#review #Omueti #ShortStory
[Untitled]
As Motun rushed to beat the Lagos traffic, he hit his leg on a hard stone but continued moving—any unnecessary delay will be costly—those bus drivers will jump at any opportunity to hike up their fares. As far as Aunty Edia was concerned, Motun was just one of those spoilt Port-Harcourt grown kids that knew nothing about life in Lagos. It didn’t take long for Motun to realize she thought that way about him. “Let him come to Lagos and stay with me after his youth service.” She told his mother. “When he has gotten a good job and is comfortable, he can move to his own apartment.” Since then she hasn’t ceased to supervise him whenever he was crossing the road. “Keep your phone in your pocket!” she would snap, whenever they sat in a public transit. “These Agboro boys will just snatch it from the window now, and runaway, that’s when you will learn!” Motun was sure she was totally paranoid. She was vindicated, however, the day a confused looking man jumped into their bus, along Iyano-Oworo bus stop lane. He implored the driver to chase the bus in front, because the passenger who sat beside him in that bus had just pick pocketed his phone. On hearing this, she turned to look at Motun, but said no word.
The day was about to break and the cold was still thick in the air. The street was stark dark and only occasionally lightened by mobile flashlights and car headlamps. Steps were brisk and early morning prayers could be heard from the nearby mosque. Generators were steaming from bakeries and sachet water factories. Gutters gave off dense hypnotizing stench and passers-by did not hesitate to shoot back deeply conjured saliva. Fully charged by tobacco and strong liquor, bus conductors jovially insulted themselves while desperately calling out their bus destinations.
“Tinubu Square—250—No change o!” said one of the conductors in a deep wrangling voice, as Motun climbed into the bus and took the left window seat at the far back.
Having heard Aunty bitterly threaten one of her debtors over the phone, that she will strip naked in the middle of the night and curse him, Motun knew it was time for him to move out of her house and into his own apartment. At least he just got a job. He should have noticed the state of things—the soups have become more watery of late and she hasn’t been eating at home either. True, it’s difficult to tell when she’s in a good or bad mood because of her dry sense of humor and rigid persona. In fact, the only time Motun heard her loosen up and permit a strong-veined laughter was when she called that pastor she often calls “daddy” to appreciate him for sending her airtime. Then she will float in extended explanations and often punctuate them with her flagship phrase of optimism: “It is well.”
The bus was almost full. A young boy guided the hands of a blind beggar who impressed Motun with his impeccable eloquence. The man pleaded in the name of God as he narrated that he was a well to-do civil servant in the office of the Lagos State Accountant General before he lost his sight. Many passengers seemed moved and unusually generous as they doled fifty and hundred naira notes to the man. The bus had just began to move when Motun reached in for his phone, which was still in his pocket and switched on his data connection. In, came endless WhatsApp messages, two job rejection emails, one teaching job interview invite and one postgraduate scholarship denial. Among those, also included an email from his employer, sent since 6am. The email read that the office will not be open from today, being the first weekday of March. This closure will be till further notice, for safety reasons, due to the COVID-19 virus outbreak. Motun frowned at this email, only to turn and realize that the beautiful passenger that sat beside him was far deep into sleep, while her head wiggled around with the moving bus.
No job means no money. No money means he'll starve in Aunty's house. Motun has to go back home for now, but that means he'll have to deal with…
To be continued...
[Untitled]
As Motun rushed to beat the Lagos traffic, he hit his leg on a hard stone but continued moving—any unnecessary delay will be costly—those bus drivers will jump at any opportunity to hike up their fares. As far as Aunty Edia was concerned, Motun was just one of those spoilt Port-Harcourt grown kids that knew nothing about life in Lagos. It didn’t take long for Motun to realize she thought that way about him. “Let him come to Lagos and stay with me after his youth service.” She told his mother. “When he has gotten a good job and is comfortable, he can move to his own apartment.” Since then she hasn’t ceased to supervise him whenever he was crossing the road. “Keep your phone in your pocket!” she would snap, whenever they sat in a public transit. “These Agboro boys will just snatch it from the window now, and runaway, that’s when you will learn!” Motun was sure she was totally paranoid. She was vindicated, however, the day a confused looking man jumped into their bus, along Iyano-Oworo bus stop lane. He implored the driver to chase the bus in front, because the passenger who sat beside him in that bus had just pick pocketed his phone. On hearing this, she turned to look at Motun, but said no word.
The day was about to break and the cold was still thick in the air. The street was stark dark and only occasionally lightened by mobile flashlights and car headlamps. Steps were brisk and early morning prayers could be heard from the nearby mosque. Generators were steaming from bakeries and sachet water factories. Gutters gave off dense hypnotizing stench and passers-by did not hesitate to shoot back deeply conjured saliva. Fully charged by tobacco and strong liquor, bus conductors jovially insulted themselves while desperately calling out their bus destinations.
