want to coz of this Awesome April series!

Awesome April #Day 10

"I don't know where I'm going, but I like the direction!" 

So I finally said to myself, who am I kidding? I never wanted a 9-5 job anyway,

I'm going to chase all my dreams, why should it matter what people say?
So I grabbed a duffel bag and filled it with all my clothes, piled up the equipment and hit the road.
I was ready for this, I'd to anything to get there, no matter the load.
And look, I'm a wildlife photographer, been shooting 5 years now,

I party,I go on road trips, I work, I get paid, I'm enjoying my life,and how!
Yes, my parents did receive a lot of flak,
But I've done them so proud, they don't really care, Whenever the same relatives  come home, all my stories they share!

So chase your dreams, hit the road, click photos, or sing songs!
Society will judge you no matter what you do, so believe in yourself & stay strong!

[Day 10 of Awesome April, check out BlubluBling's post here.]

-Blahblaholic x

An Awesome April Post!

[To know more about this, head over to Blublubling's blog, here is the recent post. ]

Remember when you said it's me and you against the world? 

Remember when we'd meet, you'd take me in your arms and swirl me?

It's been a year since I've last seen your face,

And I go live the nightmare each day, the day I begged you and you didn't stay.

It's probably the best for you, I hope you're someplace with someone & you're happy.

And today, after all this time, I'm setting myself free

[This is just something random that I typed looking at this pic. :) ]
-Blahblaholic x

Tainted Innocence

Author's Note : Before reading, just keep in mind I'm a 16 year old. Of course it's not an excuse for bad writing but this is my first attempt at such a topic. Cut me some slack, thoda sa. :)

She sits tall, taking down notes diligently. She's been the talk of the staff room since ages. And why wouldn't she? A small town girl, she came out of practically nowhere, but her impact - let's just say it was too strong to be ignored!

Almost everyone knew her story. She belonged to the nearby town which had more of a village-y feel to it, her parents had a small plot of land on which they grew enough only to survive. She had been spotted at her school farewell ceremony by the present principal who'd reluctantly attended the function as the guest of honor, and awarded a full scholarship.

The bell rang and she walked out. It was the 15th of the month. She called her parents on the outdated Nokia phone she'd managed to buy them. After a few rings, they picked up. 

She said that yes she was fine, the job was going great and she would send the money soon.

She changed into her work clothes, tied up her hair, grabbed her purse and left.

Later that night, she stood at the door, freed her luscious hazel hair and gently undid her robe. She made her way to the bed and purred seductively at the man lying down beside her.

The man bit her lips drawing blood while she whimpered and left after throwing a bundle of notes at her.

She lay still, tears streaming down her face. All of 18, she had almost perfected the art. She tried to console herself... Who would be ready to employ an 18 year old with no qualification or background while a hundred better prospects stood in front of them? Another year here and she would atleast have a better chance at a job, even if it was just at the local library or McDonald. Just another year she whispered,  one more year and I'll find a better job. One which doesn't leave with me feeling empty and violated.

Images Obtained with tons of help and suggestions from @OhMyKohli , @SugarsnSpice , @EkCupCoffee , @Desdemonaous and @InbuiltSinner. Thanks a lot guys <3

Wish y'all a great week ahead.

- Blahblaholic x

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Lisa's Room

"Ohmigod, is that you Jack?" she squealed.
The packet of macaroni fell from his hands. "Lisa? I can't believe it ... It's been how many years, 20? God. You look, just the same!" he said.
"You flatter me! Where did you disappear off to? I mean, I'm seeing you actually after like so many many years!" she said smiling, picking up his pasta.
"Never mind. How have you been? Still can't believe it's you .. "
"Ha ha. It's me allright. Just older, fatter an-" she stopped. He was looking at her like he knew exactly what she was thinking. His hazel eyes piercing her gaze.
'Lisa, I know you. There's no need to put up a facade. It's me, Jack' they seemed to say.

