Substitute “damn” every time you’re inclined to write “very”; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.
Mark Twain (November 30, 1835 – April 21, 1910)
I dream of a world where girls are not murdered at birth.
I dream of a world where no one knows the meaning of dowry.
I dream of a world where the price of a bride cannot be expressed in goods.
I dream of a world where education is available to all.
I dream of a world where there are no gender stereotypes.
I dream of a world where women are treated as human beings.
I dream of a world where there is no need for women to have a special day because they are treated equally in every way.
An invisible nothingness presses down on me, as I try to wipe the heaviness from my eyes. A metallic smell wafts up my nostrils. Goosebumps spread, like falling dominoes, down my spine and back up my chest. The hairs on my cheeks stand at attention and this realisation triggers another wave of hot shivers down to my toes. I feel moisture spread all over my body, causing dark blue patches on my turquoise blouse. The magaritas creep up my throat. I have to puke. But I cannot leave my temporary prison, held in place by an unyielding seat belt.
Where have they gone to? Just a second ago, I had 5 minutes to spare and now I am 5 minutes too late! Has anyone seen my minutes? I am pretty certain I did not lose them. Oh no! It couldn’t be! I thought there was no such thing but it looks like the work of a Time-Monster. The Time-Monster has eaten my minutes! No one is going to believe me when I tell them the reason for my delay. Continue reading
I would like to take the opportunity to thank all of you for your tremendous support. 🙂 2 weeks ago I posted that 366degree had surpassed 1000 views. It might have been an insignificant number for some but it was a huge achievement for me, as I had only started blogging this year. Continue reading
I survived today’s trial work day with only a terrible headache to show for it. Could have been worse, I guess. 🙂 The feedback I received was positive but still no contract, so it is too soon to open that bottle of champagne. I was in my element today and I am convinced that this is the right career path for me. I will write about my experiences with more details soon.
Here is a poem I wrote today. I find it extremely difficult to write happy poems. The ones about loneliness and pain are much easier to write. The irony is that my real situation is one of happiness and I am neither lonely nor in emotional pain.
Therefore I decided to end today on a happy note. Here is my attempt at a happy poem. Hope you like it. If you don’t, I blame my headache for diminishing my literary prowess.
Heavenly moments fleet like the steam above a bowl of chicken soup.
Amore mio, winning your love is my greatest coup.
Picture perfect reality transports me into a state of total elation.
Propagating these pure emotions to the universe is my new vocation.
Yesteryear blues that I grieve not are gone in a swoop.
Written language is usually viewed as being more precise than spoken language – one supposedly has time to deliberate the choice of words. This is usually not the case in verbal communications. Sometimes the words come out before one has thought them through. However today I experienced an incident which reminded me once more of the abstract nature of the written language. Continue reading