“Tinubu Square—250—No change o!” said one of the conductors in a deep wrangling voice, as Motun climbed into the bus and took the left window seat at the far back.
Having heard Aunty bitterly threaten one of her debtors over the phone, that she will strip naked in the middle of the night and curse him, Motun knew it was time for him to move out of her house and into his own apartment. At least he just got a job. He should have noticed the state of things—the soups have become more watery of late and she hasn’t been eating at home either. True, it’s difficult to tell when she’s in a good or bad mood because of her dry sense of humor and rigid persona. In fact, the only time Motun heard her loosen up and permit a strong-veined laughter was when she called that pastor she often calls “daddy” to appreciate him for sending her airtime. Then she will float in extended explanations and often punctuate them with her flagship phrase of optimism: “It is well.”
The bus was almost full. A young boy guided the hands of a blind beggar who impressed Motun with his impeccable eloquence. The man pleaded in the name of God as he narrated that he was a well to-do civil servant in the office of the Lagos State Accountant General before he lost his sight. Many passengers seemed moved and unusually generous as they doled fifty and hundred naira notes to the man. The bus had just began to move when Motun reached in for his phone, which was still in his pocket and switched on his data connection. In, came endless WhatsApp messages, two job rejection emails, one teaching job interview invite and one postgraduate scholarship denial. Among those, also included an email from his employer, sent since 6am. The email read that the office will not be open from today, being the first weekday of March. This closure will be till further notice, for safety reasons, due to the COVID-19 virus outbreak. Motun frowned at this email, only to turn and realize that the beautiful passenger that sat beside him was far deep into sleep, while her head wiggled around with the moving bus.
No job means no money. No money means he'll starve in Aunty's house. Motun has to go back home for now, but that means he'll have to deal with…
To be continued...
#review #random
#Einstestine
You know hurting is'nt bad, but doing it slowly is worst
So what you gonna do, will you hurt me or you gonna wait?
#Einstestine
You know hurting is'nt bad, but doing it slowly is worst
So what you gonna do, will you hurt me or you gonna wait?
#review #random
People don't want to think. And the deeper they get into trouble, the less they want to think. But by some sort of instinct, they feel that they ought to and it makes them feel guilty. So they'll bless and follow anyone who gives them a justification for not thinking. Anyone who makes a virtue - a highly intellectual virtue - out of what they know to be their sin, their weakness and their guilt.
People don't want to think. And the deeper they get into trouble, the less they want to think. But by some sort of instinct, they feel that they ought to and it makes them feel guilty. So they'll bless and follow anyone who gives them a justification for not thinking. Anyone who makes a virtue - a highly intellectual virtue - out of what they know to be their sin, their weakness and their guilt.
#thatsal #review #poetry
She died,
Died ages ago,
What you see is remains of her corpes,
Ashes of bones,
Soul that roaming, no remorse.
She died,
She loved a monster,
He was two faced.
Dreamt of Paradise Island
Found a living hell.
She died,
When he hit her.
The belt was still warm.
Bruises on her back,
Screaming no more.
She died
The next day,
Warming the milk.
Eyes on the poison.
Wanting to kill.
She died,
Asking for help,
From family and friends.
All said,"that happen",
Compromise! and all well.
She died,
The night,
Dark reveals and bell rang.
Crumbled body,
Fear unnerves, she ran.
She died,
Clumsy was her hand.
She opened the gate.
Inside her teen,
Tore the fairy tale.
She died,
When red eyed,
Lunatic fallen in her arms,
He screamed loud,
But neighbors were still calm.
She died,
She cried,
She wanted a hand.
No one was around.
Searching her strength.
She died,
This time,
When he raise his hands.
Overpowering him,
"That's it", she said.
She died,
And reborn.
You thought she made of plastic.
Dolled up and smiles.
Now, she is not human.
All steel, you find.
She died.
She died,
Died ages ago,
What you see is remains of her corpes,
Ashes of bones,
Soul that roaming, no remorse.
She died,
She loved a monster,
He was two faced.
Dreamt of Paradise Island
Found a living hell.
She died,
When he hit her.
The belt was still warm.
Bruises on her back,
Screaming no more.
She died
The next day,
Warming the milk.
Eyes on the poison.
Wanting to kill.
She died,
Asking for help,
From family and friends.
All said,"that happen",
Compromise! and all well.
She died,
The night,
Dark reveals and bell rang.
Crumbled body,
Fear unnerves, she ran.
She died,
Clumsy was her hand.
She opened the gate.
Inside her teen,
Tore the fairy tale.
She died,
When red eyed,
Lunatic fallen in her arms,
He screamed loud,
But neighbors were still calm.
She died,
She cried,
She wanted a hand.
No one was around.
Searching her strength.
She died,
This time,
When he raise his hands.
Overpowering him,
"That's it", she said.
She died,
And reborn.
You thought she made of plastic.
Dolled up and smiles.
Now, she is not human.
All steel, you find.
She died.
