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Encountering EmancipationEncountering Emancipation
The cage was opened but she didnt fly. A bird forgets to fly if she is kept in a cage for years. My daughter read the last sentence of the book, the book got closed and she was upset. In the living room, her eyes fixed on the drawer of the TV trolley, she was trying to find something. Focused in even small things, she would never compromise on putting her best in anything she does. She is my girl but completely unlike me.
What are you trying to find? I have just cleaned that drawer yesterday.
Who uses it in our house that you will find it?
I will find it myself. You dont worry. You just see this.
I am sitting on a long sofa and trying to relax while she is busy in her treasure hunt for the correction pen. Tasneem passed me a photograph. Photographs bring memories back and you feel like you are back in that old time, living all those moments again. It was her childhood photograph
The Invisible ManI was sitting there like an invisible man. It was by my own choice. A lady came to the street where ATM stood tall. I was waiting since so long. I robbed her. The ladies who who saw me are now dead. The street was not a busy one. There were only four females, one got robbed and three got killed. Why did I leave the one whom I robbed? The answer is simple. I love hiding, like an invisible man. The hide and seek game was listed as an achievement in my resume of life. Secondly, I only rob a person once. There were only two choices either rob or shoot. I chose money and I am still the invisible man. Police is still trying to find me but they wouldn't be able to find me because I am an invisible man.
I was sitting there like an invisible man and dreaming such non-sense.
SMILESmile does it for everyone. Just a smile. Have you ever received a smile from stranger? It is so selfless that it just gets into deepest chord of your heart. You know it is not fake. You can feel the warmth and the joy. Even fake smiles work. It has a fair chance to make you happy but more than that it does make other people feel special. Still try to put a heartfelt smile rather than a fake one. Smile to everyone, even if that person is a stranger. Who knows that smile can change that person life forever. Who knows that smile can vanish some anxiety/worry which had a strong potential to make a huge lost afterwards. Who knows that smile can give him/her a zeal to live.
Pass it on with a smile
Thank you - Mom - you rockA mother love is everybody's first love.
So is mine, and will always remain.
Maa, Thanks for always being there.
For being my best buddy.
For doing every possible thing to make me happy.
For all the time, support and moments we share.
For shaping my personality.
For encouraging me every time.
For seeing dreams from me.
And all the unconditional love.
Now its my time.
I wish and pray I can do the same.
Wish me luck.
Love ya Mom.
Love of a full year, one day of recognition
Love of a lifetime.
And you my dear God, you are great. Life is indeed a blessing in so many ways and its only you who could make such special creations.
Haunting Deja VuHaunting Déjà vu
It was Friday the 13th. The fairy angel was walking aimlessly whole night. The night, which was under the magical spell of full moon, betrayed the fairy by taking away all her magical powers. Though she still had her wings intact but now they were just reduced to ornamental prominence. She could no longer fly in the wind. The wind danced to the howling of the wolves and snatched the red roses out of the mother tree's hands. If fairies had blood in their bodies, she would have surely bled out completely from such treachery but her wings were red due to the color that roses shed to share sorrow with her. The bed of roses crushing under the angel's feet led to a grave. She was so engrossed in her spirit's hollowness that she didn't know she was in a graveyard. On reaching close, the sight and the mind started to converse with one another. Her consciousness took the message that her senses were trying to convey; it was her worldly name on the grave. But the fact sti
Before the dawnI
Ahmed was deeply engulfed in a book. He was enjoying the first printed edition of a vintage book. He loved to collect antiques and then sell them so other people can have the pleasure equally. Old is Gold, and they truly believed its preciousness. Similarly there is nothing like first love.
Sara entered the antique shop. He went to the entrance to receive her.
"A donut for you."
"Like always, thanks"
Antique furniture and there conversations were a routine. Ahmed excitedly showed Sara the new addition to hBedis collection.
"I got this book for just $10. They were throwing this valuable piece into trash. A 50s original. See! This is a first edition print. It is a personally signed copy."
"Very interesting. Great addition to be exact."
"So how was the day at the shop?"
"The usual plain donuts, sugarcoated people."
"That isn't that boring!"
"Just stand there for some hours and you'll know"
"Did you make any new sketches?"
"The ones which are for the university projects."
"I would love t
He's InsaneHe knows he was special, he always felt that uniqueness somewhere inside. He knows the fact that never in the history has been anyone exactly like him, nor will there be again. He also knows that every man was unique in his own way but he is among the lucky few people who realize it.
He is loud and full of life in the deepest details. He loves to talk but it was not the case when he was a child. He didn't speak for two years on this earth because of which his parents were quite worried. They consulted a doctor and after the checkup the result was out. "Whenever he'll speak, he'll speak to such an extent that it will be difficult for you to make him silent", predicted the doctor back then. The guess came true; he is a complete chatter box. Now he wants to be a motivational speaker. He wants to change the world and the minds by using this skill in his workshops where he can help people to improve and kindle a spark of hope in them. He believes small steps lead to a bigger change. People
The Chance The Chance
"What do you mean by saying we should give this relationship some more time?"
