[M O O N D U S T] A tale of love, a tragedy of will // Breaking and making of lives//

A lonely place.

Soundless and Laughterless

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A family of seven.

And a hopeless world.

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The mother puts on her best face for her little children, even in the face of extreme adversity. The father tries to keep his family alive, just one more day.

And then, when things seem manageable, something terrible happens.

One of the heartbeats stops.

Forever.

In front of their eyes, their little kid dies! 😦 In the most brutal manner imaginable. The sister cries. The mother’s hysteria is out-of-control. The father tries to stop that from happening but fails.

But life doesn’t stop. It goes on. It has to.

They build their own little world. Their quiet world. They are mute. Want to speak. But cannot. They are helpless. But even that doesn’t matter. They learn to cope with it.

Another heartbeat is on its way as if God is trying to make up for what was unjustly taken away from them.

They are happy or at least trying to be. But the circumstances won’t let that happen! The father dies protecting his family. The daughter is filled with regret and guilt for never understanding his love for her. The mother’s heart and will are in tatters.

But she must go on. And she does. They all do.

The love they have for each other, the passion they have to live JUST ONE MORE DAY is far greater than a few sound sensitive monsters.

 

And so they put on their armours and go on. Fighting and loving.

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Then there is a man. An artist by profession. With everything he could ever need to be happy – a loving wife, a beautiful son – a perfect family. But then one day,

the weather changes and with it changes his whole world.

Death and disgusting horror fill his upcoming hours.

He is forced to stay in a big glass enclosed place, with a few dozen more humans, all in the same position as he – scared and helpless. Much like the man in the above story. But the difference lies in…

their capacity to endure.

Their will to go on.

Although he manages an escape from the giant, dark things holding him and his son back, with a couple more people who trust in his leadership, who have full faith in his decisions, but, alas!

He accepts defeat JUST A FEW MOMENTS before the sun was about to shine before the mist was going to clear, a few minutes to his salvation and he gave up.

Not just he gave up but in the process, he ended up taking his followers’ and his son’s life with his own bare hands, barring shut any possibility of his leading a happy, normal life.

Granted that he was broken, granted that the circumstances he was in, most would have accepted defeat but that’s not the point, is it?

The point is that life is a constant source of struggles, sometimes giant, sometimes petite. What matters, what really matters is how strong we are, what drives us, and what is our breaking point.

We have to constantly push that point where we tend to give up- further and further, throughout our life. That’s the defining line between the making and breaking of our lives.

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A Quiet Place taught me the importance of love and what impact it can have on our will whereas The Mist taught me to forever reminding myself that the end is when we decide it would be, not when the circumstances force us and so, we have to keep moving. Continuously improving.

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So, what did you guys think?

Do you agree with what I discussed here? Or not?

Have you watched The Mist and A Quiet Place? Did you like them?

What was the one event in your life when you accepted defeat and then regretted that decision of giving up too quickly?

Tell me in the comments below! I am waiting! ❤ ❤ ❤

Lots of loooveee!!! Until next time.. ❤

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Coming back next month..

Hey, guys…

I know I have been a fickle human being for the last MANY MANY months and I apologise for that. I do! But as some of you know I was going through my exams and shit and I just needed a LOOONG break from everything that contains ink and requires a use of my mind.. So, I took a break from everything to schedule posts and write AWESOME content for MY GORGEOUS READERS!

YESS, YOU ARE FUCKING WELCOME. ❤️😍

so, MARK THE CALENDARS 📆!! I AM COMING BACK ON 15 th June! And this time, ITS PERMANENET! I PROMISE!!!!!

Leave me a comment!! CHAT WITH MEEEE!! I HAVE MISSED EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU VERYY MUCH! I know that I havenot replied to some of thecommebts earlier but that is just because I did not even see them until NOW! You have GOT to beieve mee!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLEEAAASSEEE!! I NEED TO READ YOUR COMMENTS OR I WILL GO MAD! Do you want meto go INSANE?? 😭 ( I mean even more thanI already am, huh? 😢)

W A I T I N GGGGGGG…..

Magic, Children, and Oldies/ THE SNOW CHILD by Eowyn Ivey (REVIEW)

White lines run in an artistic fashion (on the cover of the book) to form a slender, wild, yet graceful girl walking around, making her way through the chilly woods with an ease of a fox.