#review #poetry #snehu
"Childhood days"
A glance of my past
And look, time's running so fast
Seems it was just yesterday,
A flash and childhood's gone away.
When easily I could touch the cloud,
Made everyone laugh in the crowd,
All around, I would make a mess
No scolding and no stress!
Would see the clouds floating,
And believe that Earth is rotating
Those lullabies every night,
Would let me sleep, out of fright.
White cow gave white milk,
Brown cow gave brown milk
World existed behind the TV,
My thoughts were so silly.
Believed that moon followed me everywhere,
And cute was only a teddy bear!
Elemenope was just a word
My thinking was so absurd!
From playing on the sand,
To hanging on dad's hand
Present turned to past,
Time passed so fast.
Better were those times,
Was unaware of all the crimes,
Everything around is a tragic,
Better was the world of magic.
People died for each other's sake,
That was just a thinking mistake
Wanted to be an adult,
Realised now, adulthood is just so difficult!
No one pointed out what I did,
Was better when I was a kid.
Now each step I take,
People out there to point my mistake!
Free from every pain,
Want to live those memories again;
But every try goes to vain,
As once time passes, we cannot regain
- Sneha
"Childhood days"
A glance of my past
And look, time's running so fast
Seems it was just yesterday,
A flash and childhood's gone away.
When easily I could touch the cloud,
Made everyone laugh in the crowd,
All around, I would make a mess
No scolding and no stress!
Would see the clouds floating,
And believe that Earth is rotating
Those lullabies every night,
Would let me sleep, out of fright.
White cow gave white milk,
Brown cow gave brown milk
World existed behind the TV,
My thoughts were so silly.
Believed that moon followed me everywhere,
And cute was only a teddy bear!
Elemenope was just a word
My thinking was so absurd!
From playing on the sand,
To hanging on dad's hand
Present turned to past,
Time passed so fast.
Better were those times,
Was unaware of all the crimes,
Everything around is a tragic,
Better was the world of magic.
People died for each other's sake,
That was just a thinking mistake
Wanted to be an adult,
Realised now, adulthood is just so difficult!
No one pointed out what I did,
Was better when I was a kid.
Now each step I take,
People out there to point my mistake!
Free from every pain,
Want to live those memories again;
But every try goes to vain,
As once time passes, we cannot regain
- Sneha
#review #shortstory #tsuna
In the early afternoon, Mom and I headed into the city for the concert. I had butterflies in my stomach. I always walked by Carnegie Hall when I was in the city. That was the dream, to play there. My pulse began to quicken as we approached the building. As we entered the main hall, my breath was nearly knocked out of me. The the chairs on the stage were dwarfed by the high ceiling and ordinate columns on the sides. I turned around and saw the balcony seating, which seemed to reach the sky. I looked up and could practically feel the glow from the oval set of lights that illuminated the hall.
We took our seats, the lights dimmed down and the orchestra members took their places, followed by the conductor. The spotlight lit up and a woman, beautiful in a black floor-length strapless dress, her hair up in a twist, approached the center of the stage with a violin in her hand. She bowed graciously before lifting the instrument to her chin and beginning to play. The orchestra followed her lead, the strings came in followed by the wind instruments. As the music began to take over the space, I leaned forward in my seat, anticipating the next notes. The melody, at first so simple, was beautiful.
I could see her eyes closed, her body swaying back and forth, her embrace of the music. I closed my eyes and let the music take over. I felt moisture in my eyes from being overwhelmed by the setting, the music, and the performer. It was flawless. It was, in fact, so flawless that it didn't call attention to its own flawlessness. It was perfect.
In the early afternoon, Mom and I headed into the city for the concert. I had butterflies in my stomach. I always walked by Carnegie Hall when I was in the city. That was the dream, to play there. My pulse began to quicken as we approached the building. As we entered the main hall, my breath was nearly knocked out of me. The the chairs on the stage were dwarfed by the high ceiling and ordinate columns on the sides. I turned around and saw the balcony seating, which seemed to reach the sky. I looked up and could practically feel the glow from the oval set of lights that illuminated the hall.
We took our seats, the lights dimmed down and the orchestra members took their places, followed by the conductor. The spotlight lit up and a woman, beautiful in a black floor-length strapless dress, her hair up in a twist, approached the center of the stage with a violin in her hand. She bowed graciously before lifting the instrument to her chin and beginning to play. The orchestra followed her lead, the strings came in followed by the wind instruments. As the music began to take over the space, I leaned forward in my seat, anticipating the next notes. The melody, at first so simple, was beautiful.
I could see her eyes closed, her body swaying back and forth, her embrace of the music. I closed my eyes and let the music take over. I felt moisture in my eyes from being overwhelmed by the setting, the music, and the performer. It was flawless. It was, in fact, so flawless that it didn't call attention to its own flawlessness. It was perfect.
