If I had to write a blog-post perfectly… I’d simply not blog at all.
– someone else probably said it first, but… (Ramisa Raya, 2016)
How many incomplete, scrapped first-drafts do I have buried in my dashboard? How many blog-posts end with”Hello I am–” [DELETE]? While these are rhetorical questions… if your answer is “Too many for comfort,” please kindly give yourself a gold-star. Continue reading →
I was nominated by my dear friend, Emma Snow, for the Creative Blogger Award, over at Books Forget Me Knot. Not only do I simply adore her clever blog title, but I’m an active reader of Emma’s excellent blog –check it out! ❤
Nominate 15-20 blogs and notify all nominees via their social media/blogs
Thank and post the link of the blog that nominated you (very important)
A couple of weeks ago, I completed the QCS writing task as a component of my high school assessment. I completed my piece unexpectedly early –perhaps because I skipped the “drafting” process and dove straight into the final– and rewrote it on drafting paper to keep after the exam. I’m rather glad I frantically scrawled this piece down, because I’m rather fond of it. 🙂 It marks one of my first attempts at an emotional letter genre.
2 hours. Overarching stimulus: What Feeds Us.
The Specific stimulus (which I hadn’t recognised as a bible verse until I Googled it):
I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in.
This post is astonishingly overdue (in fact, we’re halfway through the month of November!) but better late than never. October was an eventful month, especially with the amount of challenges and obstacles I overcame. Most of them involved friendships and social environments. For me, this is rather unusual, but a welcome change from my usual pondering of “should I drink more tea?” (a question with a permanent answer equivalent to, “does the sun exist?”)
My fondest (heavy sarcasm here) memory involved the series of consequent all-nighters my extensive assignments required, nearing the start of this term. Throughout this entire year, my organisational skills were impeccable; I completed all my homework, tasks and exam revision on time. But those assignments shattered that routine. Now, I have 6 more torturous exams to complete –one for each subject– and the mere thought brings immense pleasure and joy.
Simply Sunday is a reading meme run here at Books for a Delicate Eternity. It’s where you can share your favourite quote of the week; be it from a book, a novella, a short story, a poem, a song – whatever you like!
When I first read Mitch Albom’s memoir, Tuesdays with Morrie, I fell in love with its profound words of wisdom. However, I never quite understood it; back in eighth grade, it was a collection of inspirational words –that is all. Three years later, I encounter these same words with new experiences, new perception and understanding. Now, I understand the importance of these words and life lessons.
If you hold back on the emotions–if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them–you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely.
Although food isn’t necessarily my strongest love (you will never be replaced, oh dear books), it’s undoubtedly my first. Food celebrates events, people and is just a word associated with happiness and culture. In Bengali tradition, inviting someone over requires adequate amount of food, as it’s both a welcome sign and symbol of friendship, and I suppose it’s a perception I’ve grown up with.
Selfies. Not a single member of my generation is unaware of its definition –they flood social media sites, overwhelm newspapers and the news, and exist as a symbol exclusively to us (for the better or worse is debatable). I’ve never been against selfies, but the concept behind it felt competitive (who can get more likes? omg, I can’t believe she just got more views than me #rood) and the idea just seems… unappealing. Even more humourous are the deep, meaningful quotes that have, sadly, nothing to do with the actual image.
That said, the trend of selfies always fascinated me. Call it peer pressure, but I’m fascinated by Instagram filters and obscuring/emphasising certain parts of your face —it’s almost like an art. Equipped with red lip-gloss and closed curtains, a whole series of selfies were born. Continue reading →