Posted in Art, Beauty, Exam, Friendship, Funny, nature, Poem, Writing

Days of fun

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Returning from school

drenched form head to toe in rain and sand

Eating Lollipops and candies

while sheltering  under car sheds

Loitering in the school campus

during the dreaded math class

Bunking classes for a day

of excitement and joy at big fairs

Merry-go-round and giant wheel,

accompanied by cotton candies,

Ice pops, balloons and chocolates,

Tons of friends and tons of fun

days of delight, no regret in life

Living life like meant to be…

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Posted in Friendship, Milestone, Writing

Two milestones!

Hey guys!! I am so happy and I guess you can see the very obvious reason. I have reached 500+ followers AND a  one year WordPress anniversary  ON THE SAME DAY!! 😛

😀 Thanks a lot guys, all this wouldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for your gracious support and feedback.

It just feels like yesterday when I posted my first post, which is  WAY too amateur and amusing to read now. Here’s a link to it:

https://jazzlilyblog.wordpress.com/2016/03/13/the-intro-for-fun/?customize_changeset_uuid=c0b6216b-ad29-42eb-897d-aae8360696cc

Pleez don’t laugh  😛

And then,when I  got the first like to my first post, imagine my happiness! I was jumping around, dancing like an idiot, not just because I got my first like, but because I had already had another blog prior to this which nobody read and nobody commented and nobody liked. So my first like in my second blog meant my writing has tons improved than what it was when I wrote my first blog.

I must say, that writing is an art. Blogging is a talent. And all the bloggers here, you are the BEST. Its all because of your support that now I have marched ahead forward to this very milestone(s).

It has been a pleasant journey till here and I hope Jazzlily blog is something more to you all than some ordinary person’s ranting on the internet. 😉

Getting 500 followers was my DREAM. A dream that I thought was never possible to reach. Oh, I am very glad to have been proven wrong!

Blogging has become my HOBBY. Blog has become my DIARY. And WORDS have become my friends.

I thank all of the very outstanding bloggers out there for encouraging me with your comments and feedback, and having helped me write in this blog for an year.

I hope Jazzlily blog has many more years to live on and many more milestones to achieve and…well..I am just too excited to write more! I gotta be celebrating now! 😀

🙂

Yours joyfully

Jazz

 

P.S Don’t forget to check out my post “Being happy” which is somewhat dear to my heart. 😀 Here’s the link.

https://jazzlilyblog.wordpress.com/2016/03/14/being-happy/

 

Posted in Friendship, Writing

Best friends.

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All this time, I grew up thinking “true friends” was just a dream…was just a fantasy and something like that could possibly never exist.

But now, I have realized how wrong had I been.

Friendship is  a very fragile thing, like a braid of rope, to be slowly built with memories, joy, dreams and friendship.

Had I ever been happier than how I am with friends now, I could just say that I have forgotten those times.

I honestly feel like a colorful butterfly flitting around here and there joyfully with a whole flock of butterflies.

Friends change your perspective of life. I must say how fabulously my life changed after I found good friends.

Best friends.

 

 

Posted in Friendship, nature, Writing

Perishing playgrounds

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One fine day, I remember my mom telling me, that when they were children, playing in the sun wouldn’t mean getting tanned, getting sun burnt, getting bitten by mosquitoes, catching diseases or getting infected.

It was a part of their lifetime;playing.

But now, it surely is very hard to digest that concrete jungles and tar roads make it unable for children to even play.

Playing is like one of the basic amenities of life. After all, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

But now, its not only Jack, but millions of kids out there, with their eyes glued to smartphones, with no time to even imagine what playing with friends could really be.

To me myself, playing seems like a far-fetched dream. There are roads, shops, buildings, apartments, houses, libraries, malls and schools, but no playground can be seen.

Don’t deny it people, by making life better for yourself, you are making life miserable for the upcoming generation.

Let us be free.

 

 

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Posted in Confusion, Friendship, Quote, Story, Writing

Perspective-mindful musing

Image result for Perspective tumblr wallpaperI just realized how lucky I was.

I got a good home, good food, good clothes, good education, good friends and good everything. Like literally everything.

But still, I can’t help complaining about how long has it been since I last had a piece of chocolate cake, which by the way was 1 week back only.

I can’t stop whining about buying a new bag which is in the trend. I really do want a really fast Rubix cube, RIGHT NOW.

I want that beautiful, awesome, super cool, fanta-fabulous fast-writing pen IMMEDIATELY because all of them have it!

And without asking, I get supplied with tons of books related to Maths and Science and Social and Physics and Chemistry and Biology and blah blah blah 😦  “Grow up and become an engineer or doctor” is a very common phrase heard by a student.

