Simli Village Karnaprayag 💫
Mountains and Villages 🌲🌸 (an alternate story)
I think that's the thing about beautiful remote landscapes and the communities adjoining them. While people coming from the cities relish the nature and serenity that the place provides, but to the inhabitants, especially in a country like India , being a woman at such a place will come with a price. Notions to adhere to , honours to keep, character to be preserved as if that is your legacy on this earth. A girl with a voice in such a place, a rebel inside her would die a thousand deaths each day trying to break free from the tall mountains and the taller structures of traditions and customs that are within the place. She wishes to be the river, gushing, floating away to unknown , uncharted new adventures and lands.
And you don't have some distinct advantage of not being judged just because you came from a city. 🗼
I know not many would talk about this. It's nice to just turn your head towards the mountains, bask in their glory , drool over how you would always want to live in the hills and move on , back to your city lives. But that girl , that's precisely where she despises you . She can't take that bus and move on. She has those heavy words to keep and that's a battle she'll have to fight ! 💫🌷✒️ #thatalternatestoryteller .
Dear Miss Tery,
Please observe the man in said beret in the above Photograph, as you will notice on close inspection, he has not quite reached the levels of youth in heart, mind or body that you have so consummately reached yourself, right now, but he was at this point well on his way. You will observe the said vehicle, being a carriage of all manner and forms jackassery, for the sole purpose of bringing joy to men, women and children all over the suburbs of Sydney many many years ago. It was during these years of being an itinerant jackass that the Beret Man developed skills that will be well regarded for our future years together in Married life ever laughter, As we travel the countryside as two galloping gypsy jokers! The above carriage is still in remnants and will have to be resurrected to suit your own feminine requirements, and costume Cupboardry, for our planned attack on the world with said Street joviality!
Yours in Tights, Tutu’s and Lingerie,
A woman of real beauty is a joy forever,
Whether she ever be mine or never!
This is for those people who find it hard waking up in the morning, this is for those people who’ve not been feeling like themselves for a long time, this is for those people who had tears when they went off to sleep last night, and this is for them who woke up the next day feeling like they shouldn’t have woken up at all.
Let me tell you that you’re not alone, and that you’re strong. I know life hasn’t been kind to you, it hasn’t granted you the things you’ve wished for. I know that you’ve cried in the bathrooms and that when you look out of your car, all you think of are the things that went wrong, darkness circling around and not the beauty waving at you.
But let me tell you that whatever happened cannot be changed, no matter how hard you pray, sometimes hardest things happen to us and we become very hard on ourselves, we don’t let those positive energy surround us and that’s okay, that’s human nature but please know that things won’t be the same, that ONEDAY when you wake up and you take that first sip of coffee, you’ll look back at this day, you’ll get chills and you’ll be proud of who you are, you’ll pat yourself at the back and tell yourself that you’re a survivor, you’re the one who thought waking up was the hardest thing to do and now when you look at the sun, it reminds of you of all the beautiful things you have in life, all the people who were there to take your hand and let you know that you’re not alone.One of these mornings, when you’ll look out of the window, you will not see darkness anymore, you will not have tears in your eyes but hope and love and gratitude, that you made it, that you came out of that zone.
Life wasn’t perfect then, life isn’t perfect now.But now is so much better, right now you’re so much calmer and happier and at peace. So just remember, life gives you a little of this and a little of that with a little of lessons to learn that takes you a long way.
I define myself as something indefinite,I write when I am anxious,I cry,I laugh,I scream,I feel blend of every emotion when I am writing,I write because I am made of words,I write because I appreciate the art of self,I write because it satisfies me,I write because nobody is ready to give an ear to me,I write because I love doing it.
I write when my heart is drowning,I write when I feel like I am the happiest person alive on earth.I write when I am full of sorrows,I write when I have nothing to bother about.
The words come bursting out of me,I don't have to Google them.
I don't write so people could love me,
It comes out of my soul like a rocket,
Being still would drive me to madness, suicide or murder,
So yeah,now "I wanna be a writer " ,Mr.Charles bukwoski.
And I fit in your criteria.
Would this world let me write in peace now?
Your's truly: Insha.
Swipe for an Urdu aesthetic.
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love-- I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we-- Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. 🌊. -Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe