Rianna Shaikh's Blog, page 25

The woes of the mirror

      Dearest you,

Love was never easy. But being you is more complicated. Ever wanted to leap on a horse et Gallop your way out of where you are?

Be something else.

Be someone they say you couldn’t be.

A happier version of yourself, perhaps.

Maybe not so much like your Maman more  like your mon pére?

That’s just your thoughts.

Reality is cold British tea, it doesn’t change the fact that’s it’s cold et not creamy et fitted beautifully in a 19th century teacup imported from

France. God knows who sipped in it before.

I am actually thinking that the lesson of today is simple.

Loath – full.

Truth full.

You are you et you cannot change it. You can run et gallop fast away as you can, loose yourself in a tainted world, a world of toxic power et fatal cruelty, it still remains…

You are where you are, that face, that scar, that truth in your eyes filled with pain et remorse for the life you once lived,

you are you.

I am me.

Together we fit perfect in our own reality.

I have begun to truthfully not like being a novelists, it’s harsh, it’s utterly woeful et bold. Yet delicious when served with nobility.

It’s torture world.

pure méchanceté et douleur…

Yours,

RS

ps. Listening to Syml, fear of water, in acoustic, my nightly WOE

My most liked since February 2021.

Your unavailability will allow you to miss out… (such crockery)!

Dearest,Read the top et allow yourself a minute to be smarter. That’s pure Merde.
I like to think my unavailability to the world is on its very essence making me more available to the things that simply matter.
For instance, look at Instagram, I honestly salute all of the influencers because it’s frankly trop!I cannot beautify myself daily to allow everyone to come in sit down et I become the theater for the world.
I am a bloddy writer not a actress!I am unavailable. All the time. Daily. Nightly. I think if you look at my social life It’s quite uninspired to say the least. So, you my darling readers et writers et people of the world i beg of you stop with this Fear of missing out.

You are sure to become like Mr Tod, in trouble all times, let’s understand that wasting time thats ever so valuable means often sitting down et staring at the walls in your home, well I thank my husband for allowing me to “French style”

our maison, murs et tout.I feel like I am in the French country. You cannot take the French out of me if you tried.
Acceptance is yet another battle.
So Oui, this am I’m listening to cello et stuffing my face with dark chocolates et I think ever so, when will I chase rabbits again?

je ne sais pas!

 

Your writer for EVER,

RS

The halls of discontent

dearest you,

As I embark within the halls of yet another story, I pause here, thinking of the depth of such an emotion. I find it to be a great despondency of lacking, non?

This book I’m working on, struggles with the way a person, like me often makes an ugly pained person, brilliantly beautiful. The person is never ugly my darlings, as it’s such a feeling.Feelings are ugly, plain et simple.
Because no matter how withering a tree may be, I find a way to give it life. It’s a beauteous sin.A struggle with my writing I so feel.I think that perhaps it’s beauty hidden in ugly places. There’s such a thing, sort of like fairy tales, there’s always a witch in all of its tales.Oui, from far to near. Hence, I am literally lost in this next book with its covers, the front, the back etchera.

So here I sit next to discontent, searching her books for the face of reflection et blissful esthetics to such a melancholic topic.

A task really.
Yours,

RS

Et what abouts Your belief Miss vanity, they ask…

My darlings,

I was asked this question once et I’ll answer twice:

 

I believe in love, not war.
I believe in kindness not hate.

I believe in white lines, never cross them.
I believe in gratitude, always be thankful.
I believe in children, love them like your true self deserves.
I believe in responsibility, your life depends on it.

I believe that a square describes my personality.
I believe in destiny, she will find you et drag you through the mud to the races, where you will have no choice but to get on her horse et deliver.
I believe in karma, indeed she is a bitch.
I believe in boundaries.
I believe that a leopard is not a bloddy rose.
I believe in forgiveness, but I also believe in letting go.I believe that if you hurt me, if you hurt me, again if you hurt me, God will release you from my life (I was always a delirious creature about such, et it’s safe to say I shall remain so). I believe mostly in good deeds, because no matter who you are. Where you are, what color you are. How much your networth is, that it always guards you. Money et power isn’t a blessing if used wrongly. 
I know, what!
note to self.Most important of my belief, I believe in one God, one love et one life.
Don’t mess it up, as I may not be the writer to write about your story.
To my 1 million followers, I still j’adore you, like it was 2019.

 

yours,RS

Ps. Dont send me a gardener, I am no longer, an outdoor person

Et what abouts Your belief Miss vanity?

My darlings,

I was asked this question once et I’ll answer twice:

 

I believe in love, not war.
I believe in kindness not hate.

I believe in white lines, never cross them.
I believe in gratitude, always be thankful.
I believe in children, love them like your true self deserves.
I believe in responsibility, your life depends on it.