"Are you mad? I don't have any free time to spare, at least not for you"
"But Faiz… I can't even imagine my life without you."
"Do one thing, take some sleeping pills! It will help you to get some sleep, at least for tonight."
Faizan ended the call. He always used his left hand to do so, always. As soon as he pressed that button, his sight went to the watch that he was sporting on his wrist of the same hand.
The gold-plated watch compelled the memories to flow from his mind into his heart and continued its journey with the blood completing its uninterrupted cycles throughout the body. It was his twenty second birthday when he was gifted this watch by her girl friend Mayra.
"Thank you so much. I simply love it."
"After all our choices are so similar."
"..and I love you."
He could smell her aroma in his bedroom. Place where they shared some lovely moments, strangely not toget
Remembering the SeasonsUnder a cozy couch, she snuggled down her body wrapped in a warm blanket. Feeling the chilly wind caressing her face entering the room from an open wooden window showing the breathtaking view of the snow covered garden. Simultaneously she pressed the play button on the remote control of the DVD player. A cup of hazelnut flavored coffee held tight between her soft hands; she was watching a romantic movie. The atmosphere outside the house and the drama inside the idiot box resembled in the same frequency as fire reminds you of passion. Relationships were cold and haste between the characters and the streets were freezing and deserted. But in this bitterness, she was enjoying the heat of the summers residing in the ambience around her personal vicinity and the spring touched her heart with the flower motive embroidered on her jacket resting upon her left breast carrying the love organ.
This was the first paragraph that Mr. Teva read in the book titled Falling Leaves. The book e
ThunderstormThe lightning resonated off the walls of his hive. The owner himself was curled up under 3 separate blankets, shivering in fear, his four wheeled device sat abandoned a few feet away. Tavros peeked his head out from under the blankets when he heard his husktop ping but let out a shriek and shoved himself back into the cocoon he had built himself, horns ripping the fabric as a crash rang out, light filling his respite block once again. The device pinged again and Tavros debated against crawling the small distance to grab it or ignoring it in favour of hiding in his blankets. He decided on the former, pulling his body out from under the blankets, legs dragging behind him as he made his way over and grabbed the device. Tavros was almost back under the blankets when the thunder came again, making the poor troll freeze. He was trying desperately trying not to let the orange tinted tears slide down his cheek but to no avail. After a few moments he found the courage to move again, final
CheminJe marche seul sur le chemin de mon avenir.
Mes compagnons d'infortune ne durent jamais bien longtemps, ils viennent et partent, soit parce qu'ils sont trop jeunes, ou au contraire, trop âgés.
Et au final je marche seul. Encore et encore.
Mais ça va aller.
Je sais que des gens me soutiennent, même si nos routes sont différentes. Ils sont là pour moi, je suppose qu'on appelle cela avoir des amis.
Pourtant, qui peut prétendre connaître et comprendre ce que je ressens ? Qui peut prétendre comprendre quelqu'un ?
"Moi" seul connais la réponse, et pourtant elle ne me semble pas réelle.
Rien ne me semble réel.
Douter de tout c'est bien, mais ça ne me fait pas avancer. Pourtant il le faut.
Des gens comptent sur moi, je ne peux pas les décevoir.
Mais comment peuvent-ils se rendre compte de ce que je ressens ? Je ne peux en parler à personne, si ce n'est à moi-même.
War of Three Worlds Spinoff: Week in Republic CityPremise: A series of short-stories revolving around Fluttershy and Bolin set in the Avatar universe.
1. Pro-Bending Mondays: Bolin brings Fluttershy along with him so she can watch a Pro-Bending match. However, he finds out the Fire Ferrets are up against the five-year reigning champions, the Sun Warrior Dragons.
2. Swimming on Tuesday: Bolin teaches Fluttershy to swim in her human body, despite her reluctance.
3. Wednesday on Ember Island: Bolin takes Fluttershy to see a play at Ember Island and they each share an individual dream.
4. Thursday of the Unagi: While spending time on Kiyoshi Island, Fluttershy and Bolin find themselves hunted by the Unagi.
5. Friday Night Lights: Bolin desperately tries to bring Fluttershy to a Lightning Bug display only to face complications.
6. Saturday Storm: While being cooped up inside by a storm, Fluttershy and Bolin tell stories to pass the time.
7. Dragons of Sunday: Bolin and the others try to convince Fluttershy to get over her fears o
G: Father DaughterFather Daughter
Ivy watched as her father sat locked in his room office space, her mother Hannah was out shopping for groceries as the house need food and Hannah offered she will go though she was tired she had to go shopping. She only agreed to going if Claude watched over their baby girl Ivy. It took a lot of pressuring but by the end of it all he agreed.
He hadn’t spent time with his daughter in some time and should be willing to give up some free time to watch over. Sadly it wasn’t the case as soon as Hannah left her father locked himself in his office and went back to work.
It was always the case with him he would lock himself in his office and work all day Ivy sat outside his office holding her stuffed spider as she waited for him to be done with work. He had promised once he was done he would take her out to the park but for now Ivy had to sit be quiet and while she waited.
