Whenever I feel the need to exercise, I lie down until it goes away. -Paul Terry I understand.
Joey doesn’t share food! -Joey Tribbiani, The One With The Birth Mother(S10 E9), Friends Just felt the need to share it.🤷🏻♀️ P.S.–I wrote a poem for Poetry Bar and it got published day before yesterday( I forgot to mention it earlier). Here’s the link, if you may, do check it out-https://lunatheblog.com/2020/10/15/pulse/ Also, the poem mayContinue reading “Food”
If Indians would have segregated waste like they segregated caste, our country would have been cleaner. -unknown I really can’t agree more. We seriously had a chapter named ‘Unity in Diversity’ in third grade, but how can we call this division and wars between religions ‘unity’? Be in your own space, follow your own preferredContinue reading “Caste Division”
I move through the glowing, green mass of fear, my bubble of fear already deflated by the needle of need and courage. But I was in the crowd, the crowd highly concentrated on fear. And oh, it happened. Slowly and slowly, the attractive molecules of fear found their way through my skin into ah, theContinue reading “Fear”
This sight of him–his face glowing bright from pride, his eyes twinkling with a shine brighter than most stars, his hair curling at odd angles yet still adding to his appeal and making him look rather boyish and innocent, his imperfect lips forming the most perfect grin I’ve ever witnessed, his gait flowing and flowingContinue reading “The Sight”
Brock lives with his wife, three daughters, three dogs, and one cat in California. Brock didn’t want a third dog, but his girls made a pretty killer Power Point presentation and he didn’t want to look like a jerk. Who comes up with these? I’m really laughing too hard. By the way, this was takenContinue reading “The Third Dog”
I read the words of a man who had once believed in me, and I put my head on my knees and finally I sobbed. -Jojo Moyes, After You Oh, deary! Now I’m sobbing too! Waahh!
All teenagers look miserable. It’s their default setting. -Jojo Moyes, After You(Me Before You #2) Just a thought— Am I too always miserable, considering I’m a teen? Let me know, please!