*ME & MY EMPTINESS*
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
#review #poetry
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
#review #poetry
#review #poetry
ME & MY EMPTINESS
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
ME & MY EMPTINESS
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
#review #poetry #kp
*ME & MY EMPTINESS*
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
*ME & MY EMPTINESS*
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
#review #shortstory #tsuna "Hey, mister? How much longer until we reach our destination?"
"It won't be long, young one."
The poor 8 years old lad questions the journey, for he does not trust me. It is but a normal thing for my passenger to doubt the work that I do.
"Hey, mister. Thank you for saving me from that sinking ship. My mother is rich, I'll ask her to pay you back."
"I appreciate that, young one. But I do not need much."
Row, row, row the boat. Gently down the river that lead this lad to his true fate. What lies in his destiny is a question beyond my knowledge, but I do know that it will be of something magnanimous.
"Umm, mister? Why is the sea suddenly becomes so foggy?"
"Because this is no longer the sea that you knew, young one."
"What? I don't get it."
"Don't worry, young one. You will once we arrived at our destination."
The lingering silence in our conversation is accompanied by the sound of my paddle constantly penetrating the surface of the river. Alas, a faint light appeared ahead of us, marking the end of my errand. The lantern that lights the small harbour glows dimly upon us.
"Off you go now, young one. You shall only follow the path embodied with bricks. Do not stray away from it for if you do so, you shall also stray from your destiny."
"Uhh okay. Thank you, mister! Again, from saving me from that sinking ship!"
"It is but my pleasure. Young one, can you spare me a quarter?"
"Oh sure! I just happened to have one here. Here you go!"
"Much appreciation. Your excursion shall be blessed, young one!"
"Uhh thanks? Goodbye, Mr. Boatman!"
And of he disappeared into the fog. That is a very nice young lad, for the quarter he gave me seems to be of one of the Victorian. Still, a quarter is but a quarter. The River Styx is but a river to one's true excursion. I still pity that lad for having to died from the gallant ship, Titanic, as his experience of the world is but insufficient for his excursion.
You have my blessings, young one.
"It won't be long, young one."
The poor 8 years old lad questions the journey, for he does not trust me. It is but a normal thing for my passenger to doubt the work that I do.
"Hey, mister. Thank you for saving me from that sinking ship. My mother is rich, I'll ask her to pay you back."
"I appreciate that, young one. But I do not need much."
Row, row, row the boat. Gently down the river that lead this lad to his true fate. What lies in his destiny is a question beyond my knowledge, but I do know that it will be of something magnanimous.
"Umm, mister? Why is the sea suddenly becomes so foggy?"
"Because this is no longer the sea that you knew, young one."
"What? I don't get it."
"Don't worry, young one. You will once we arrived at our destination."
The lingering silence in our conversation is accompanied by the sound of my paddle constantly penetrating the surface of the river. Alas, a faint light appeared ahead of us, marking the end of my errand. The lantern that lights the small harbour glows dimly upon us.
"Off you go now, young one. You shall only follow the path embodied with bricks. Do not stray away from it for if you do so, you shall also stray from your destiny."
"Uhh okay. Thank you, mister! Again, from saving me from that sinking ship!"
"It is but my pleasure. Young one, can you spare me a quarter?"
"Oh sure! I just happened to have one here. Here you go!"
"Much appreciation. Your excursion shall be blessed, young one!"
"Uhh thanks? Goodbye, Mr. Boatman!"
And of he disappeared into the fog. That is a very nice young lad, for the quarter he gave me seems to be of one of the Victorian. Still, a quarter is but a quarter. The River Styx is but a river to one's true excursion. I still pity that lad for having to died from the gallant ship, Titanic, as his experience of the world is but insufficient for his excursion.
You have my blessings, young one.
#review #story #Florence
A Secret Diary
My wristwatch showed 9.30 am when the train halted at Siliguri station. A minute later, at the whistle of the guard, the train cooed and moved forward belching out clouds of grey smoke towards the blissful blue sky. I was lucky enough to get a window seat and was already mesmerized by the unparalleled scenic beauty of the snow-capped hills. Throughout the two hour journey, I didn't blink even for a second for fear of missing out the exciting and spectacular views the idyllic location offered. The vintage toy train chugged its way through the bustle of the bazaar, sometimes parallel to the roads, often halted at quaint little stations and at other times moved upward in zig zags. Looking down to the deep treacherous valley made me dizzy. I felt like falling into a seemingly endless abyss. The loco curved up and around the hill before steaming into the final station. "Welcome to Darjeeling," the gentle female voice announced. No sooner had the train halted than the passengers rushed to get out. As I was in no hurry I waited till the crowd settled. The tonga services waited outside the station to pick up the passengers and some of them haggled over the fare. As I was strapped for cash I preferred to take a 2kms walk with my backpack to the cottage atop of the hill. The morning breeze tingled my cheeks. As I walked through the narrow path flanked by tea gardens, I witnessed scores of women indulged in plucking leaves with huge baskets on their back and merrily humming the lore of bygone heroes. The strong aroma of the tea leaves and the occasional humming of cuckoos pervaded the place. The sky started turning sapphire, unblemished and cloudless. The whole place was throbbing with tranquillity and I felt like I was in heaven. I stopped at a board which read "Oasis Cottage." It directed me to take the left. I continued walking around 50 metres or so to finally arrive at the cottage. There was not a soul in sight!
