Writer’s quote Wednesday!

Writer’s quote Wednesday!

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For writer’s quote wednesday, I chose this beautiful quote by Anne Tyler to share with you all. The hardest part about writing is actually “Writing“. There’d always be that voice internally diminishing every ounce of motivation in us. And we end up saying, ‘I just cant write” or “I don’t feel like writing”. And if we listen to that voice each time and dance to its tune, then we’d end up never writing.

Of course to every problem there is a solution and the solution to this problem is “To Write”. It really is this simple. Just write, with or without motivation; experience has thought me that only writing itself is enough motivation to write more- either to improve or In awe of the awesomeness of what we just put down ;).

So, when you’ve lost hope and motivation to write remember:

“Never wait till you feel like writing to write or you might end up NEVER writing”

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Also, if you liked this quote and would love to participate in Writer’s quote Wednesday, then head over to Silver Threading where she is hosting this event.

                                              Have a blessed week everybody. 

A Glimpse of Summer: Summer’s Story

A Glimpse of Summer: Summer’s Story

My name is Summer and I am dying… It took me a long time to get a grip over this fact but now I have and it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. Five years ago, I got diagnosed with Meningioma which is a brain tumor. I was only twenty six. It turned out, the severe morning headaches and visual disturbances which I had attributed to migraines, were due to a tumor in my brain. My life ended and began on the day I got diagnosed. I remember the doctor saying “there is hope”, the prognosis was good and “most” people had a good chance of survival. I kept it a secret from my two best friends- Kit and Sam. The oncologist had said I had a good chance of surviving, so I thought, why worry them. I had planned on revealing my diagnosis to them after the treatment began, but then, somewhere along the line, something changed.

A few months into treatment (which was really hard to keep a secret from my prodding best friend Kit), more tests and scans were performed to check the progress of the tumor. It wasn’t good. The treatment wasn’t working, the tumor was steadily growing bigger and basically- I was among the unlucky few.

The doctor explained to me in the most basic of terms, saying, they had to change treatment methods due to the increase in growth of the tumor. More “aggressive” tactics had to be employed which meant more and worse side-effects. He didn’t add that part, but experience taught me. Severe abdominal pain, nausea- and a whole lot of other life- inconveniencing pain.

I knew I had to tell Sam and Kit because either way, sooner or later, they would find out. Weight loss, mood swings and especially sudden vomiting weren’t things that could be easily hidden. Or even, a patch of “no hair” in the head due to biopsy- that hurt me a lot because I love my hair. And then, Sam broke the news that he and Julie were getting married and I thought it best not to disrupt their happiness and be the bringer of bad news.

But the truth was, that was just an excuse. I was scared, petrified, and in an emotional roller coaster. I had seen what cancer had done to my mother, and even though I knew I wasn’t her, thinking back to the pity state she was in, the “poor thing” look people gave her, I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to be reminded every single day that I was a walking time bomb who could pass out, flare up or even leave at any moment. It is in human nature for us to feel sorry for our fellow humans when they are going through a rough patch. I get it, but at the same time, I didn’t want that.

I wanted to leave the image of a lively good old Summer, the girl who believed the world was her oyster, who loved her friends beyond the moon, who was happy despite hidden wounds. I wanted people to remember me as “the real me” and not the cancerous version of me. At times, I felt so mad that I could curse “cancer” itself, whatever it is. But it is still me. This cancer is part of me, it is formed from my cells, my genes! Read more

Quote: Everybody is a Somebody

Quote: Everybody is a Somebody

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Recently, I found this quote/poem by Emily Dickinson. It resonated with me instantly and has been stuck in my mind ever since. I don’t want to believe it-  that someone can feel so lost as to believe he/she is a nobody. But it’s true, and it happens. Emily was a great poet who lived during the 18th century. This shows and proves rather that depression and feelings of hopelessness didn’t just begin in the 21st century or with the “youth of nowadays” as they say. It is an issue that has been existing long since- for centuries.

  There are a lot of illnesses that originated in the 19th century and cure or at least therapeutic treatments have been found. So, why is this age old disease of the mind still rampant in our society? I mean even small pox which at a time was deadly is now eradicated worldwide. why is this depression gaining more ground rather than losing power? My theory, we have gotten so busy recognizing and diagnosing the signs of physical distress that we may have forgotten about the emotional ones. We can’t expect people to go about with signs on their back with the words “I feel like a nobody” written on them. What we can do is- make people comfortable enough to share those feelings, spread love and smile to dissuade those feelings.

 It doesn’t mean that every one you show an act of love or kindness to would respond in a positive way. The truth is, a lot of people don’t know what “love” is to even respond appropriately- you should’t blame them. A little patience with the love and I tell you that somebody will appreciate it, some day.

This week, how about we try to make a ‘nobody’ feel like a ‘somebody’. You know that student that eats alone, or the co-worker who seems to always be in a shell- smile at them, heck, take it a step further and say hi. If they don’t respond positively, it is okay. Like I said, some people are too broken to know what real love looks like. But odds are, the nobody’s are probably waiting for someone to realize and reassure them of their existence.

smile, spread love and be happy… Everybody is a somebody.

don’t let the voice in your head tell you otherwise. 🙂

Scared of heights-

Scared of heights-

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Didn’t realize how scared i was,
‘Til I thought he’d say those 3 words-
The words I yearned for night and day,
And now I dread the thought he’d say-

I’m sacred of heights, I’ll admit that;
Falling sits better just on my mind-
The reality of love and romance;
Still gives me cramps ‘stead of butterflies.