It suddenly dawned on him that they had stood that way, staring for maybe a moment too long.
"How have you been, tell me? How's he?" he said, trying hard not to inject too much venom into the last part of the sentence. He had grown old, but he still couldn't take his name without grimacing.
She managed a tiny smile, she knew how it hurt him but she didn't answer.
"Lisa, it was really really nice meeting you again after so long. But I really need to go now. I'm sorry but hey, now that we're here, we will catch up and everything yeah? You take care my pretty lady"
"Buh-bye" a chuckling Lisa said.
She started to move her cart but it hit something solid. His wallet. She looked at it for a minute, finally curiosity got the better of her and she flipped it open. There was a photo of them, in the park as kids. Not knowing what to make of it, she sighed and closed the wallet feeling a little guilty.

                                                                                                                                                            


She smoothed her dress, a little hesitant to knock at his door.
'Had he gotten married? Of course he would have. What a dumb question that is. Way to go Lee. Did he have children? Did they share his beautiful eyes? Good lord, did I just think that?!'
She exhaled and slowly knocked at his door.
"May I help you?" a lady asked.
"Umm yeah. Is Jack home? I actually have his wallet, I found his address on his business card inside. If he isn't home, it's okay. I'll just leave this with you and -"
"No no, he's just upstairs.  I'll have him come down. Make yourself home ma'am"

Beautiful paintings graced his walls. Abstract, black and white, scenery, all kinds, she had no words. They were captivatingly beautiful. She had reached the end of the hall, there was an adjoining room, the door was almost open. She flicked on the light and she gasped.
Picture after picture and various paintings of her hung from the wall. Kindergarten, high school, picnics, Halloween, she herself didn't have these many photos of her, and here was a room decked from the ceiling to the floor with her pictures.
Just then Jack ran to her side, and opened his mouth to say something, looked at her, stopped.
Several minutes passed.
"After all this time?" she finally managed to mumble out.
"Always" he said, his voice low, but strong.

He wanted to tell her so much. How he loved her. He loved her since the party in kidergarten. He'd always loved her.
She had so much to tell him too. How she had never finally married Will. How in spite of everyone thinking the highschool sweethearts would marry and get old together, Will and her had had a fallout because of his parents. How Will was still the only man she had ever been with, after 10-12 years. How she ran into her basement and stayed there everytime her parents or friends would set her up for dates. How she cried herself to sleep every night feeling alone and wanting bodily comfort.
She had so much to say ...
"It's really really good to see you Jack." she said, with a peck on his cheek before leaving.
But for now, this would do.

And now the 3 bloggers thing. Here you gooooo -->

* Sukriti at 'The Stories She Withheld' and my favorite post is 'A Well Said Goodbye' . She writes about love so beautifully. It seems so effortless and wow. =)
* Sonshu at 'Toucher tes reves' and one of my many many favorite posts of this sister of maiine is 'When cats and dogs fell in love' Her fashion posts are fantabulous and she's an amazingly sweet bubbly person. :D 
* Sidrah at "Under The Magic Tree" and again, one of my fav posts is 'Goodbye Harry Potter'. Shes funny awesome and damn sweet.

Sooo, if you haven't already, check out all these posts and yeah yeah, you can thank me later =)
Stay warm and safe.
xo

