What if you can't choose someone to love and your family decides to choose for you? Would you choose a past love over a new possibility?
Everyone Loves Somebody is a film about a woman doctor (Karla Souza) who seems to have everything... but the love part she hasn't figured out yet.
Write an open letter and tag it 'movies'. Have fun!
Freedom is feeling like you can break the chains of anything or anyone that binds you.
What makes you feel free?
Freedom was to me:
Free was not hearing my mum screaming. in either pijn or agony.
Free was my bike and Highland Canal that ran one end of the city to another.
For Jay and I; it was a super highway against savagery and lies.
Against drunken rows and broken windows.
Free was knowing I did not ever have to go back to lands that rolled in hills of souls so blackened; I question be they human or demon.
Freedom to me NOW is:
Not to worry that I will bankrupt my family because my genetic disease hath left me open for what seems every disease!
Have no worries that love I have; the cost was tremendous but now half a decade at hand.
No cares that myself comes last; to others I am their first al...
It is only when the presence of someone is suddenly turned into absence, that you truly start valuing their presence, taken for granted.
• Collaboration •
Words by Sankar
Illustration by Jen
This is the second one.
Although it can be global, it's kinda there in India quite a bit, even though that say India is secular.
And you can guess it, it's religion. This is even more sensitive than the prompt of last week.
There are so many things, that I'll probably have to write in another letter. But basically, we all divide ourselves and gang up against other based on religion in India.
If you're a Muslim, you're by default cast as a terrorist in lots of places, all over the world. It must feel sick to be branded and judged like that. But that's not the main thing.
I just want to see what your thoughts are because when I think of my love, she's Christian and I'm Hindu and she says ...
I was thinking and confused what should be the next prompt, whether to put a sensitive one or a fun one. Sensitive one might make you write a lot, so maybe I'll skip or so I thought and then I got more ideas, so I decided to put up both.
Last time I saw a collaboration prompt, I don't think it went so well, that's probably why I want to post one 🙊🙈. But I don't want to see you begging about, asking if someone wants to do it with you (unless you're super new and haven't made any friends here yet). I have made some set of rules for this one.
First of all lemme tell what you need to do.
This has to be a collaboration between 2 of you, and I'll say best of friends, choose your best friend o...
TO ALL THE BOYS I'VE LOVED BEFORE by Jenny Han is about a girl who who doesn't openly admit about her crushes but writes to them about how she feels and keeps them in a box under her bed... until her secret box of letters she finds out has been mailed.
What would you write to the boys you've loved before? What would you tell the author about this plot? Tag your open letter 'goodreads'.
#Rayie's Writing Prompt
What is Your Escape?
My escape is a person..Yes a person
The one who is there with me everytime...In every thought...In every imagination..
The one who adds courage to my strength...
The one who makes me go crazy'
The one who is in love with me..
The one who writes up for me...
The one who has got good ideas to escape from the world around.
The one who doesn't have any one but me.
The one who has got nothing to do other than making me smile and cheering up.
The one whose ego is a shield to his self-respect.
The one who laughs at me.
The one who never complains about me..
The one who makes me live the way I am..
The one who calms down the war in my head.
The one who...
It was March 8, 2001.
The moment was a long hard battle to reach. I had braved the elements that had been placed upon my body. Poisoning, viruses and finally chicken pox couldn't kill us.
It couldn't have been more rewarding when the nurse handed him to me! Even though he was giving me blood curdling screams, it was music to my ears and love at first site!
I don't know what I did to deserve my son, but I'll always call him the love of my life.
This prompt was there on my mind ever since women's day, and it's a pretty sensitive topic and one that really needs to be dealt with in particular all over the world, but it's getting worse by the day in India.
"The safety of women in India"
You know, on women's day, when I saw that day's newspaper lying on the floor and picked it up, the first thing I saw on the front page was a news that read, "Even though it's women's day, there is no special consideration for rape" and the news that followed under the headlines was worse. One news said two children of ages 5 & 7, sisters were found dead, hanging in their house, one week apart. They were victims of molestation and sexual abuse, th...
Time and space closes in
Voluntarily I fall helpless
Only God can give me the strength
I must go on reluctantly through this day
My hope quivering within me
Guide me, love me, give me grace
Before I vanish without a trace!
#WORLD POETRY DAY
Let no bitterness around,
Slowly get the better of you.
For you start turning them around,
For you start judging others,
Left with nothing but remorse.
उसके नन्हे हाथों में किताबो की जगह बेलन दिखाई देता हैं..
न जाने क्यों फूलों की डोली उसके सपनो की अर्थी नज़र आती हैं ।।
Yu toh bediya bht thi pairo mein ,
Azaad parinda( Mann ) lekin hmesha udta hua Hi mila...
Na Jane kitni baar katal kiya gya uska ,
Fir bhi uski muskurahat dekh ke jag hairan hi raha.
( U can read my other poems at azaadmann.blogspot.in )