Story Time

Hi friends!

You know one thing that I really hate about myself is that I can’t concentrate on one thing at one time.I am a highly distracted person and I usually start a million tasks without finishing them, so like always, I started writing a story, well not A story exactly, 2 stories and now I’m confused between which one to continue. So I thought who better to ask than the people for whom writing is probably the most important thing in their lives?

So, here are a few paragraphs from the 2 stories I started and I would be really glad if I got some feedback., Also any additional comments or constructive criticism is always welcomed. :)\

Story 1

He asked what I wanted, I said I wanted a shot at forever – with him. He looked at me in disbelief, “It would never work, we’ve tried too many times and failed,” he said shaking his head.

It was true, we had tried dating too many times before, and each time we got annoyed or irritated with each other and things got screwed up. But I still loved him. I know I did, it hurt not talking to him. I know he felt the same way too, but he was too afraid to give it another shot in case we messed up our chances of being friends too. He preferred having me as a friend than not having me at all. I understood this, but I had to try one last time. One last time before he went off to college and we both took our separate ways. One last time to have a shot at Us.

It was a sunny, breezy day; the kind where you don’t want to go inside to the air conditioned buildings. We were sitting on a patch of grass in Central park, a few kids played around on the swings and slides. I looked at Jonah, he was leaning back with his elbows as support, wearing a 30 seconds to mars t-shirt and jeans he looked so casual and carefree. But I knew the conflict that was going on in that stupid head of his.

“God Jonah, can’t you ever give me a straight answer?” I asked, exasperated.

He looked at me, a small smile playing on his lips. My heart warmed, I was never going go get used to of that beautiful smile of his.

“Okay.” he said

Story 2

She was dying. She knew it. There was no turning back now; not that she wanted to turn back anyways. She had made her decision and she would stick by it. The waves swept her deeper into the watery abyss. Her body was getting more numb by the second. She had no desire to move her limbs and they floated helplessly with her. The water was freezing but her body was numb so she felt nothing. The night was calm and the moon was just a crescent. The tide was low, it had been the wrong the night for a suicide. Then, out of nowhere she saw a huge wave riding towards her. She got ready to embrace it. It came closer. She shut her eyes, thinking one last time about her life, the memories pouring out in her head. The wave came closer. She took a deep breath.

The wave crashed against her with full force and then it went dark.
Meanwhile someone had seen her. Ian had been sitting on the deck when he had seen her jump in. At first he had thought that it was one of those crazy kids trying their crazy dares, but after a while when he saw the wave crash and didn’t see her come back, he knew something was wrong, that it wasn’t a dare. Hoping it wasn’t too late, he tied the floating tube around his waist and dived in the icy cold water. He swam towards the spot where he had last seen her praying all the while that the water hadn’t carried her away.

Embrace yourself!

I tend to be very self satisfied and I don’t want to it to be seen as being self obsessed, but often times in the kind of society we live in, people barely seem to love themselves. They are constantly worried what others would think about them or that someone else is better than them and that’s why people like me are classified as being conceited. I love myself because I know that there must’ve been a reason why god made me the way I am, flaws and all. I know that it is my flaws that differentiate me from the rest of the world and that’s why I’ve come to accept that they are a part of me and that’s why I don’t hate myself and I’m not in a constant battle with myself to win against myself. Everybody is different, there are not two people in the world that are the same, no matter how much they have in common, so why don’t we all stop hating and mentally abusing ourselves and give ourselves some credit for being the amazing people that we are. If you learn to love yourself, you will learn to love those around you, making them feel loved and in turn they’ll love themselves too and in no time the world would a happy place to live on.

My literature Sir once said, “People who hate other people, actually hate themselves, while people who embrace themselves, learn to love everyone else around them.”

So take a moment to thing about how wonderful you are and embrace your personality. Trust me you will feel loved and will give love to others in no time.

Happy loving.


“In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.” Eleanor Roosevelt

We all know that the choices We make are the ones that shape our lives, yet sometimes we may make choices that may not necessarily be good for us, and we may only realize that after a few months or years of making the choice. At this realization, we may beat up ourselves up about it and regret what the choices that we had made, but what we fail to realize is that all those choices and all the consequences that followed it, have made us what we are today. If we hadn’t made the choice then, we might’ve never known that it was wrong for us, and we may have ended up making that mistake in the future where it may have done a more bigger damage. I have made A LOT of wrong choices in life…Wrong choices about life, boys, career, friends etc, but what I have realized is that those choices made me what I am today. Yes, I may not be in the best of situations, but I do have the strength to go through the rough path and make a new beginning. I realized that being young and making those wrong choices was better for me than growing up and making them, because at least now I have the time to correct them and start fresh. I realized that there was no point in regretting and despairing over my choices because by doing that I would’ve chosen not to do anything to correct the wrong choices, so instead I chose to let go of them and make new, better choices. Another thing that has helped me move on is the belief that whatever happens, happens for a reason. I believe that there is a Greater power that controls our lives, and I believe that He knows what is best for us. So next time you realize that you’ve made a choice that is not good for you, know that there is something good behind it, even though you may not see immediately.



What is Life?


It is a painter's brush
And a scientist's research 
It is a shepherd's herd
And an author's words
It is a pilot's flight
And a baker's delight 
It is a soldier's selflessness
And a child's carelessness 
It is a picture perfect memory 
And a never-ending story 
It is a singer's song
sometimes it seems too long 
but life my friends is a sweet surprise 
It appeals only to those who are wise