"Sahib.." I turned to see a man in shabby clothes and turban tied around his head.
"Jeremy Brooks", I introduced myself.
He nodded as if recognizing me and uttered rather politely, "but you are a week early, sir. The cleaning is still going on."
"It's okay. Could you please tell me where I can find Mr Arthur Harley?"
"Hey Brooks, what a surprise! You little punk, you said next week", Harley appeared out of nowhere and punched me in my tummy.
"Yeah. A slight change of plans. The baby is due in two weeks and Daisy really expects me."
"Oh, I see. Ram, tidy up the pace. We'll be right back."
Ram nodded yes and rushed in. Harley was living nearby and he took me to his home. After helping ourselves with a sumptuous meal, I left for the cottage. The living room was crowded with furniture and old paintings. Hung from the ceiling was a colourful lantern to lighten up the interior at night. I went to the bedroom upstairs and ensconced myself under the warm blankets.
"Sahib, the tea is served.. would you like me to take it upstairs?" Ram's yelling interrupted my siesta. I came down to see him patiently waiting for me with a cup of famous Darjeeling tea. I inhaled the aroma before taking a sip. Then, I rang Daisy to say everything was alright. The day was drawing to a close and the setting sun drenched everything in evanescing vermilion hue. I told Ram to not make supper and retired to my bedroom. As it had been a long day I laid down and closed my eyes. The husky rustling of the leaves and the soft whistling of the chilly wind lulled me to sleep.
The next morning I woke up to see everything covered in snow. The weather was unpredictable. Yesterday the place was sun-soaked and now it's snow-clad! Ram brought me tea and said, "I shouted and screamed to show you the snowfall but you didn't wake up."
"I hit the bed early, Ram. I was dog-tired. Be sure to call me if it snows tonight."
"Sure, Sahib", and he withdrew to the kitchen.
Having finished my tea I decided to explore the home a bit. It was at least 25 years old and was generous with windows and off-white curtains which
A Secret Diary
My wristwatch showed 9.30 am when the train halted at Siliguri station. A minute later, at the whistle of the guard, the train cooed and moved forward belching out clouds of grey smoke towards the blissful blue sky. I was lucky enough to get a window seat and was already mesmerized by the unparalleled scenic beauty of the snow-capped hills. Throughout the two hour journey, I didn't blink even for a second for fear of missing out the exciting and spectacular views the idyllic location offered. The vintage toy train chugged its way through the bustle of the bazaar, sometimes parallel to the roads, often halted at quaint little stations and at other times moved upward in zig zags. Looking down to the deep treacherous valley made me dizzy. I felt like falling into a seemingly endless abyss. The loco curved up and around the hill before steaming into the final station. "Welcome to Darjeeling," the gentle female voice announced. No sooner had the train halted than the passengers rushed to get out. As I was in no hurry I waited till the crowd settled. The tonga services waited outside the station to pick up the passengers and some of them haggled over the fare. As I was strapped for cash I preferred to take a 2kms walk with my backpack to the cottage atop of the hill. The morning breeze tingled my cheeks. As I walked through the narrow path flanked by tea gardens, I witnessed scores of women indulged in plucking leaves with huge baskets on their back and merrily humming the lore of bygone heroes. The strong aroma of the tea leaves and the occasional humming of cuckoos pervaded the place. The sky started turning sapphire, unblemished and cloudless. The whole place was throbbing with tranquillity and I felt like I was in heaven. I stopped at a board which read "Oasis Cottage." It directed me to take the left. I continued walking around 50 metres or so to finally arrive at the cottage. There was not a soul in sight!
"Sahib.." I turned to see a man in shabby clothes and turban tied around his head.
"Jeremy Brooks", I introduced myself.
He nodded as if recognizing me and uttered rather politely, "but you are a week early, sir. The cleaning is still going on."
"It's okay. Could you please tell me where I can find Mr Arthur Harley?"
"Hey Brooks, what a surprise! You little punk, you said next week", Harley appeared out of nowhere and punched me in my tummy.
"Yeah. A slight change of plans. The baby is due in two weeks and Daisy really expects me."
"Oh, I see. Ram, tidy up the pace. We'll be right back."
Ram nodded yes and rushed in. Harley was living nearby and he took me to his home. After helping ourselves with a sumptuous meal, I left for the cottage. The living room was crowded with furniture and old paintings. Hung from the ceiling was a colourful lantern to lighten up the interior at night. I went to the bedroom upstairs and ensconced myself under the warm blankets.
