Raya's World of Adventure!

Elizabeth was sitting in front of her computer, her eyes bright and concentration etched across her pretty face. The international workshop would begin that day and she had to make sure everything was in order. The day was quite sunny with a clear sky. This was the perfect weather for an important meeting. She clicked her mouse twice and then got up from her seat.

The room was neatly arranged today, everything was ready. The scientists would arrive there in the evening and so they did not have much time to waste. Elizabeth went near the window, and then looked down. The road was quite clear, except for a few people, running busily. Elizabeth took a big breath and then rang her bell.

Her brother William arrived, with a hearty smile on her face. Before she could tell him anything, he started talking.

“Guess what, the TQFP has aranged to get chocolate muffins and wine for the guests! I love muffins!”

Elizabeth couldn’t help herself from smiling.

“I love muffins too, but I guess it will not be a good etiquette to eat them myself, as this is my workshop.”

Bill rolled his eyes “Oh Ellie, you are such a mannered CEO, enjoy life and have some fun!”

This was true. Elizabeth remembered her childhood days when she and William used to sneak away all the muffins from mummy’s food box. They had so much fun back then, running around, playing in the sun, or in the ankle-deep snow during winter. She missed those wonderful days.

“Anyways, you must have at least one muffin!” Bill said, his face strict.

“That will be seen later, now have you kept my paper securely in the way I told you to? You are my own brother, so I am trusting you. Don’t give it to anyone, not even to Maddy. Just keep it under your eyes. Okay?”

“Oh of course Ellie, don’t you trust me? I am a very responsible man. Now can I go, let me see if there are any free muffins made yet! Bye!”

Elizabeth sighed. She went and sat on her seat again, taking a bunch of papers in her hands. She was going through those papers, looking quite bored. It would be a long week.

She could not stay seated any more. Keeping the papers on her table, she came out of her office. The hallway was extremely bright, it really looked professional. Ellie went down the escalator and started walking down the road. It was indeed a lovely day and Elizabeth loved the sun and nature. How she wished she could stay in the sun all day, not having to worry about some stupid meeting. She remembered her house, a little red cottage with lots of green farms around it. She had grown up with nature itself. What use was this Quantum Physics, to the world? Would life become very hard to live without it? Of course not. But she had chosen this life and she, she was proud of it.

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PS: This was the second part and once I get the idea I will write the third one. Please comment if you liked it!.

~Amrita Sar

I am sitting on the pale blue seats of my lovely new BMW driving through the bustling city. It is so lively, colourful and modern, its my favorite city perhaps. I am all alone in this big car, but I like being lonely, especially in cars. My eye feasts on the skyscrapers, hotels, bars and colourful shops. I am rich, and I can afford to stay in all of these hotels, but I won’t, even if I have money, I won’t. The world has so many new oppurtunities for me but I’ll only think and then choose what I can.

I stop my car and then peek out of the window. Its a café called ‘laìt’ and I cannot resist the earthy smell of a steaming coffee mug with the velvety brown coffee in it, or I might have an espresso too… lets see.

I enter the café and as the door tinkles, a young lady like me, with dark auburn hair and green eyes, welcomes me. I have a seat, soft brown seats matching with the tables and the coffee. I order an espresso and then wait. The shop is filled with various types of people, mostly youngsters. I srart observing my table, when the tinkle of the door makes me look up. A very old lady, wrinkled and spotty, enters the shop. She can barely walk, her dress is patched and hair, all messed up in thw wind, she looks poor too. I keep watching her when the red-haired lady comes towards her.

“Excuse me, madam, you are not allowed to enter without money”

“I’ll just sit for a moment, please, I’ll go away in a while, its so cold out there” the old lady replies, coughing. It is really a pitiful scene for my eyes.

“No, madam, you will not get seats here without money, nor can you stand her as we cannot give you the heat of the heater, it requires money, and anyways, you are making this place dirty. Please stand outside and if you have three bucks, thats one coffee, you can have that seat in the corner. If you don’t please don’t waste our valuable time!”

My jaw drops in the way she speaks to her. There was a good lot of difference in the way she spike to me! I am astonished, is she a human or an animal? I can take it no longer!

“But… I don’t have any money”

“Out!”

But before the door tinkles I come forward. She stops, the lady looks. I hold her hand, bring her in and give her a twenty dollar note. She tries to refuse it but, I insist. The lady looks at me with her face unreadable. “Excuse me Ma’am, what are you doing? ”

“If we humans cannot help each other, why are we humans then? We are animals, like any other wild animal! If you cannot give her kindness, I will, if you can’t give shelter to a poor old lady, I will! You can only welcome rich people, with lots of money, with lots of cars, and you’ll reject an old lady! I don’t want your coffee, I’ll give that to her. I am giving this money to her because I don’t want to be an animal! Help people, be kind! It takes nothing to just help! Stop worrying about your money, worry about the people who need your help! If we young people don’t give our hand to the needy, who will?”

I gave her the money and the coffee, and came out. The bustling city was still bustling.

