Aathira Jim's Blog, page 13

Sunshine Blogger Award

I know that I haven't been writing much here these days. But I'm back. No matter where I go, I shall always find my way back here. Like coming home. And what better way to get my spirits up before picking up my pen than accepting the Sunshine Blogger Award! Thanks so much Sachin for nominating me :) He blogs here. I know I'm a bit late in accepting it. But better late than never. I still can't believe I haven't written anything this month. I do hope to get a lot more writing done for the reminder of the month though. 
So, here are my answers to the questions that Sachin has asked me: 
1. When did you join the blogging world? Did any incident/ person inspire you to do so?
Though I had created the blog way back in 2011, it was only last year that I started taking writing seriously. I was going through a bad phase in life and writing helped me find myself once again. Today, it has become a part of me and I can never dream of giving it up. Writing has become a part of me and if I don't write, I'm not sure I would be myself ever again. For me, writing is healing and therapeutic. Thanks to blogging, I found my voice. There have been so many bloggers that I follow and they continue to inspire me daily. 
2. What is the best lesson that Life has taught you, till now?
That's a difficult one! There have been so many lessons that I have learnt, each one changing me in one way or the other. But the best one would be that no matter how bad things may seem, things will definitely look up. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good, or the bad. After a storm, sunshine will surely come. You just have to believe. Even when you feel like giving up and all seems lost, hang in there. The best is yet to come. 
3. What is the role that blogging plays in your life?
Blogging plays one of the most important roles in my life. It was only through the constant encouragement and feedback that I received from my readers that I was able to believe that my writing was not so bad after all. I have made so many friends through blogging and I'm still in awe of their writing skills. I try to blog whenever I can. Though I have never been a regular or disciplined writer, blogging keeps me on the right track. 
4. What would you do if you have all the money in the world?
I guess I would go out and buy as many books as I can lay my hands on! And yes, build a huge library at home so that I can go browse it whenever I feel like it :) And lots of travelling. Yes, books and travel. Absolute bliss if you ask me!
5. Which is your all time favorite book that you can never get tired of reading?
I have far too many books that are my personal favorites and this question is like asking a mother to choose one favorite among her children! But I guess, the entire Harry Potter series has to be on top of the list. And if it has to be one book, then it has to be Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It opened up a world of magic and wizardry that made my teenage worthwhile!
6. Name a dream city or location that you want to visit someday and why?
Too many destinations to name but the one place that I'm dying to go see has to be New York. Blame it on the countless books and movies that I have been obsessed with. But there is something magical about the place that keeps pulling me. 
7. Share a hilarious incident of your life. 
I really can't think of anything right now. Sorry!
8. What are your thoughts about my blog?
Sachin, though I'm new to your blog, I think you have a very nice one there. Do keep writing more :)
Rules 
1. Thank the person who nominated you. 2. Nominate some other bloggers for this award.3. Write the same amount of questions for the bloggers you have nominated. 4. Notify the bloggers you have nominated. 
I'm nominating the below bloggers for this award:
1. Preethi 2. PeeVee3. Elly
Questions to nominees- No new questions. Just the ones that are mentioned above :)

Summer Nights

On nights like these when the heat gets to be too much
I lie awake under the stars and think about you When even the winds blowing my way
Are laden with perspiration and broken dreams I picture you and crave for your touch 
I yearn for you from the depths of my soulThe sound of your voice that embraced me in its folds The warmth of your hands Your joyous laughter that still rings loud in my ears Tell me...
On summer nights like these, do you miss me too?

P.S. So sorry for not replying to all the comments on recent posts. I don't have my laptop and the only writing I do these days is on my mobile. But thank you for writing in despite my silence. Love you all <3

Tonight

Let us leave our pasts behind Just for tonightShedding it all right outside the doorAs you enter into my life for tonight 
Let nothing else matter Not yesterdays nor tomorrows All that exists is the here and now Just you and me 
Let me trace the outline of your lips with mine Take in the scent of you Fresh sweat mingled with honeysuckle The scars on your body, let me memorize it for they make you more beautiful 
Open hair spilling across and falling on your shoulders That bead of nervous sweat on your upper lip Let me kiss it away, just like your many troubles Skin on skin, let our bodies create a music for our ears alone
Your eyes dark with desire reminds me of the moonless night right outsideThe kohl beneath them turning into a darker shade of midnight Dips and valleys of your body Now familiar like my own 
Tomorrow I have to get back to my life And you have to too But tonight is ours and ours alone Let me cherish and imprint this night on my feeble memory forever For you and you alone... 