"Sahib, the tea is served.. would you like me to take it upstairs?" Ram's yelling interrupted my siesta. I came down to see him patiently waiting for me with a cup of famous Darjeeling tea. I inhaled the aroma before taking a sip. Then, I rang Daisy to say everything was alright. The day was drawing to a close and the setting sun drenched everything in evanescing vermilion hue. I told Ram to not make supper and retired to my bedroom. As it had been a long day I laid down and closed my eyes. The husky rustling of the leaves and the soft whistling of the chilly wind lulled me to sleep.
The next morning I woke up to see everything covered in snow. The weather was unpredictable. Yesterday the place was sun-soaked and now it's snow-clad! Ram brought me tea and said, "I shouted and screamed to show you the snowfall but you didn't wake up."
"I hit the bed early, Ram. I was dog-tired. Be sure to call me if it snows tonight."
"Sure, Sahib", and he withdrew to the kitchen.
Having finished my tea I decided to explore the home a bit. It was at least 25 years old and was generous with windows and off-white curtains which
Am I too much to tame?
All the wilderness going haywire and the madness engulfing like the darkness of the night.
But where’s the moon when I needed the most?
The stars hid behind the enormous clouds, peeking as if I don’t deserve the light.
The moon’s coldness is now dwelling in my heart and the origin nowhere to find.
The darkness perfectly thick, as my thoughts reconciling, to the darkness.
The gentle breeze now turned into storms, fighting me to leave, hardening to erase my existence.
Who would want to have a mess when they are busy building their kingdom of thrones?
The roses felt ashamed as my shadow cast upon them, and the only thing that accepted me as a slave was the melancholy.
Adieu to the world I wished to live, but the world had unique plans.
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All the wilderness going haywire and the madness engulfing like the darkness of the night.
But where’s the moon when I needed the most?
The stars hid behind the enormous clouds, peeking as if I don’t deserve the light.
The moon’s coldness is now dwelling in my heart and the origin nowhere to find.
The darkness perfectly thick, as my thoughts reconciling, to the darkness.
The gentle breeze now turned into storms, fighting me to leave, hardening to erase my existence.
Who would want to have a mess when they are busy building their kingdom of thrones?
The roses felt ashamed as my shadow cast upon them, and the only thing that accepted me as a slave was the melancholy.
Adieu to the world I wished to live, but the world had unique plans.
#review #SP #thoughts
You should have kept that secret safe -
Of that smelly ignorance rotting in your rag.
Even if you'd need to close that stoolish mouth
Of yours, by slapping your face everytime
People would've been able to name you - Madman
At least your stupidity is within what they can name
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Of that smelly ignorance rotting in your rag.
Even if you'd need to close that stoolish mouth
Of yours, by slapping your face everytime
People would've been able to name you - Madman
At least your stupidity is within what they can name
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Those fleshes that ask man to live freely -
To do all things that he wishes -
And not to glance at The Creator's rulings.
They can't protect him in hell fire
They can't form a pot that could boil him
For they themselves cannot stand it.
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To do all things that he wishes -
And not to glance at The Creator's rulings.
They can't protect him in hell fire
They can't form a pot that could boil him
For they themselves cannot stand it.
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
Isn't it because I'm black
That I say color shouldn't differentiate us
Isn't it because I'm poor
That I question what rich men do
Isn't it because I'm ruled
That I see those good decisions easy to make
Haven't I been the way I am
Would I have been the way I am?
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That I say color shouldn't differentiate us
Isn't it because I'm poor
That I question what rich men do
Isn't it because I'm ruled
That I see those good decisions easy to make
Haven't I been the way I am
Would I have been the way I am?
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BRAVE TRUTH
I was so less human then
And so more human now
They feared of a dreadful disclose
I knew, you know and was known to all.
We pretend; it's existence as something unknown,
That is induced to the bones, possessed by us, whose exteriority is long gone.
Stained our blood with their mishaps,
We are caste ridden, without any resistant,
We audience it's flaws in, out, so loud,
But foul our courage, enstrangled our fierceness by the old commanding crowd.
Again from the new heights of truth, enlightenment attained!
We fall to the ground, with the illusion blinding, judgement losing to hands of others to a life that doesn't count.
#poem #countries
I was so less human then
And so more human now
They feared of a dreadful disclose
I knew, you know and was known to all.
We pretend; it's existence as something unknown,
That is induced to the bones, possessed by us, whose exteriority is long gone.
Stained our blood with their mishaps,
We are caste ridden, without any resistant,
We audience it's flaws in, out, so loud,
But foul our courage, enstrangled our fierceness by the old commanding crowd.
Again from the new heights of truth, enlightenment attained!
We fall to the ground, with the illusion blinding, judgement losing to hands of others to a life that doesn't count.