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PS: Please like and follow and comment on this story. Please visit my sister’s blog too, its Maitreyee Sar

I am a very wierd sort of person. I am an ambivert, which is, I am basically introverted but I am super free to talk and socialize with the people who are my good friends, mind you – only good friends. When I was small I did not have any good friends, just one or two. So I have been writing and reading since I was in KG II.

So basically, it is my sister who had brought me into this awesome world between the pages. Now it has turned into a wonderful hobby of mine. I have been writing since KG II, the first ones were very lame and stupid storys, and I am still writing. Writing gives me the feeling of self-sufficiency and satisfaction. I love to write stories, essays, stuff in these blog posts….. anything. I don’t know if my storys are good, but I like to write, and that’s that.

So now the question is, why do I like to write? How did it suddenly become a hobby of mine?

I’d like to answerthe first question first. So I do not like to write, I love to write. There are several reasons I do so, here’s a few of those:

1. When you writing, you are in a complete different universe. Everything is removed from your mind, your thoughts, your complaints, your memories , everything. You are suddenly transported into a world that you yourself made. I’ve experienced that myself while writing a novel ( that I am still writing!)
2. Nobody can take you away or distract you when you making a plot of a story. Your concentration increases.
3. Books and pens can never leave you. They are your eternal friends.

Now, the second one is a bit descriptive. When I was class KG II, I hated books, hated them! I refused to read any, and I did not even hold pens (mostly because we had to write in pencils at that time) and my hobby was just playing. But then, later that year, I got a small diary from mum and then, having failed to refuse them further, I wrote some lines on the topic ‘my family’. It ended up very badly and since then, I kept on writing lame and small stories. In class I, my sister forced me to read a book, called ‘The book of fairies’ by Enid Blyton. I liked that and then I read some of the ‘Noddy’ books. I loved them and then I read few other kinds of books. Since then, I have read Ruskin Bond, Harry Potter, Enid Blyton, Percy Jackon, Roald Dahl… and my journey continues. I have written thousands of small unfinished stories, poems, essays and now I have started doing blogs. I love writing and I love reading!

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PS: I’ve mentioned my elser sister in this post and she has one too. Search Maitreyee Sar here in WordPress and you’ll get her posts. She writes better and me and her stories are awesome!

It was a beautiful Spring morning, bright and sunny. Wendy, the daughter of a village garland-maker, was walking past the royal garden, watching every single charm. Her own mother was a garland seller, but she had never seen anything beyond those boring dasies and periwinkles. She liked to walk past the garden, but she was not permitted to enter in. She watched from the road

There were so many, thousands of flowers, pink, blue, red, yellow, what not! They were so beautiful, so colourful, so bright! They were so intricately detailed, perfectly moulded. They brought to mind the sweetness of honey and the melodies of the hill mynas. Wendy belonged to the hills…

Wendy stood there, unconcious of the world around her. She remembered all those nights, her head on dad’s lap, filled with millions of doubts, dreams, hopes. Her father used to tell her about his experiences as a royal gardener, spending hours and hours looking after the flowers, listening to their says. She remembered her dad, that carved sweet face, always ready to listen to her complains, hopes and dreams. Where was he now? Her daddy, those sleepless nights- worrying about how the flowers would bear such stormy nights, she was such a fool then!

Where was her dad? He left home so many days ago, said he would come back as soon as the war was over, he never kept her promise! Wendy is not a kid anymore, she knows where her father has gone, but she still wants to think that he will return someday…or maybe she’ll go to him, again, once again she would hear the stories.

These flowers were so lovely, so meaningful, so valuable. The war ended hundreds of days ago…hundreds of sleepless nights… worrying about what her dad would get to eat

during war, with whom he would speak… It has been over a long time ago.

Every day, her dad would bring at least a dozen new flowers for her…red, blue, yellow! They were so beautiful. The flowers, their colours have not changed… their moulders have. How she wished she get to hold those flowers once again, remember her fathers touch, the colours, the nights. She was still staring at those lively pink flowers, remembering all those sleepless nights, all those times she got angry becuase her father had brought some boring flowers. How she wishes to touch the boring flowers now, now that all those days have ended, those hopes vanished.

She was still standing, longing to get those flowers when the wind blew and she noticed little pink flowers at her feet. Those days have gone long by, those sleepless nights suddenly vanished and she could see the little red-haired girl walking alongside her father, holding his hand.

My life is becoming a bit too study-filled. I am not that studious-topper kind of girl but I am better than average, you can say. So I don’t like that all-work-and-no-play kind of life.

Hello guys! Welcome back to another day of my boring life! Its not exactly ‘boring’, but it is super duper study-filled. I simply do not like to study ( deep down in your hearts core, you don’t too! Nobody does! ) so much. I like to have a bit of study, a bit of fun, a lot of adventure in it. Nowadays, Its fully becomind study-oriented. Whenever I am not studying, I am either panicking about the long portion that is still left or thinking about whether to go to school the next day. That is what my life has become nowadays.

