After my failure in JuNoWrimo, I signed up for NaJoWrimo,
it’s a 30-day journal writing task. You can use any medium, pen-paper or any online journal or digital apps. For me I guess WordPress would be good enough. The idea is to write 15000 words in 30 days (500 a day). It starts 1st October, 2015.
I have got exams, so I dunno how I’m gonna do but still I signed up, let’s see how well can I multi task.
Wish me luck 😇
Like most of us, I too have some phobias. Most prevalent was my fear of darkness. This fear was unknowingly instilled in me. As a kid, whenever there would be a power cut, I would wander around house in the dark. Controlling me would be difficult, so our landlord’s sister used to scare me with stories of monsters that linger in the dark. From then on I was scared of darkness. As I grew up I realised there’s nothing called monsters but still there was this fear lingering around my psyche. I needed night lamps while sleeping. Even I’m in deep sleep and the lights go off, I somehow could sense it and would wake up out of fright. This went on for around 14 years. Yes, 14 long years….
When I was in tenth grade of school, we at last shifted to an apartment of own. I at last got a room how I wanted it to be. My first night in my new home. As usual I switched on the night lamp and went to bed, but couldn’t sleep. The room seemed too bright for me to sleep. I switched off the light. My father came running from his room and asked, “why did you switch off the light?” I answered, “the light’s too bright”, ” will you be able to sleep or shall I call your mother? ” “I think I can, there’s the street light outside”. He went back, still feeling doubtful. I lied down and the next I thing I remember my mother calling me to wake up. From that day on, I don’t feel scared of the dark, wherever I may be.
Word of the Week is a weekly meme created by Heena Rathore P. It’s a fun way to learn new words every week.
To participate just make a post with your word and leave the link as a comment to Heena’s WOW post.
Orenda /noun/ or-en-da
extraordinary invisible power believed by the Iroquois Indians to pervade in varying degrees all animate and inanimate natural objects as a transmissible spiritual energy capable of being exerted according to the will of its possessor
early 20th century: coined in English as the supposed Huron form of a Mohawk word.
1. a successful hunter’s orenda overcomes that of his quarry
2. This orenda is your power to do things, your force, sometimes almost your personality.
I am always one of a kind. Many a times I react or act in a way that is unique. Many girls and boys in their early teens had crushes on somebody or the other. Many of my friends had crushes on a cute guy in the class, or a handsome senior or their siblings’/cousins’ friends. But I didn’t. I never found any boy around me worth having a crush on. But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t have a crush AT ALL. The first time I had a crush when I was in my sixth grade of school. On whom? On the male protagonist of my then favorite TV show 😅😳
I may sound weird but yes. Most of the time I land up having a crush on some celebrity. So I never can nor will I ever be able to confess 😢
But whenever I see him on TV, I just cannot stop myself from staring my eyes out at him 😳😍
If I had to live forever as either a child/adolescent/adult, I would have chosen to live as a child. Childhood happens to be the best phase of one’s life. A child’s life is the simplest of all humans. No complications, no tension, no worries. A child does not know what future is, too busy to sulk about the past. It lives the present and enjoys it to the fullest. All a child needs is food, sleep and lots of love and pampering….
I got a lot of pampering from my parents and my relatives as a kid. And I love it.