#poem #countries
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#Einstestine
Our protaganist was abducted and tied to a chair in a dark closed room But he is not alone, there is a man infront of him bounded to a chair surrounded by 10 different sized candles. The man keep staring at our protaganist for two whole days without blinking while keeping a smile on his face. For the first 5 hours his eyes started bleeding and on the end of the 2nd day his eyes turned black while blood keep oozing out of them. Our protaganist was freed from his binds but when he observed the man he got the chills of his life
Anyone up for the challenge😊
#Einstestine
Our protaganist was abducted and tied to a chair in a dark closed room But he is not alone, there is a man infront of him bounded to a chair surrounded by 10 different sized candles. The man keep staring at our protaganist for two whole days without blinking while keeping a smile on his face. For the first 5 hours his eyes started bleeding and on the end of the 2nd day his eyes turned black while blood keep oozing out of them. Our protaganist was freed from his binds but when he observed the man he got the chills of his life
Anyone up for the challenge😊
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DEAR READER,
Hello, I am Chipku. I am a diary, a personal diary of a girl named Ara. I have all her secrets hidden within me. But it's time for some secrets to be revealed. I am here to tell you an incident, a memory of Ara. She's no more now, but her experiences and stories are definitely going to excite you, and if you're bored then you must read it. So tie your belts, get some popcorn ready and let's start the journey.
BEFORE YOU READ
I am going to recite the story and I am just the narrator, what Ara wrote in me is going to be the same. So let's begin.
________________________________________
It is 4th of August, 2019 and Ara has finally turned 14. Every year she waits for her birthday to come. She loves distributing sweets to her classmates. But this year, it's different for her. She is not excited about distributing sweets, she is not excited for her birthday. She is just curious about certain things. She is quite happy too, her fellow poets made her birthday special. I know how much special is Writer's Block and it's people for her. Writer's block is like her second home. She joined it one year ago, when she started writing poems. Ara can spent her whole day on this app. Each day passes and she is becoming curious. She spends her whole day reading or writing poems. She has changed now. But it's a better change. She has become fun, loving, and caring.
Months have passed and everything's the same. She wakes up, gets ready, goes to school, comes home, does her assignments, and again writes to me. I wait everyday that today she is going to come and tell me something new, but everyday it's almost the same. I am bit tired now, listening to the same things.
Today is 15th of November. Today, Ara seems very curious and a bit sad too. She has lots of things going in her mind. I am excited for what's she is going to tell me today. There's a different look on her face. And here she comes to tell me about her day. Let's see what she has to tell me..
DEAR READER,
Hello, I am Chipku. I am a diary, a personal diary of a girl named Ara. I have all her secrets hidden within me. But it's time for some secrets to be revealed. I am here to tell you an incident, a memory of Ara. She's no more now, but her experiences and stories are definitely going to excite you, and if you're bored then you must read it. So tie your belts, get some popcorn ready and let's start the journey.
BEFORE YOU READ
I am going to recite the story and I am just the narrator, what Ara wrote in me is going to be the same. So let's begin.
________________________________________
It is 4th of August, 2019 and Ara has finally turned 14. Every year she waits for her birthday to come. She loves distributing sweets to her classmates. But this year, it's different for her. She is not excited about distributing sweets, she is not excited for her birthday. She is just curious about certain things. She is quite happy too, her fellow poets made her birthday special. I know how much special is Writer's Block and it's people for her. Writer's block is like her second home. She joined it one year ago, when she started writing poems. Ara can spent her whole day on this app. Each day passes and she is becoming curious. She spends her whole day reading or writing poems. She has changed now. But it's a better change. She has become fun, loving, and caring.
Months have passed and everything's the same. She wakes up, gets ready, goes to school, comes home, does her assignments, and again writes to me. I wait everyday that today she is going to come and tell me something new, but everyday it's almost the same. I am bit tired now, listening to the same things.
Today is 15th of November. Today, Ara seems very curious and a bit sad too. She has lots of things going in her mind. I am excited for what's she is going to tell me today. There's a different look on her face. And here she comes to tell me about her day. Let's see what she has to tell me..
FRIDAY, 9pm 15.11.2019
Hi Chipku,
Today was a good day. It was Games period and everyone of us gathered and we were discussing about many things. We started talking about best friends. Some were telling that a boy and a girl can be best friends, but some were telling a boy and a girl can't be best friends. I was really confused. I never had a friend who is a boy other than James. James is my best friend but he has fallen in love with me. I have started distancing myself from him. I just consider him my best friend but how can he love me. It's not done, but I can't even control his feelings. When they asked me, my opinion about best friends, I told them, "A boy and a girl can never be best friends." But I am curious, how can others say that they are best friends with the opposite gender. I don't understand the fact that you talk to someone for hours and hours and how is it possible that you don't feel for them. And it's weird to be in love. How can someone fall in love with a best friend? I hate James. I don't want to talk to him. And Chipku, you know I hate love, I hate falling in love. Love is nothing and just look at me, I am just 14. This is not the age of love. Love is all fake. You tell me Chipku, what do you think?
Yours ARA.
