Dead

I never saw it coming. It wasn't like a comet, it was more of a light year. It moved forward but only at a decelerating speed... it deflected my thoughts, it eluded me, it changed me. And now, I see it. Now, it's clear. The pain was inflicted. The wound was raw, the blood made me cringe for a few days, it made me still, it made my mind weep. It was something like bad karma but also like an airborne disease. It sucked at my brain and entered my system. It may have even broken me but as I picked up the pieces, I realized something strange. The moon appeared beautiful at night. Among all that velvety darkness, it remained a thing of beauty. It shone more with its craters and spots. It held high and didn't back down. It provided some reassurance, hope and a feeling of serenity.

Hoping against Hope

My mom just came in to yell at me because I'm awake at a time when no one else is and yeah, well, I'm supposed to be safely tucked under my covers, fast asleep. I'm so bored, useless and feel utterly worthwhile at this point in time. I don't have a permanent job yet (I'm dying to work in a magazine as a writer or an Illustrator) and I just hope it will happen soon. There is talk of one extremely COOL place but if I talk about it here, it might just attract all the bad luck since my magnetism for that has been pretty strong for a while now. So I just hope, hope, hope and HOPE. Hoping against hope. Like Ogden Nash once stated in a poetic verse about dentists and drilling holes in gums. He was hoping against hope that he didn't have to go to the Dentist. Anyway, I truly hope Luis Fernandes has some GOOD news for me and I need to finish 3 cool stories for tomorrow in order to ensure that happens! So I wish and wish and wish and pray and pray and pray and hope. Hope. Maybe I can sing this part..would that be pushing this post to its limit? Bye, I shall talk to you more, Blog, tomorrow from under my bed covers, secretly. It's a date! Night Night.

P.S. A whole lot of hope. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE, PLEASE, PRETTY PLEEEASEEEEE God. Thank you. Ameneth.

P.P.S. If you, a reader, have good wishes to send, contact me telepathically. May I be sprinkled with your luck.

Beneath a Marble Sky

I'm reading one of the most mesmerizing books, Beneath a Marble Sky by John Shors. It's been a while since I've read a book that I want to savour pleasantly rather than devour till I reach the end. I mean, the last fantastic series I read was the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer and that's more of a page-turner and something that you'd wanna get to the end of, than read slowly. But Marble Sky is so awesome and it's like a yummy Indian flavour that you would just want to relish. It's a fictional story about one of Shah Jahan's daughters, Jahanara who falls in love with the principal architect, Isa, working on the Taj Mahal (one of the most beautiful and awesome architectural wonders of the world). The book is so picturesque and as you read the words, the pictures automatically appear in your mind. It is based on history so there are some interesting facts and Shors has really woven the entire piece beautifully. But like I said before, I haven't yet gotten to the end because I'm savouring each taste as I read it slowly. But pick up a copy, and I think after reading the book, it shall make one's actual experience of the Taj Mahal even more special when they finally see it. I've always wanted to go to Agra to see the Taj but I'm glad I'm reading the book first because it'll definitely hold special for me when I do get the chance to see it in all its pristine glory.
So go ahead, pick a copy when you can, it's guaranteed to make you fall in love with the book, with its characters and the author for writing it so splendidly... A must-read for all kinds of book-lovers, lovers of art and history, too.