Beautiful

Her skin was brown From working in the sun More than she should have 
Her fingers were calloused From the dirty dishes She had to wash daily Her hair which had begun greying Near her temples, were thin and limp She no longer had time to pamper herself 
Her hands were bony and firm No longer gentle and suppleHer belly had silvery stretch marksFrom the life that she had carried inside 
There were wrinkles beginning to form At the deepmost corner of her eyes The smell of sweat permeated from her poresClinging on to her like a second skin
But for the little boy who had grown up Calling her Ma, she was the most Beautiful woman he had ever seen And she truly was, breathtakingly soLike a verse of mesmerizing poetry 

The Mermaid

Red hair blazingBlue tail shimmering Behold her beautiful sight!She's one of a kind Queen of the sea The kingdom at her command It was all very wellTill she fell in love With the other sidePaying no heed To accusations or deceit But on land things were different She did not know so thenThe price she would have to paySwapping her old life for new But no matter how hard she triedShe could never fit in a worldThat refused space for a soul like hersIn the end she returned to the sea Only to be shunned againBroken hearted, She took her place among the stars Today, her teardrops can be foundIn the form of morning dew On the grass outside... 
P.S. This has been inspired by the story of the little mermaid that I loved as a child. 

Lost

She lies in a pool of bloodHer face a pale shade of greyAnd her lips turning blueIn the dirty battle of life she has lost But even as death hovers aboveThreatening to kiss those blue lipsShe smiles, for she has won in love...

P.S. I'm sorry for not visiting any blogs recently. A heartfelt thanks to everyone who kept coming back despite it all. I love you guys. I shall visit you soon. Promise. 
P.P.S. I shall try and post not-so-depressing stuff in future. For now, please bear with me.

Loving You

Tingling toesA thudding heartSweaty palmsParched throatA thousand butterflies fluttering in my bellyA bolt of lightning that courses through my bodyEach time you say my name A heartbeat that's leapt off me and into yoursTogether they beat as one right now And I realize that I loving you has never been this easierLet me say that I love you for nowAlways haveAlways  will...

You know you're a writer...

...when you miss the bold and italics feature even while writing on social media.
...when you're a solitary being and prefer your own company and a fun night means a glass of wine and a book at the end of the day.
...when you can get away with almost everything in the name of research. Addicted to Castle and Grey's Anatomy? Not to worry, I'm sure you will find inspiration in there somewhere. 
...when on those few occasions you are forced to be dragged out of bed in the name of social interactions, you find yourself in a corner shamelessly eavesdropping on conversations.
...when everything and I do mean everything, turns into fodder for your writing. The irritating pigeons who won't stop going at it outside your window? Turn them into cooing doves and weave it in between a line of poetry.
...whenever you meet someone new, you immediately try to find more about them. Not because you want to be their new best friend, but because they would make an excellent friend for your protagonist. 
...when you wish there was some sort of app/ technology that would help you to write even when you're half asleep, because that's when most of your ideas and inspiration strikes (like this very post) as it's highly unlikely that you would wake up and write it down in those early hours of morning leaving the warmth and comfort of your bed. The result in most cases being that you end up forgetting almost all of those brainwaves. The key word being almost. Side effects- frustration and regret throughout the day. 
...when people you hate end up dead in the stories you write. Of course, we will never admit that it's not fiction. No, not a chance. 
...when it's possible to travel without moving your feet. Feeling homesick? We just have to close our eyes and we are right there. Missing the rains? Conjure up a rainbow right now. See, anything is possible. 
...when you can tune yourself out of boring conversations effortlessly. Sure, I may look like I'm listening but chances are that I'm probably plotting my next chapter. 
...when you turn into grammar nazis while on social media and are tempted to gift a dictionary to a lot of people in your friends list, making you wonder how they ended up there in the first place. Or even think of reasons as to why there shouldn't be a crash course for people called 'Etiquettes and avoiding typos on social media'. I digress. But you get the point.
...when you are in awe of people who string along few sentences in a beautiful rhythm. People who remind you that literature and poetry are still alive and kicking. 

Insomnia

Nights like these, when sleep deludes meI close my eyes and think about youOf the way you had fit in snugly in my armsThe mole just below your collar bone The scar on your left eyebrow left behind by a bout of chicken pox while you were still a childThe way you love your coffee scalding hotThose cute little snores you make while you lie on your backThe ticklish spot on the side of your bellyOf the imperfect completeness that you were to meAnd I can't help but wonder whether he notices all this about you today...

Monotone

Little things bother me today. A break in habit. A dream that could be lost forever. Cracks in the world around. A memory that refuses to fade even with time. An ache that's left in the wake of a beautiful soul...