Hey everyone,I go by the name Christin. On a journey to explore all the beautiful slices of life and savour them in my writing. i'm a student, writer and thinker with a knack of trying new things.
I read somewhere today, we ought to let our brains think because thats what they are meant to do. We ought to keep the natural flow of thoughts and satisfy the craving for thinking and introspection. When we shut it down with distractions and instant pleasures again and again, all of those thoughts come like a wave, which we cannot stop. It results in overthinking or that overwhelming feeling. It may consume us.
Let us sit with ourselves for few minutes each day. To think , reflect and introspect. Be healthy.
the prompt is giving voice to the inanimate or writing a persona poem. the prompt is given by writer’s digest. visit writers digest for more exciting prompts and daily prompts for April month.
here is my attempt-
I was your best mate back then now you have i think forgotten me not a day went by without thee now I’m waiting for you to hold me
the keyboard, touch screen, are your new buddies why, is it me or you, that has changed you still come back, on days unwarned I’m happy to welcome you with open arms
when you are unable to form words when your heart aches even in brightly lit room when you need an escape yet a familiar touch you come back to me for I help you express
I do not ask you, to only look at me but do come back often Chris for I miss thee;
-your half filled blue pen
It is so fun people, do give it a try and leave the link to your poems in the comments. i would love to read them. Happy Writing!!
For art, sketching was your truest expression, which never betrayed you, unlike your eyes which could move away, your head which could be trained, your art only said the truth.
Can I call you joonie, that’s what it sounds like when I say your name. I understand, i understand why you drew a caricature of Jin-ah with a uncharacteristically large head and a funny small body. when you were more than capable to draw an astonishing portrait and impress her. For you knew art, sketching was your truest expression, which never betrayed you, unlike your eyes which could move away, your head which could be trained, your art only said the truth. and the truth was apparent when you drew her portrait alone at home with a mere picture. Your truth, Your outpouring love for her could not be missed at all. With each detail came every moment you spent with her, whether the eyes that hold so much depth, eyebrows proud and independent, nose straight not giving up ever and lips which retained the innocence and maturity in an amalgam.
I understand why you did not want to show her that, for they were your feelings, bare, naked, your heart laid open, it was vulnerable more than we are used to. Also how could you do that, when you were not sure yourself about your feelings. But joonie, even if you were an ace at relationships, it is okay for you to hold back and contemplate, be uncomfortable being vulnerable. for every relation is different, it takes time and trust, and you did great taking your time and understanding what your heart wants.
Love for making love familiar and breathtaking at the same time Yours Christin
Joon Hee, played by Jung Hae-in is a character from the korean dramaSomething in the rain, literal title being Pretty noona who buys me food. I cannot assure you if he will fall among your top favourite characters, but one thing is for sure, you will definitely remember him in his unique yet familiar ways.
interesting fact– Joon-hee is younger than his partner Jin-ah played bySon ye-jin, and also in real life. No. of episodes: 16 Original network: JTBC Original release: March 30 –, May 19, 2018 you can watch it on Netflix
Touch me not for i shall sore away with the winds of north venture not to hold me for i intend to flow all the way from mountains to seas discover every inch of earth’s mystery
watch from a distance for i shall dissipate soon when our eyes cross and your breathing does somersault a mysterious force pulls you across all in the name of nincompoop heart
I saw the moon through the fire, and it shimmered, wavered, as a delicate painting, remembering the poem i first read this marvel in. While my father explained how this is due to different refractive index of air, cold and hot above the blazing fire. From which our attention was diverted to my sister’s constant foot tapping, for she wanted to go home and wash her funny coloured face( just holi things). Hence we moved towards home, before reaching encountered another story by my brother, that it is barred to go the basement of apartment building after 8’o clock. And a natural ‘why ‘ left my mouth, to which he revealed that there lives a ghost there- called momo. I wondered what was more funny, the ghost called momo or his belief on it.
Happy Holika Dahan or Choti Holi everyone.
To those who don’t know, Holika Dahan is an indian festival, marking the victory of belief in god, that one’s faith in the higher power prevails above all worldly powers. And evil burns itself in the pursuit of harming others. Happy Holika Dahan again!
life stories by christin 