Claude was in his office deep in thought about his paper work and thinking nothing more than t
The Old TruckIt is a bleak February day, gray and damp with a mist that sits heavy around the world, when we make the long drive to his childhood home, where the old Chevy sits under a grave blanket of snow, left to him by a man who has been gone for a long, hard decade already. With a tender touch and skilled hands, he works under the hood; then in the bed, removing last fall's leaves, which have kept her warm under all the ice and snow.
One mighty shake and rumble later, the engine jumps to life. The frame creaks and groans, like some beast awakening from a deep slumber.
With a combination of strength and gentleness that is so uniquely his, he pats the cab and whispers, "That's my girl."
I find myself suddenly sentimental.
This is the truck that saw one lifelong romance through to the very end, and that played such an instrumental role in the blossoming of our own relationship. The memories flood through me with each turn of the motor.
Red bench seats, windows down, a crisp breeze blowing off the
Perfect World (Not Always As It Appears)In my perfect world there are very few people. I barely tolerate most people and I do not get along well with others. People annoy me.
In my perfect world it is quiet and filled with any book I could ever want, a fast computer, Netflix and a drive in theater. The drive in theater is almost always nearly empty and there is never a line at the snack bar. The books are there whenever you want, any title ever written either from the past or the future is ready at your beckon call. A computer right at your fingertips just ready to be used for anything, looking up music, playing a game or anything else. And any TV or screen has Netflix so I can watch Doctor Who anywhere any time.
In my perfect world people won't try to bother me or talk to me unless I ask them too.
In my perfect world a few people would be there my only and best friend, my girlfriend, and my grandfather. Those 3 would see me often then I have internet friends who can come by when I want, and my other family members if I want
This Is My StorySomedays I wish I would die.
There are people who hate me everywhere I go.
My old school was sucky. There were bullies everywhere pushing me around. I used to live in a small town called Silver City, New Mexico. I had a group of friends. Their names were Darius, Virginia, Aiden, Alex, Andrew, Kristy, Raelynn, and Mystikah. They were pretty much all I had.
Then one day I moved to a new city, an even smaller town called Ruidoso. I thought my new shool would be nicer. There I would make new friends and finally be happy. I couldn't be any more wrong.
There were new friends. They were Briana, Kaitlynn, Crystal, Jackson, Wesley, Dustin, and Valeria. But, there were bullies there, too. There always are.
A Native girl went up and blamed me for talking shit about Natives, when I myself, am part Native. I mean yeah, I'm a different KIND of Native but still Native. Then, they tried to beat me up.
The adults took care of it, but I still couldn't feel safe anymoree. I'm a creepy emo girl. People st
War of Three Worlds Spinoff: Week in PonyvillePremise: A series of one-shots set in the MLP universe involving Fluttershy and Bolin.
1. Monday Moonlight: Bolin and Fluttershy try to find some place quiet only to have interruptions.
2. Tuesday Discord: Fluttershy and Bolin night alone is disturbed by Discord.
3. Wednesday Bird: Fluttershy and Bolin try to nurse a baby phoenix back to health.
4. Thursday Babysitting: Fluttershy and Bolin are called in to babysit for the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
5. Friday Breezies: Bolin accidentally runs afoul with the Breezies.
6. Saturday Beach: Bolin and Fluttershy come across a lost Seapony.
7. Sunday Camp: Fluttershy, Bolin, Rarity, Spike, and Sweetie Belle go on a camping trip.
Interesting Conversations 31Interesting Conversations with…
Katie: All day at work I felt like the genie in Aladdin. POOF "Whaddya need?" POOF "Whaddya need?" POOF "Whaddya need?"
Abby: 3 year old at work (Safeway) asked me if I was a zookeeper. We just got our aprons today.
Josh: Allow me to add a small additional dimension to your life: next time you read a doge meme, do so in the voice of a sincerely impressed Christopher Walken.
Gabrielle: You have turned something I loathe into something I love.
Tristan: My 8 year old student on Music History: "So there were 2 brothers named Bach and Beethoven who wrote the first songs. Well, actually, before that there was a loooot of hippie music." ...clearly we have some work to do!
Sarah: By hippie music he clearly meant Josquin, right?
Jade: One time my student asked me if Haydn was the president of the United States, and then when I told her no, she asked if he was alive at the same time as dinosaurs
Jovian: (Reviewing a list of the great events of
My MomMother - a feminine manifestation of love. Love that is name of sacrifice for her when she doesn't eat something so her child (no longer a teen) can enjoy eating it. Love, which shapes up as hope when she wants her son to be best and succeed. Love molds into her pride when her darling walks up to the rostrum and gets an award. Love which turns into aggression so she can fight for his son's survival, fetching for him his well-deserved recognition. Love becomes support and guidance, ever ready to be given whether he wants it or not. Her love can be illustrated as a hug, as a pat on her back, or may it be a compliment or simply, magical and soothing "Love".
My mom – a part of me, she is part of my life – most appropriately – she is my life. She is so very important I live through her breaths. I am her reflection, ambition, hope and faith and she is my mirror. Her love is unconditional, priceless and precious. Thank you my dear God for giving her to me as a blessing of yours.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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