She trots on the snow ️ covered ground delicately, taking care not to disturb the lovely white ground. She carries an ocean in her heart, as blue as her eyes, frozen like the frost on her hair. She is a miracle. She is mundane. Look at her and you see two things, the ORDINARY and the OTHERWORLDY, both combined in such beautiful proportions that you cannot help but reach out your hands to touch her cheeks, caress them. Hug her and hold her close.

You never want to let her go. She is a stranger, an outsider, a CHILD OF THE SNOW, but she feels like your own. And as soon as your hands start to get used to her touch, she disappears. Melts into the wind like frost on leaves leaving an imprint of her presence in your hearts and in your minds.

You ache for her sight. Just once again.
You want to feel her cool, blue stare. Just once again.

She belongs to the wild. How can you keep her inside?

She is a miracle child. Can you afford to not know her?

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THE SNOW CHILD by Eowyn Ivey took me by surprise. I was NOT expecting it to be this…this…soooo… GOD, I AM OUT OF WORDS!! *sighs dreamily at the memory of my first reading of the book*

THES N O WCHILD

It’s one of those stories that glide easily from the surface of the pages in the book to the depths of your mind and heart without any help of your own.

You just need to know how to comprehend the words and make sense of them. JUST THIS BASIC TECHNIQUE and YOU ENTER A WORLD OF POSSIBILITIES while reading The Snow Child. And I mean the POSSIBILITIES OF EMOTIONS that you will feel. Countless thoughts will run in your mind, each a bit different from the other but all tugging at the strings of your delicate yet mighty heart, asking you –

“How is this possible that something so beautiful can exist in a world SOOO devoid of magic?”

This book is a blessing to all those out there with a magical soul but living in a black and white world. Ironically, the whole story takes place in a snowy world of its own but the colors will be seen in the flight that your mind will take at the entry of the beautiful words. I can guarantee you a B E A U T I F U L journey if you decide to pick up this book.

But…
BE WARNED.
You may start hearing the child’s giggles and may start seeing her pale and beautiful face flashed in your window time and again. BUT THAT JUST MEANS THE STORY HAS WORKED IT’ S MAGIC and now it’s your turn to keep it alive in your hearts FOREVER.

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Sooooooooooooooooo??

WHAT DID YOU THINK? *wiggles eyebrows*?? 
Did you like the review?
Did I make you want to read it?
Or have you already read the book? What were your favorite moments? Are you as much in love with it as I am?
FUCKING TALK WITH MEEEEEEE!!! 

//MOONDUST// A thousand wishes upon a shooting star

A death of silence is what I longed for. An escape from the prison of word-less, sound-less symphonies screeching static in my ears, driving me mad.

The death of a thousand burning lights of the hollow darkness.

I craved for a death of cold stares and empty hearts. For rooms filled with laughter and the echo of dancing souls.

I longed for a death of lonely afternoons in the cafe, waiting for someone who was gone far, faaaar away…

D E A T H 

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I craved a death of existence.
The existence of all things that pierced my heart like shards.
Death.
Just one death.

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But maybe I was demanding too much. Maybe the shooting star had something entirely different in mind. And as I tried hard to figure out what the flames around me were trying to engulf, I started feeling the burn.
It was in that moment that I realised. I realised.
I finally realised.

I craved death. A death of all things beautiful that I couldn’t have.

A death of all the smiles that I just couldn’t enjoy.

Yes, I was turning dark. Going mad. I had grown to like the bars around me. I was cold. I was bitter.

I craved death.

A death of all the lights that blinded me. A death of everything around me.

A trip to HEAVEN, HELL and BACK..with stories to tell, time to spare AND PEOPLE TO BURRRNNNN…..

I MISSED YOU. I FUCKING MISSED YOU. I MISSED YOU SOO FUCKING MUCH THAT I FUCKING FUCKED UP EVERY FUCKING CORNER OF MY FUCKING MIND……

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Yes! The drama queen’s back and all you traitors who did not try to free her from those fucking goblin mutants in hell and fairy-faced serpents in heaven, YOU SHALL FACE HER FURY IN THE UPCOMING DAYS!! YOU BETRAYED HER? You left her to dieee!???? 😡😡

And then there were some TRULY FAITHFUL friends

JAS

NADA

ASH

TATI & TONY

who cared for her and helped her dig her way up the hellhole that is her mind with their concerned words and well-wishes! I AM BLESSED TO HAVE YOU AS MY FRIENDS! 😢😢😢

THANK YOU..THANK YOU SOOOOOO FUCKING MUCH!!!