I do not want to eat the same lunch everyday, I can’t stand the same food for two different meals of the same day. I WANT a variety. Yes I do.

And when I’m demanding all these AND being provided these, I can’t help wonder about those’s life where they can’t imagine their next meal without working hard now. Those who die working everyday to educate their children, those whose life are mingled with sadness and dullness, spun with tragedy and despair to watch people having more that what they should and wasting more that what they should.

Yes, it hurts me a lot to think of their lives, those poor unfortunate souls which no one bothers to help. Still, I don’t see why people don’t bother to help someone like them in need.

Of course, another human is like your brother/sister. You HAVE to show humanity. You are humane. Your are kind. You are helpful. You are caring. So you got to help people.

But how may of us actually do that?

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Posted in Friendship, Horror, Writing

Darkness

Sia coughed, wrapping her hands around her as the rain drops hit us hard.

‘Sophie, I think we should go home. But how do we, in this rain?’ She asked me. I stood as helpless as her. She coughed again, shivering.
Sia is my best friend, more like my little sister. ‘And I am not letting her fall sick’ Something screamed inside me.
‘Here, wear it.’ I said, handing my wet coat to her. She glanced at it and shook her head. ‘No, you wear it. You may fall sick.’
‘No. I say you wear it. You realize it that this is probably the last time we are hanging out since you are moving far, far away?’ I said to her stiffly. She gave a tiny nod before wearing the jacket. And, now it was my turn to shiver.

3 years later.
I and Sia are still best friends, even though it’s been years since she moved to Scotland. We are pen-pals, we write letters to each other.
Bu the best part now, is that I’m in Scotland!!!
You heard me right, yes, I’m in Scotland.
Not that I have moved here or something, but my parents allowed me to come here to visit my friend. Sia’s reply, when I said her that I was coming to Scotland, was cheerful when a third person read it. But when I read it, I felt the difference. She totally didn’t project her true feeling in the letter. Anyway, she asked me to wait near a prominent graveyard where she’ll meet me.
Strange, though not truthfully. Sia is someone who loved haunted happenings, paranormal activities and ghosts and stuff. She might pop in front of me, wearing her Halloween costume, trying to scare me.
Whatever. I’m excited to see her though.
Time passed, until it was one hour past the time she told me that she’ll meet me. The sun was sinking and there was no sight of her. I was starting to wonder if she wanted to see me or not.
‘Excuse me, you are Sophie?’ A voice said in a strong foreign accent. I turned around to see a girl clad in a midnight blue dress.
I nodded. ‘Yes, but I do not recognize you.’ I said to her.
‘You are waiting for someone?’ She said, ignoring my reply. I nodded again.
‘I am here as I was told to pass on a message to you.’ She said
.
A message? For me?
‘Go on.’ I said to her, a frown appearing on my face.
‘You will find it there.’ The girl pointed towards the first graveyard. I stared at it for a moment before turning. ‘What are-‘ I stopped mid sentence.
The girl had disappeared. The hairs on my neck raised.
Strange.
Shivering slightly, I walked inside the graveyard to the grave which she pointed.
The grave was small and had a piece of folded cloth on it along with a note. I sat down and began reading the note.
Sophie, my dearest friend. This is Sia. I missed you a lot. It was very awesome of you to come and meet me, but funny you could have come a year earlier. You could have met me…But now you can’t, although I can see you sitting here and reading this. A year back was when I had a car crash. Which I didn’t survive.
I stopped reading quickly, my eyes filled with tears automatically.
NO! Sia has to be joking! She’s here, playing pranks like usual. If she had really..died, then how did I receive letters for the past one year after her so-called death? Sia is a childish girl who loved her little pranks.
I looked around, searching for Sia. ‘SIA!’ I screamed. No reply. She wasn’t there. I felt a chill down my spine.
I bent down and continued reading.
Very sad ending, I had. I know. I died in a very painful way…Anyway, we will never see each other again and it pains me to say that. But there is something which I owed you, Sophie. Take that cloth with you.
And with that, the letter ended. Tears dribbled down my cheeks as I picked up the cloth and unfolded it. Sia, died?
I gasped.
It was the same jacket I had given to her on a rainy day, 3 years back. Something which she didn’t have a chance to return to me, but now she has done it. A note fell from that.
Sophie. Its so lonely here without you, you know. I want you here. So I will bring you here. It maybe painful, you know, dying. But still…  -Sia
My eyes widened in shock. I felt my heart turn lead and legs become jelly. I heard a high pitched scream, screeching sounds. I spun around quickly, fear etched on my face as darkness closed around me completely.
….