My Neighbors

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My neighbors.

Left, Right, Front, Back, and Upstairs. My neighbors are these set of feelings that live with me or with whom I live. Either way they surround me. They are such inevitable neighbors that I am just tired of them.

On the right side of my house, lives Horrible. Now, Mr. Horrible here is the kind of nosy neighbors. You know the kind who are always barging in, putting their nose in your business. He has even made a door in the wall that separates my house from his and he comes and goes whenever he wants, uninvited and unwanted, but he has this remarkable ability to do whatever he wants and not care what others might want.

On the left side of my house live Useless. Now, don’t go for his name. He is a clever boy who has no influence of his name on him. Yeah, I think he is very good at what he does. He is a chemist. All day long he is busy with his beakers and funnels and tons of pots with strange and smelly liquids. I am pretty sure he makes one of his weird potions and sends the fumes towards my house. Putting me in some kind of trance and making me feel just like his name. Guess what boy! that’s not what your parents named you useless for ! or well I don’t know maybe they did. I’ll never know.

Then my upstairs tenant is Miss Guilt. She is one hell of a noisy neighbor. I can always hear her footsteps overhead. I can hear her laughing and talking.I swear she makes noise even when she is sleeping.No matter how much I want to muffle her voices and her presence, she is there. I think I am also starting to hear her in my dreams. I am afraid she has made some holes in the floor which she uses to peek downstairs, that’s how she is always there. God forbid I also feel the floor will collapse someday and she will start living with me. huh*

I also have a quiet neighbor. Yeah, I have each type available. This one is Anxiety, an old wrinkly woman who lives in the house at the back of mine. She is really spooky I might add. Who knows she might be a witch and has voodoo dolls in her house.Yeah, that’s what she is, she uses magic and has my voodoo doll. She twists and pokes and crushes it whenever she wants. I am scared of that old lady.

I have one nice neighbor too. Yeah. Her name is Hope. My front door neighbor, this nice woman with a warm smile. But I think the 30 feet wide street distance between her house and mine feels more like 30,000 feet. Maybe the wicked witch is magically increasing the distance. huh. Getting hold of her is very difficult, but I still try. Well, on days when my other neighbors give me rest, which they hardly do!

I am sure they have a party at Sarcasm’s house every now and then, which is the seventh house at the left of mine.He is a party animal, he parties all the time.They all party together and laugh and joke around and say how I am so stupid living between them.

You haven’t really gotten away!

You think you have gotten away with it

The monster that lived inside you for so long

that brought you down

sucked all the light

killed all the joy

love and trust

But really it hasn’t gone

It still lives there

in the darkest niche of your mind

it likes to peek in

sometimes

when life throws you a curve ball

sometimes

for no good reason

it smiles at you

oh! that manic smile

which causes your heart to flutter

it is not at all a happy flutter

It’s the kind that

throws you off a cliff

and once again you find yourself

falling

your senses cease and your heart clenches

partly because you know how it felt the last time you fell

partly because you don’t want to feel that again

That’s when the smile becomes a laughter

and hits your ears

oh! that lunatic laugh

and that’s when you realize

YOU HAVEN’T REALLY GOTTEN AWAY!

Day 3 – Quotes Challenge

ONE..

” You wanna arrest me coz’ my grief doesn’t look the way you want it? Go ahead.”

Professor Keating – How To Get Away With Murder

TWO..

“Frankly. my dear, I don’t give a damn”

Gone With The Wind

THREE..

“A game is to play not to win”

Baba; My Father 🙂

(This is a special one to me. for a person like me who is always afraid of the end and because of that messes up the present. Your sayings always help Baba 🙂 )

Day 2 – Quotes Challenge

QUOTES FOR DAY 2

ONE..

“There are things in life, though , which , however we look at them are valid for everyone, like love for example”
Veronika decides to die by Paulo Coelho

TWO..

“and that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say.They think everyone else does too… ”
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseni

THREE..

“Anyone who thinks my story is anywhere near over .. is sadly mistaken!! ”

Donald Trump

Day 1 – Quotes Challenge

I have been nominated for this challenge by marsnplato. Her blog is simply AMAZING. Do check her site.

Thank you for nominating me for this.

Rules:
1. Post 3 of your favorite quotes each per day for 3 recurrent days. The quotes can be of any other people or it may come straight from your own heart.
2. Nominate 3 or more bloggers with each post to challenge them.
3. Don’t forget to utter a thankful word to the person who nominated you.

 QUOTES FOR DAY 1

Those of you who read my blog might know I am an obsessed Grey’s Anatomy fan. :p I love hundreds of quotes from this show. So, for day 1 I’ll post all Grey’s quotes. 😀

ONE..

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“All you can do is be brave enough to get out there. You fought. You loved. You lost. Walk tall.”

Mark Sloan

TWO..

“No matter how hard you fight it, you fall and its scary as hell. Except there’s an upside to free-falling… It’s the chance you give your friends to catch you.”

Meredith Grey

THREE..

“Ask most people what they want out of life and the answer is simple – to be happy. Maybe it’s this expectation though of wanting to be happy that just keeps us from ever getting there. Maybe the more we try to will ourselves to state’s of bliss, the more confused we get – to the point where we don’t recognize ourselves. Instead we just keep smiling – trying to be the happy people we wish we were. Until it eventually hits us, it’s been there all along. Not in our dreams or our hopes but in the known, the comfortable, the familiar.”

Meredith Grey

Nominations for today

couchpotahto

a touch of my saint !

plato’s grove

The little girl and the weekend

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The weekend was here, well it came every five days but this particular weekend was her weekend off. She was going to stay at her sister’s house. Two whole days of no work and all play. She was really looking forward to it.

Her sister picked her up on Friday evening to take her to her house. The roads were jam-packed, it felt like everyone was out on the streets, enjoying their free time. The bright lights and the noise of the traffic was a little over whelming for her, as she usually stayed home at this hour; watching T.V or doing some work. The distance seemed too much because of the long hours sitting in the car.

For dinner they went to a restaurant, her sister said she liked a lot for their steaks. It was on the big street which had all the fancy restaurants of the city. Initially she insisted on going to some place simple: not too fancy and upbeat, but her sister planned otherwise. Deep inside, she wanted to enjoy the glam of eating out. She had eaten out before, it’s not like she was transported from stone age or something, she just wanted to enjoy this time out alone and regardless of all the worries and responsibilities on her little shoulders.

She was having this time to herself after a long time and she wanted to enjoy it to its fullest.She realized she had become a little rusty.

Riding the elevator to the cinema hall, she looked at the blingy lights of the elevator and the red numbers increasing on the top of the silver door, waiting for it to take her to her destination. She was amused to see all the shiny things around her. Her feeling was right; she indeed has become quite rusty.

Anyone who saw that girl; sitting in that big chair, feet slightly raised, eyes covered with 3-D glasses, immersed in the thrill of the picture could tell she was having a good time.

They went home, slept late and woke up late. She stayed in bed all day, watched T.V and got served with delicious food. She did nothing but lay on bed all day; looking at the ceiling fan, listening to the soft sound of T.V or her sister talking to her and dozed in and out of sleep.

Because  she could.

Saturday and half of Sunday was spent in the same way. Lazing around, watching movies, eating junk food, shopping and not caring. On Sunday afternoon, it was time to go back, she had enjoyed all the alone time but some part of her also wanted to go back, back to the rusty place that was her home.

So the little girl went back to her responsibilities.

To being a wife to her husband.

A mother to her children.

A grandma to her grand children.

Back to taking care of her home and family.

It was a weekend well spent.