*breaks down* *pulls herself together*

NOW…

Complications arose.
Were dealt with.
AND I HAVE COME TO RECLAIM MY MOTHER-FUCKING THRONE…

No one – NO FUCKING ONE – can take my place and everyone knows it. And all of you who have been loyal to me…THANK YOU.. ❤️❤️ YOU ARE THE BEST!!

And those who thought I was in some shithole and gone for good, WELL…..

FUCKING THINK AGAIN! 😒😈

🥂 TO HAPPIER TIMES AND RE-UNIONS AND NEW FRIENDS AND POSTS…

RAIN☔️

Two loves and TWICE THE HATE// 1+3 Poetry REVIEWS//

”There are cages, and then there are your eyes” AND THEN THERE IS THIS BOOK YOU WON’T FORGET NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRIED //I Wore My Blackest Hair//

What it’s like to be an outsider in a country? Yes, that’s what underlies each and every word in this book but even if you have not known that feeling, you can still relate to her words. YOU KNOW WHY? Because in some way or another, we are ALL ALIEN TO THIS WORLD, IN THIS WORLD.

We think we are so smart having split the atom and toured the heavens.

We think we KNOW the world now.

We think we know the person staring at us from behind the shiny, reflective surface of self-discovery – MOCKING US, MIMICKING US.

We are delusional.

And that’s what this book is about. Being delusional while struggling to keep your sanity? The former being the world and the latter being you? Yeah, THAT’S what I am talking about, what SHE is talking about. 

I AM LONELYIN MY LONELY CHEST
THIS EXPRESSES THE BOOK COMPLETELYYY!!! DAMN, I am getting hella good at this. 😉 ;p

I never knew what magic half-formed incoherent sentences filled up-to the brink with feelings of frustration, reproach, anger, sadness, and a humble but unnatural silence could perform before I read her words. They are as beautiful as a cocoon on a leaf – YOU CAN’T HELP BUT ADMIRE THE RAW BEAUTY – harmoniously affected and unaffected by the outward forces.

There is a literary quality to her pain which gives beauty to expression and meaning to beauty. 
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ALL WORDS AND NO FEELS makes //Smoke and Mirrors// BAD POETRY

Maybe it’s just me (I RATHER DOUBT IT) or maybe there REALLY is something wrong – something really out-of-context in this AWFULLY short ”poetry” book.

Now, don’t get me wrong, but as a reader, I need the words to build up the tension first and THEN release it – like the clouds – to get REALLY involved in any book but in these already few words, I just couldn’t feel ANYTHING AT ALL

These are nothing but incoherent snippets that our minds form day in and day out. I wouldn’t say I HATED it but I was completely indifferent towards it.

If only these ”poems” had contained any real spark. If only the ”sensual love” that the poet felt himself had been successfully conveyed on the paper as well. If only these words hadn’t lacked the emotions.

But poetry is supposed to make us feel – feel everything DEEPLY – and that JUST WASN’T THE CASE WITH THIS PARTICULAR ANTHOLOGY.

It felt like I was reading a regular somebody’s 2 AM thoughts and THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT!!! But let’s just CALL A SPADE A SPADE – THIS WASN’T POETRY. 

These were thoughts from someone’s personal diary and I AM SORRY but the ‘midnight musings’ of an individual has no REAL meaning to anyone else EXCEPT the writer.

Now, maybe this could’ve been different. Maybe if the words hadn’t been completely devoid of any depth BUT for THAT to happen, the reader has to feel the same FLOOD OF EMOTIONS that the writer feels while writing those words.

Now, words NEED to have a life of their own – A BREATH OF THEIR OWN to make a lasting impact on reader. BUT ‘Smoke and Mirrors’ FAILED to make me feel anything WHICH IMMEDIATELY RENDERS IT FORGETTABLE. And that is NOT a mark of a good book. AND ESPECIALLY GOOD POETRY. The words lacked any REALITY OF THEIR OWN!

These poems could’ve been in a DICTIONARY as far as I am concerned.

I AM SORRY to cause the poet any sting here BUT I’d not recommend this to anyone who knows what REAL POETRY IS.

