Meghalaya – The Land Of Exotic Flowers

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Bon Voyage

I arrived in Meghalaya during the monsoon season and many may say this is not the right time to visit this North-Eastern state.
But as I had expected, the rains made the whole place a lot more beautiful. As I reached the state, it started raining and the lush green tress and vibrant flowers started dancing, as if welcoming me.
I could not recognize most of the flowers, but surely they were the most colorful ones I have ever seen in my whole life.
I snapped them in various parts of Meghalaya ranging from Cherrapunji to Shillong. Be it shape or color, their charming beauty made my journey more enjoyable.

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‘Cause broken is beautiful 

By tears scarcely shed,
The one purified itself, of all that devoured his soul,
Come apart, the broken one,
By these tears that you’ll breathe into yourself,
You’ll renew and reincarnate.
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Truly beautiful little story

Let's Bloom

These days we all deal with depression and lack of confidence. Our broken dreams don’t let us dive in the fantasy world again. This is ’cause we are afraid of getting broken.

But when I think a bit deeper, what I find is that we love broken things even more. Just think for a while …. why a shooting star is more special and seems more adorable than before….. why we get attached in fact why we fall for broken people so readily.

Let me tell u a story, it’s about a star…. a star which never used to shine ,that faded star which once used to be happy with its dim gleam.

But with time star met the moon and fell in love with it but moon never loved it and star was in hope of being loved one day and kept waiting but it never happened, that…

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The Darkness

The Misunderstood One.

Pravarthika's log

O the creatures of this earth,

Tell me about your life.
Tell me how you lived,
Tell me how you live,
Tell me how you will.
How do you do without begrudging your life?
Cause this life,
Makes me feel I’m no good to live.
Do I have a purpose?
Do I have a cause?
Even if I do,
I do not belong to
What I do to do.
Will I get to my right place?
Will I get my right space?
To do what I want to do.
Must I do good in what I do?
Should I hate what I want to do?
Or should I love what I do to do?
Should I regret who I am?
Or should I bloom on who I am?
Do I need these failures?
Do I need them to do?
Why do they stop me
From what I want to do?

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And the Winner of The Six Word Story Challenge is…

This week’s entry, “Being an idealist, everything seemed broken,” finished on 2nd place. Let me extend my thanks to anyone who voted for me.

Sometimes Stellar Storyteller

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Happy Friday Storytellers!

How quiet was this week’s Six Word Story Challenge without trE? I can’t remember a single weekly challenge without an entry from that sassy, fun-loving WordPresser. I am going to miss her story entries and words of encouragement to all other authors. I hope she comes back to blogging one day soon!

For now, the poll is closed and your votes have been counted. There can be only one winner and this week the victorious story is one that plays on a sad, continuous loop through so many people’s lives.

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100th Post – An Interview With A Narcissistic Piece of Shit

This particular post has been planned by me for quite some time, hmm, since August 2nd to be accurate. Post number 100. Now that is interesting.

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Four awards, three nights, if I’d said I was feeling excited that would have been the understatement of the year, well, the month at least. And before some self-righteous saviour of humanity tells me these blogging awards are a gimmick to increase web traffic, I’ve got two words for you, fuck you.

Now one of my friends, not the blogging kind, the real kind, told me I’m generally a very nice person who keeps a lot in his silence but when I write I become someone who is too rude, aggressive and has an attitude. Well let me clarify something, I’m usually like that, at least to hypocrites. I was nice to her, sorry, I am nice to her because she has an equally curious interest in writing. I know, I just ended up being a hypocrite. I guess, even I judge others after all. Or maybe it’s all in my head.

Oh wait, that gives me an idea

Talking to yourself, that’s not madness. Everyone talks to themselves, one way or another. Not talking to yourself, now that’s where true madness lies. There are certain mornings when you just wake up defeated, today was one of those mornings. 29 days, 99 posts.

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I almost died of laughter.

Laughter is indeed the best medicine.

A Thought Process

I’m tired. The kind of tired where you sit blurry eyed at the breakfast table, slumped over your every day bowl of tasteless cereal. Chewing your food, seems to be a task too demanding, too strenuous. All you want to do is loose yourself to the comfort of your warm, cozy bed but you just can’t, so you stare at the unappealing bowl overflowing with milk that just feels too white , and then your head lolls forward, randomly sticking in the air for a moment and , before you know, it lands heavily into the bowl, splattering milk all over your hopes. How cruel is that? Can’t a woman, even sleep off her stress.

I guess no. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get worse, it actually got better. You know that feeling when someone cracks a good joke and though you just want to shun them off…

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Trapped between expectation and desire.

“What have I become, my sweetest Friend, everyone I know walks away in the end. You can have it all, my empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt – Trent Reznor.”
The first thought that came in my mind.

A Thought Process

I’m trapped inside this endless darkness, this four walled prison yet you cannot cage the passion, the avidity that flows through my bones, for it is a part of me, for it is unstoppable. You tell me to “shut up”, to “seal this filthy mouth of mine” and your brutal words are enough to shatter me but I’ll happily pick myself up, piece by piece because I’m taught to not give up on people, even if just the sight of them fills my insides with utter disgust.
I am shackled to expectations, each one of them leaving a mark, more painful than the other. At times even my own voice seems to be a distant memory, my thoughts too dry, my words unreachable. I feel like the world around me is fading away or maybe it is just my existence that has become rotten. It feels as if my blood…

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Scars

Around the World

People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of their personal histories, diagrams of all of their old wounds. Most of our old wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them, don’t.

Some wounds, we carry with us everywhere… and though the cut is long gone, the pain still lingers.

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The last word

Walking With Scars

It is the   31. of July 2017, and this early morning around 6:45 my dog died in my arms.

One Winter day in 2006 I ventured a few miles out of Fairbanks and picked up a little german shepherd. We had just moved to Alaska a few months before, and lived in a cabin near Ester with our two little daughters. We named him Ivan.

Shortly after, I started working at the Artisan’s Courtyard close to the University of Alaska, as an artistic coordinator. My boss was fantastic. She had built a beautiful office for me inside the existing lobby area, and had it painted in warm tones of dark plum, light driftwood and darkest violet which appeared almost black. I turned it into a little haven which Ivan shared with me almost every day for several years. Girls visiting the ballet classes would often arrive early with their…

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Complete Collection

Hytoons

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Hytoons presents : Collection

Howdy faithful followers.! I’m so appreciative to all of you that have chosen to follow my adventures in my on-going quest to bring you the best cartooning artwork I can present for your viewing pleasure.

The artwork shown here is on one single sheet approximately 18″x24″. It contains the following starting from the top, left to right: Fairy Swatter, Get the Clown, Twilight, Botanical and Boy-o-Hazard.

Thanks again to everyone from around the world for the likes, comments and follows. I will continue to deliver the best cartooning artwork I can.

Peace!

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