A World Without Border

A world without border, every time I say these words, it always brings a snarky smile to my face. Four words that’ll never be true. What I wish is a world, a world undivided by borders, personally speaking I would very much like if there was never a continent separation, one big land, Pangaea. We seem to divide us by geography, by race, hopefully if there was nothing for us to be divided by, we could have seen the point, that there is no fucking point, just hostile egos.

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IBMC #06: The Mass Media Challenge

“I am truly a ‘lone traveller’ and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties, I have never lost a sense of distance and a need for solitude.” — The World As I See It by Albert Einstein.

The sun had fallen. Pure Crimson sky, streaked by few splashes of blue and violet here and there, and no hint of anything else. My flesh bubbled with goosebumps from the chills that ran down my spine. It was cold. The cold air, gently bouncing over the waves added their own twist to the mercury’s struggle.

The evening was bitter cold.

“I just want us to agree this is part of who we are,” The woman sitting in the chair spoke.

I let the silence stretch, fighting the lurch in my guts and the anger that wanted expression. My mind utterly in distress, the silent war, the emotional conflict raging in my head. The shrill sound of the telephone ringing broke me out of my insecurities.

“For better or worse?” I intoned.

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The Ballad of Coffee

I drink ton of Tea, we Indians generally do. But my true love, oh you black devil. No, I’m not racist.

I desperately needed some silliness today. Alright, more accurately, I either need a hug right now, or maybe 6 cups of coffee. After all, there is still enough blood left in my caffeine stream.

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The Ballad of Coffee

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Hello dear old friend,

Arms wide open

I wait for you.

And even though I don’t say it

I love you.

I love every sip.

Time to drink some coffee,

Coffee, coffee

Shut up and let me drink my coffee.

Home is where the good coffee is,

Dear, you are brew-ti-ful

O my noble coffee,

Nothing is like a hot coffee on a cold day,

Or a hot day,

Or a warm day,

Or a humid day.

Shut up, let me drink my coffee.

All I need is love

Or maybe

Coffee.

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via Daily Prompt: Tea

Why Do Your Characters Curse So Much?

Before we start, I’ll quote one line from Slipknot, “So step inside and see the devil in I.”

That was a warning.

Alright, it has to be one of the weirdest coincidence. I had finished few of the chapters of the novel I’m writing and I gave those drafts to one of my friends to read and give feedback.

And the first question he asked me, “Why do your characters curse so much?”

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What the hell am I going to write about lollipop?

via Daily Prompt: Lollipop

Today’s daily prompt is lollipop. There is only one thought that came in my mind when I saw that the daily prompt was lollipop, “Shit. I never ate a lollipop in my life, what would I write about it?” but I guess writing about the fact that I never ate a lollipop is better than getting stuck with a writer’s block. Oh my god, can you believe it if a topic like lollipop ends up throwing you into a writer’s block. God, the humiliation.

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Ostentatious Words

via Daily Prompt: Edible

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Ostentatious words. They are the edibles which we end up feeding our readers.

My journey, this beautiful tale, simply started with one sentence, “I want to write.” Was there anything overly complicated about that? Did I really needed to quote few great authors and explain their mind-set before I said that one simple line?

If I would have quoted Hemingway, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at the typewriter and bleed,” would that have made my point stronger?

Couldn’t it really be as simple as saying, “I want to write?”

Show. Don’t tell.

I’ll bet you, you go through any writing tips blogs and this particular one would be there.

Show. Don’t tell.

You tell me, how am I supposed to show the joy I feel when I paint? How am I supposed to explain the pain and frustration of a bad sketch? Emotions are entirely subjective. They need context. You possibly couldn’t understand the way my brain circuitry works. The way I associate memories with words are different, the way I perceive colors, the way I perceive the world around me.

Sadly, writing isn’t an art, it’s a craft. Arts are spontaneous, they’re soothing and at times, they are obsessional.

I guess, in the end, even art is subjective.