Or maybe, just maybe he’s not the one;
Anything to make me sleep better at night.

Nobody knows…

Nobody knows…

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Nobody knows,
The pain a soul can carry;
It’s not measured, can’t be-
We just trudge forth, dragging.

Nobody knows, it’s bottled inside;
Even if they do, they won’t understand;
The cries of the heart,
The sorrow it hides-
It gets heavy, nobody knows;
We get weary, they still don’t know;

It hurts…it bleeds
The heart weakens-
Still nobody knows.

They couldn’t, could they?
In silence, we bear the pain;
we think they won’t understand,
‘We think’- our tragic flaw.
In the end, still… Nobody knows
We leave believing- nobody can.

A poem for the Broken-

A poem for the Broken-

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If you’ve been broken,
Or you’ve been bent;
Heart’s been crumpled,
Wept as you bled;
This poem’s for you,
So wipe those tears;
You’re not alone-
‘Cause now I’m here.

This place you’re at,
I’ve been there too;
Filled with hopelessness,
No reason to continue;
But I Made it out,
And so can you;
It won’t be easy,
But, we’ll make it through.

And so I pray,
To God above-
To ease your pain;
And clear the way;
And when dusk comes,
And you feel the ache,
I need you to remember-
The sun will rise again.

A Glimpse Of Summer 5

A Glimpse Of Summer 5

The ride from the hospital to Sam’s place felt like forever. The image of those two beautiful babies kept coming back at me. It had begun to drizzle- the drops of rain on the taxi’s window obstructing my view of the street. I looked to Sam; the tears had subsided, but he was still silent, lost in a trance. I couldn’t blame him- he just lost his wife and with no prior experience, had two babies to take care of.

Returning my gaze, I watched as the unhindered streetwalkers went about the roads and pavements, oblivious to the rain and the dark clouds gathering above them. I said a silent prayer to Julie.
Thank you, for those precious babies.”

Julie was as little as she was fierce. Dainty looking and most times underestimated. But in reality, she was as strong a woman as it got. She knew her chances of survival weren’t good, but still went on with it.

“Either way, sooner or later the inevitable will arrive. At least, I know I’m leaving something behind this time.”

That was her standoffish reply to my prodding her about going through with the delivery. Despite the news of her death and the gloomy atmosphere encapsulating me, the sides of my lips creased into a little smile. I was lucky to have ever met such wonderful people in my life. First Summer and then Julie.

I felt a stinging sensation in my right eye, but this time it was tears of Joy. Still, I fought hard to hold it back. I had enough to worry about with Sam, I didn’t want the taxi driver thinking he had two emotionally unstable people in his cab.

We arrived at Sam’s place. The rain had resolved into a soft drizzle. I got down from the cab and settled the Taxi driver who murmured a thank you and drove off. I walked Sam down the cobblestone pavement which led to his front door.
                                “Thank you, Kit”

That was the first word he had spoken since we began the journey back from the hospital. I remained silent.
                           “We’ll be okay.” … “Right?”

I knew he was talking about him and the babies, I nodded. Figured he needed space and time off to himself, I gave him a hug. With my hands softly grasping the sides of his face, I told him with counted words
                “Sam, if you need anything. Anything, I don’t care what time it is, just call me.”

He nodded and I let go of him. I watched him put the key and unlock the door, he drudged into the house and shut the door behind him.

Making my way to my little apartment, I couldn’t help but think back to Dahlia and Azalea. Those were the names Julie and Sam had chosen for the babies. It would take about a week for Julie’s parents to arrive from Europe. Meaning, I was going to be an unofficial mother for a week. But for some reason, the thought didn’t scare me even a little bit. In all honesty, I was looking forward to Dahlia and Azalea’s coming home.


I just want to say thank you to everyone who has followed this story- liked, commented and encouraged me to continue. I really appreciate all the support. For the next few parts, I would really love to include your inputs and ideas into the plot- after all, this story is all because of you. 

Would you love to see Summer back in the story? What story length do you prefer? Any ideas or input you’d like to see in the story? Thank you guys for everything ❤

P.S- there’s a link to all the other parts In the comment section. Just In case this is you first time and you’re wondering who Summer is 😉

For The Love Of A Daughter

For The Love Of A Daughter

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Twelve years old-
Depressed, insecure;
All I can remember-
Your fights, your wars;
You made me feel,
I was inferior to all;
Tried so hard to break me,
Like I was, some charity ward.

Trying hard to forget
All the things, you have done;
But they keep coming back to me,
Like waves rushing towards shore;
And though it’s been five years,
Since I left the house for good;
You still choose the booze,
Over the lost girl of yours.

You’ve made lots of mistake,
I hope someday you’ll regret;
But the hollowed heart of yours,
Keeps getting deeper with each breath;
And though I can’t change the past,
Only hope for a better future-
Where you’ll do anything,
For the love of a daughter.

Oh father ,
If you put the bottle down
This world, it won’t leave you behind;
But you will gain one thing at last-
The love of your daughter;
I’d love to leave you alone,
But I still cant let you go;
Please put the bottle down,
For the love of a daughter.