Basically now, the classes are not happening and only time is wasted. That’s all guys! Meet you again some time later ( If I do not die studying!) Till then, byeee!!!!

Its confusing right? Sometimes we try to follow our heart and then we end up following our brain! And anyway what’s the difference?

Life is very complicated and hard. Every day is just another struggle with jobs or school or studies! Sometimes we just need to stop thinking for a while In these tough times, we often have to decide between right and wrong, heart or brain. So what to do ?

CHAPTER: I

Every day Amanda wakes up to find her already out of bed. Her? Her roommate Alice. She gets up, finishes her morning chores and then goes off to work after a normal breakfast of eggs and bread. Every day she wonders where Alice goes. But she does not go any further than just thinking. Her heart says to go and look and yet her conscience tells her to keep out of others’ buisnesses. And she knows that, she is experienced. Who cares where she’s going? She returns and that is all that matters! ~~

Alice, now, is a young girl who goes to normal jobs everyday, but before that she takes a long walk in and around the hills. What will she do if Amanda wakes up so late? She tries to wake her up every single day, but she doesn’t!

CHAPTER:II

Monday was just another usual day like that, Alice goes and Amanda thinks! But that day, Amanda felt a bit different. As usual Alice wasn’t there and as usual she just kept thinking. But that day, Amanda wanted to find out her secret. Her heart wanted to do so, but then again, her conscience warned her. Her mind was thinking the same old thing, but that day her heart longed harder. She was having some sort of internal struggle. She had to go to work too. But suddenly she felt that she wanted, her heart wanted to go. And, quite surprisingly, she left her house to find the secret of Alice.

CHAPTER:III

Now, so it happenned, that Alice was really in danger. She needed help, but in the hills, who would find her? She walking as usual, but suddenly, quite suddenly, she found herself hanging from a small branch of a tree. Down below, she could only a see a very misty river, very very misty. She had fallen from a steep cliff!

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Amanda was now in the hills. She followed her heart. Her heart told her to go and look around the hills first, Alice could be there, lying, sleeping, anything…

And so she went, looking, watching every thing, searching for her roommate. She was just about to turn back, when she heard the cry…

“Help!”

” Amanda, I can see you, please, Oh! My hand is slipping! Please!”

Amanda was astonished! It was really Alice, her roommate, and she had fallen off a cliff! Thank goodness she came!

Amanda got her roomate back on her feet and she told her all about her misadventures and where she went everyday. But she also asked her “How did’ya know that I was in danger? You don’tcome to search for me everyday!”……

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Now this is how this works, Listen to your brain and follow your heart! Learn to decide when to choose your brain and when your heart!!

Hi guys! Welcome back! So you guys already know that I am a die-hard and aggressive bookworm. I love, LOVE to read books. So this is the list of my all-time-favorite books. Though they change every month, these will always remain my favorite.

Ready?

1. HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE
2. HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS
3. HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE
4. HP AND THE PRISONOR OF AZKABAN
5. HP AND THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE
6. HP AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
7. HP AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS.
8. AND THEN THERE WERE NONE~ BY AGATHA CHRISTIE
9. CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY~ BY ROALD DAHL
10. PERCY JACKSON SERIES.
11. THE BLUE UMBRELLA ~ RUSKIN BOND
12. LITTLE WOMEN
13. DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL
14. THREE MEN IN A BOAT
15. BOY~ ROALD DAHL
16. LITTLE MEN
17. THE ALCHEMIST
18. LOOKING FOR THE RAINBOW
19. STORY OF MY LIFE~ BY HELLLEN KELLER
20. RUSTY RUNS AWAY~BY RUSKIN BOND

That’s all guys! Let me know what your favorite books are in the comments. Meet you again some day later!

BYEEE

The world outside the four walls…..

I was, as usual on my bed, with several blurry thoughts on my already blury mind. It was the thirty-second day here- only eight months more to go. You must be thinking that I am barking mad, and you’re right, I am becoming so. Each day seems like a year and every night I cross off another day in my mind. Yes, this is my life- my life in the clink!

As I wait for my brown soup, My eyes turn towards the window, my only escape. It was, as expected, tightly grilled but I am not talking about running away ( But its still a nice idea though…) but I am talking about the world outside it. Its my only hope, like the door of my heart. The window is my only and the last hope and shelter.

The window overlooks the garden along with some residential houses. Beyond the flowers there were several green hills, overgrown with lush green grass and wild daffodils. As I look outside, my mind unfurls its wings and flies away and I keep staring. My mind is now , maybe, in the hills or near my dear mum and dad. I suddenly feel so, so ashamed of my own actions. A murder! Did my parents ever even think of it? I, their own daughter would commit a murder? Never! And yet, I commited one, a very silly and in a an un-strategic way. I must have known earlier, I should have consulted my own heart. And yet, here I am now, looking outside the prison-window and thinking about all these things.

My heart is still out, maybe it has returned, but I am still unaware. My eyes are wet with tears, white hot tears of regret. How fast life changes!

( Story written by Raya, picture credit: Pinterest )