I believe that a square describes my personality.
I believe in destiny, she will find you et drag you through the mud to the races, where you will have no choice but to get on her horse et deliver.
I believe in karma, indeed she is a bitch.
I believe in boundaries.
I believe that a leopard is not a bloddy rose.
I believe in forgiveness, but I also believe in letting go.
I believe that if you hurt me, if you hurt me, again if you hurt me, God will release you from my life ( I was always a delirious creature et it’s safe to say I shall remain one)! I believe mostly in good deeds, because no matter who you are. Where you are, what color you are. How much your networth is, that it always guards you. Money et power isn’t a blessing if used wrongly. 
I know, what!
note to self.Most important of my belief, I believe in one God, one love et one life.
Don’t mess it up, as I may not be the writer to write about your story.
To my 1 million followers, I still j’adore you, like it was 2019.

 

yours,RS

 

Ps. Dont send me a gardener, I am no longer, an outdoor person

“Stay little children.”

My little ones,I wanted you to know that not all adults are sensible. Not all adults are full of love.
Not all adults will hold your hands et lead you away from the waterfall et thorns.
The thorns  I fear, are amongst you.
The waterfall I know may not drown you but rather teach you that angels exist.
I am sorry that your parents didn’t know better, I think they too were broken et some of them cannot be saved.
I am not the fairy queen, I haven’t the answers like the books written at Disney, but I know Inside,I know your pain.
I feel like it’s mine. It is mine too.Hence because I j’adore you et I feel the beating hearts of one thousand orphans, I wrote you a book.and I love you.
All of you as if you are mine.“For we are borrowed et lent to others to love,”

that’s what she said to me.

 

our feelings Forever on papier,

rS

Bonsoir

My dearest,

Today makes it 14 days since I have actually opened any of my books, I swear my brain deteste my imagination comme beaucoup. Oui a lot!

I think the concept of writing happens when your imagination  meets a certain reality then

que diable!
A book hath been born. Or a story. Or something. But I

always hope for a streak of relentless emotions with a flow, that way I never stop Writing. Like ever. I cannot live without my imagination, my daily routine et endless cups of tea.

I am up writing this sipping tea et it’s 234 am. I swear again, being a writer is so terribly unscheduled that one must always  hold a Mont Blanc at hand.
That et the doors to my great coeur. Well this is where you scream at me to get sleep or tell me all of your stories! 

b0nsoir,

RS

When you love

 Dearest  you, 

When you live you love.
When you love you loose.

When you live, you give.

When you give, you choose.

When you are pained, you refrain from the world so full of grain, but you love, will it be worth the storms et rains et sincere hurricanes, should you have put up your barricades?

When you love, will you be with the one you love?

Will you be by her side?

Will you l0ve her till you die? 
When you love will you cry? 
When you love will it make the night skies brighter?

When you love will your life be better?

When you love does the world seem to smile?

When you love, when you love, tell me world, does that love simply wither et fall to the ground like leaves in winter, does it ever, like ever EVER does it ever say goodbye?

I don’t know abouts  that kinds of love that isn’t bitter. But I know that somehow living makes it all ever better.

Yours,

RS

ps. Love is merde, utter so, gee look at Shakespeare Uff I cannot even think of his fou!

 

998 thousand

Dearest you,

Today someone sent this to me, asking about my Instagram. But reminding me that I had hit 1,000,000 million followers then went off radar.I cannot even think at one point I was actually so public. It was beautiful but then my books had to blossom et personally, that process needs to take place away from all the spotlights.For me that  is.But thank you, it was wonderful seeing my past profile. Now you can see my present, here et now. Growth is quite evident non?
I look forward to your letters world.

Yours,

RS

ps. What’s up with my darn script, I swear I don’t know diddly about anything but writing

Born equestrian

 Dearest you,There are few things in life I have ever been fond of, this here is my most unsafe sport. I say unsafe because when you get on a saddle, let’s just hope you et your Scarlett are at one with each other.
I have fallen off a few saddles et at times  it’s almost impossible to not sit by a horse et not be afraid.
Truth it is.
Fear can debilitate you if you let it, they say. Mine did. But with time et loosing my forever horse I stayed off the saddle. For too long, Merde tout.  Tranquility for me isn’t looking a horse in its eye, rather looking at the many  races she hath trained for to loose et tire herself. I find that the most courageous of things. I would unsafely dare myself over et over when I were single et not married,
with children. To ride as many horses randomly, some were old tired et dangerous in their pursuit to stay alive.Being a mother keeps me away from many white lines. Because I’m selfless et fully concentrated on the task, so much so that I live many bridges  et miles away from the real world. Tough one, but sensible, especially if you don’t wanna repeat the pains of your erreurs des parents. Tomorrow I get back on the saddle. Et I will not think of the fears but rather be a fearless equestrian. Because An older wiser man once said,  “darling child if you live your life rightly once is enough.”I hope so, for the sake of all of you, all of my readers, my loathers, my woes et my foes, I hope that you live your life as rightly as my dear papa said too.  Oui I’m up reading emails. I feel as if I never respond to anyone et sometimes you ought too.la vérité c’est.Bonsoir,RS