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TRUE TO IT’S MEANING //Flux//

Reading FLUX feels like reading pages from my own heart – it reeks of disappointment, smells of hope, and is fragrant with love – in all it’s forms, in all it’s delusions, it’s bitter-sweet ache– ALL THE THE SAME TIME!

These words seemed to vibrate with both a life of their own AND a piece of my own self.

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”You made me sad till I loved the shade of blue.” DO YOU LIKE THE AESTHETIC???? 😉 ❤ YESSS!!!

I could feel every little emotion intensely, crawling up and down my skin and then making it’s way deeper and deeper and deeper still.

Maybe it’s just because I have gone through experiences similar to the author’s but there was something bizarrely omniscient about these words – the way they took command over your head – that left me exasperated AND delighted by the time I reached the end.

It was as if I was reading about the glorious time that has passed away, the moments in time that still beat with with a harmonious discord, and the future that probably holds more storms than gentle, soothing rain. 

And YET, I LOVED IT TO BITS.

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HELP ME UN-READ THIS SHIT!//Permeable Divide//

I am sorry but I JUST COULD NOT FINISH THIS ONE. I tried. BELIEVE ME, I DID.  😦 I spent two hours staring at the words – trying to find something that would interest me.

But these little poems are food for the vultures – THEY ARE DEAD!!!

No emotions AT ALL!

I sat there resolute to FINISH THE BOOK but my mind refused to comply. AND WELL, gotta listen to the boss. So, there you have it, ANOTHER BOOK SOOO UNBEARABLY HORRIBLE THAT I HAD TO DNF it.

*sigh*
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 PHEW!

 

THAT WAS SOMETHING, huh? I AM TELLING YOU, it took me sooo long to write this post. YOU BETTER APPRECIATE IT. 😉

 

But, I WANT TO KNOW HOW MANY BOOKS YOU DNfd THIS MONTH/LAST MONTH? I personally HATE to do it! How do you cope with the disappointment?  I USUALLY LOCK MYSELF IN A WORLD OF SELF-LOATHING AND HATE MYSELF FOR BEING A CHICKEN. 😦

Which of the books are YOU planning to read? Uhhh.. FLUX and I Wore My Blackest Hair

TALK TO MEEEEEE!!!

[MY BOOKISH OBSESSIONS] November 2017// GRIMM’S FAIRY TALES//

Fairy tales are THE TRUTH.

They are what makes us feel ALIVE for it is in the MAGIC that we seek solace NOT in reality.

Yeah, THAT MUCH IS [PRETTY CLEAR but why?

Why is it that magic appeals to us more than our mundane lives?

No, no. It can’t be the USUAL answer. It has to be something VERY SIMPLE. So simple that we often forget that it even exists. I have forgotten why it is that fairy tales tugs at that portion of our hearts that NONE OTHER CAN.

Why is it that our minds, suppress their judgement COMPLETELY, when these little tales of eternal truth cloaked in the garb of imagery and heavenly imagination are provided to our senses? Why is it that we FEEL MORE KEENLY, SEE MORE CLEARLY, and LIVE MORE BEAUTIFULLY when we believe in them and it all TURNS AROUND when we don’t?

Well,these questions have always been present in my mind, though passively. They may present themselves in NUMEROUS WAYS but the essence remains the same. But, the feeling got stronger when reading a post from THE BEST LIBRARIAN IN THE WHOLE GOD DAMN WORLD I was reminded of these little magic wands again A.K.A. FAIRY TALES. And so, I decided right there and then that  —–

I AM GOING TO OBSESS OVER Grimm’s Fairy Tales this month!!

SOUNDS FUN, RIGHT?

So, suspend your judgement, suspend your RATIONAL mind, SUSPEND EVERYTHING THAT ISN’T YOUR HEART as we explore these tales, how they were written, what’s the meaning behind them, and MOST IMPORTANTLY :

WHY ARE THEY SO APPEALING?

I HOPE to reach the answer to it all by the end of the month BUT HEY, if I can’t, then, CONTRARY to the USUAL belief, ”TOMORROW ALWAYS COMES” 😉

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So, what do you think?

Do you like to read FAIRY TALES? 
Which ones are your favorite? Are there any particular tales by Grimm’s Brothers that you’d like to suggest me?

Do YOU know why is it that WE ADORE FAIRY TALES SO MUCH? 

Have YOU encountered any of those DELUSIONAL people who still say that FAIRY TALES ARE FOR CHILDREN? WELL, FUCK THEM!