Well, it's been years I know Ara and she's never interested in love. She doesn't believe in love. I wonder what is going to be her reaction when she falls in love with someone. In a way, she is doing good, she is staying away from love, because love is really difficult. But she must not distance herself from James, it's not even his fault. Love just happens. She is annoyed with James. She is unable to sleep, she is thinking that James has betrayed their friendship by falling in love with her.
Next morning, she wakes up, she is still angry. And look, James has come to meet her. It seems she will just squeeze his neck. And look, they started fighting.
#review #snehu
Hi Chipku,
Today was a good day. It was Games period and everyone of us gathered and we were discussing about many things. We started talking about best friends. Some were telling that a boy and a girl can be best friends, but some were telling a boy and a girl can't be best friends. I was really confused. I never had a friend who is a boy other than James. James is my best friend but he has fallen in love with me. I have started distancing myself from him. I just consider him my best friend but how can he love me. It's not done, but I can't even control his feelings. When they asked me, my opinion about best friends, I told them, "A boy and a girl can never be best friends." But I am curious, how can others say that they are best friends with the opposite gender. I don't understand the fact that you talk to someone for hours and hours and how is it possible that you don't feel for them. And it's weird to be in love. How can someone fall in love with a best friend? I hate James. I don't want to talk to him. And Chipku, you know I hate love, I hate falling in love. Love is nothing and just look at me, I am just 14. This is not the age of love. Love is all fake. You tell me Chipku, what do you think?
Yours ARA.
Well, it's been years I know Ara and she's never interested in love. She doesn't believe in love. I wonder what is going to be her reaction when she falls in love with someone. In a way, she is doing good, she is staying away from love, because love is really difficult. But she must not distance herself from James, it's not even his fault. Love just happens. She is annoyed with James. She is unable to sleep, she is thinking that James has betrayed their friendship by falling in love with her.
Next morning, she wakes up, she is still angry. And look, James has come to meet her. It seems she will just squeeze his neck. And look, they started fighting.
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Ara, as always fights in her poetic way,
"Would remain best friends forever
Will fall in love never
That was what we said
Why now commitments got dead"
And James, he is clarifying himself,
"Happens itself
Not my fault
Easy to fall
Hard to overcome
Now shall I dig my vault?"
Ara
"Love is fake
It's all about a heartbreak
Fall for it
And you gonna face shit"
James
"Not every lover is fake
Dear Ara stay awake
Love can't be controlled
It's none of my mistake"
Ara
"Not your fault,
Then is it mine?
You have caused
Our friendship to decline"
And the fight continued for hours and hours. Ara told James to never talk to her and to end the friendship. Even James,in anger told the same thing and walked away. She is sad. She is crying. She doesn't wants to lose him but she hates love too. I don't know what she is going to tell me today. She didn't even eat her lunch, nor her dinner. Whole day she was sitting near the window looking outside.
She is coming towards me, and let's see what she has to say today.
Saturday, 11pm. 16.11.2019
Chipku,
How horrible my day was! I fought with James. And we are no more friends. I hate love, he's just a best friend and will never be more than that. I didn't tell him to love me. I didn't do anything. Why did he fall in love? We promised we would never fall in love, and stay single forever. He betrayed our friendship. I don't even want to talk to him. I don't have any feelings for him. I always considered him my best friend. We laughed, we fought, we had fun, how did love come from? I am very pissed off, I don't want to see his face. I told him, I am never going to meet him, I am never going to talk to him. Chipku, he doesn't understands that love is a fake thing. It destroys everything. I wish he understands one day. Good night.
Ara.
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"Would remain best friends forever
Will fall in love never
That was what we said
Why now commitments got dead"
And James, he is clarifying himself,
"Happens itself
Not my fault
Easy to fall
Hard to overcome
Now shall I dig my vault?"
Ara
"Love is fake
It's all about a heartbreak
Fall for it
And you gonna face shit"
James
"Not every lover is fake
Dear Ara stay awake
Love can't be controlled
It's none of my mistake"
Ara
"Not your fault,
Then is it mine?
You have caused
Our friendship to decline"
And the fight continued for hours and hours. Ara told James to never talk to her and to end the friendship. Even James,in anger told the same thing and walked away. She is sad. She is crying. She doesn't wants to lose him but she hates love too. I don't know what she is going to tell me today. She didn't even eat her lunch, nor her dinner. Whole day she was sitting near the window looking outside.
She is coming towards me, and let's see what she has to say today.
Saturday, 11pm. 16.11.2019
Chipku,
How horrible my day was! I fought with James. And we are no more friends. I hate love, he's just a best friend and will never be more than that. I didn't tell him to love me. I didn't do anything. Why did he fall in love? We promised we would never fall in love, and stay single forever. He betrayed our friendship. I don't even want to talk to him. I don't have any feelings for him. I always considered him my best friend. We laughed, we fought, we had fun, how did love come from? I am very pissed off, I don't want to see his face. I told him, I am never going to meet him, I am never going to talk to him. Chipku, he doesn't understands that love is a fake thing. It destroys everything. I wish he understands one day. Good night.
Ara.
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