She Grew Up

*phone rings*
"Hey baby, what's up? Miss me?"
"Hiii! Of course I missed you. Was just getting ready. Gonna go out with friends. What've u been doing?"
"Oh cool. Where are you people going? And friends as in who all? You're going now, like right now?? When will you be back?"
"Arrey, with all my friends yaar. We're going to Phoenix. Ya ya, Nick's coming to pick me up"
"Why Nick? Baby you should've just asked me. I'd have dropped u no?"
"STOP IT ABHAY! You always do this. My life, they're my friends. I go with whomever I want. Tera kya jaa raha hai?!"
"I'm sorry babe. Sorry. Really. I'm trying to control it yaar, but kabhi kabhi ho jata hai, I'm sorry. You have fun babe"
"Ya. Chalo I've to go"
"I love you"
"Ya. Love u too. Bye"
....................................................
"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing Abhay? You're fucking insane. STOP!!"
"Arrey, don't shout baby. I was only protecting you. I mean they were staring at you and - "
"Oh, so now you gonna get all concerned about the stares haan? You almost killed him you, you, you bloody swine!!"
"I didn't kill him. C'mon! Why are you getting mad over such a small thing?"
"Why am I getting angry? Are you like mentally ill or something? YOU ALMOST KILLED A GUY! Do you even get it?"
"He had no right to check out my girlfriend no"
"AAAARGH. He was not checking me out you possessive moron! God, you're impossible. I'm leaving. Go to hell."
....................................................
"Umm, are u ok ?"
"No. Why does he always do that yaar Nick? Hamesha he does such drama only. It's so annoying. Sab mujhpe haste hai. I hate it re. So embarrassing and insulting it is!"
"Chalo ab, don't cry. Shhhhh. Can I um, tell you a.. something?"
"Haan *wipes tears* bolo!"
"First, take this and wipe your face .. See, I know you love him and all of that but.. how do I say it..Um this is very bad behavior. Do you think it's worth it? See, end me it's your call. So just, you know, take time. We all hate to see you crying yaar."
"Hmmm"
....................................................
"Hey!!!"
"Hi"
"I'm sorry. Really. I don't know what happened. I'm trying na yaar. Tu sun. I'm sorry! Really am. I won't let it happen again. Sorry rea - "
"This can't go on Abhay. I am sorry. I'm breaking up with you. Sorry"
....................................................

FACEBOOK

Alisha is in a relationship with Abhay
" Haaan? What the hell? "

*beep*


--> Hey Lisha here, just wanted to tell you that um I'm seeing Abhi now.
reply :  Have fun girl. He's all yours! 
"Whatever. I don't care"
....................................................
" Beta, your friend Nick is here. Come inside Nick beta. Coffee piyoge?"
"Nai aunty, fir kabhi. Thank you. Aanchal kaha hai?"
"Hi Nick. *giggles* Look at you, all red. Marathon man!"
"Listen. Sit. Now - "
"Arrey breathe no mad. You'll get a heart attack or something. Want me in jail that bad or what?"
"That bastard - "
"NICK! Mom will hit you"
"That erm loser asscake was double dating! He's dating that skinny thing umm - "
"Alisha?"
"Yeah. But when he was with you, he was also dating Puja"
"Huh. I don't um know what to say huh"
"Aye, don't cry yaar. Come here. Shhhhh. It's over na now. It's okay Aanchal, it's okay. Shhhhh. Breathe"


" And I look back in regret, when I ignored when they said run as fast as u can.
Dear John, I see it all now, it was wrong,
Don't you think nineteen is too young to be played by your dark twisted games when I loved you so?
I should've known!
I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? The girl in the dress cried the whole way home "

I used to do this 3 bloggers per post thing. Well, if you're a new follower *waves at ya* hey! I link up to minimum of 3 bloggers I follow with my fav post by them =)
Now since I've lost count of where I was, I'll start from the bottom.
Have fun!

1. ♫♪♥PhilO♥♪♫  at ♡♥♪ჱL!fe Thr()ugh My Eyes♡♥♪ჱ : I'm sure most of you already follow her.

Anyway, my fav post by her is 'The Fresh Smell Of Earth .. Fresh Love' .. It is sweet, it is romantic, it is awesomeness. <3 She reminds me of one of my other bubbly super sweet friends!
2. Sadiya Merchant at Yeh Life Hai .... Take it lightly! : Again one person most of you do know. She's damn sweet and cute =D Fav post is 'Revenge' and 'When you kiss a frog' .. Yeah,I know that's two but, but, but I couldn't choose only one *pouts*
3. Disguise at Who? What, nails! ooo! Squirrel! OMGGGG : Now, this female is really really, pure awesomeness. Fav post hmm this : No woman;no cry . That is SEXY. Plus she's so nice to talk to. I mean haan, 1-2 baar hi baat hui but still =p And she too is doing Arts *fist bump*

So now go visit these blogs and read these posts if you haven't already =)

xo