How gaming changed my perception of life and Human Relations.

We’ve all been there-the gaming phase. Before the age of Xbox and PlayStation, gaming started off with those battery operated retro consoles, that played weird music and had bricks for game. Then came the wave of gaming cassettes. I for one remember being a sucker for those 100 in 1 cassettes, but ended up playing Super Mario the most. My gaming habits used to be so unhealthy, I remember ending up with deep dark circles and dents in my thumbs from those plastic controllers.

Back then, those cassettes used to be the only form of gaming I got. Growing up as a single child, these games turned out to be the best father-daughter bonding activity of my entire life. I still remember how I gave the controller to my dad because I was frustrated at Mario not completing the water level. I’m ashamed to completely admit the fact that, I on a personal level could never beat the boss, it was dad.

When Super Mario was done and dusted with, I had the thirst to play the other games too. Contra came second, I would not say it was bad. I still can’t figure out the actual motive behind the game, unlike SM, Contra took me to a whole different intergalactic journey.

Before fps’s like COD, there was Duck Hunt topped with an actual gun for a controller. The most frustrating game ever, partly because my controller kept getting stuck in the middle.

Growing up, those 100 in 1 cassettes used to be the only things I played, and that bothered my parents a little. It was pretty obvious. You’d not want your daughter breaking the general stereotypes and playing games that were limited to-boys. Of course, I had barbie dolls, and also had my share of the online dress up games as a kid. But I still found myself coming back to the games that were made for ‘boys’. Fast forward to 2011 or 2012, I started playing actual computer games, but still stayed somewhat limited to Final Fantasy and GTA. Fast forward to 2016, I’m playing Call of Duty, and by the time I reached 2017, I’m the only girl in a team of 12 playing almost regular COD matches online.

Gaming has always been an integral part of my life, not only did the stories fascinate me. I mean I legit got dreams about Vaas from Far Cry and I’ll not lie about it, it was scary. The stories, the characters made me feel somewhat invincible, when in reality I will actually run away at the sight of a cockroach.

I get judged a lot for something I enjoy and love doing- playing games, because like I mentioned before, it was meant for ‘BOYS’. I’m proud of myself for actually completing games, my female peers would rather steer clear from.

I don’t expect my parents to completely accept the fact that weekends are for gaming, and weekdays are for work. I also don’t expect them to suddenly stop judging my gaming circle for being too ‘Male Oriented’. It’s the people I like playing with, and as long as I am having fun in it, I don’t see the point of caring what others think.

“I don’t think without the existence of a few of the characters in the games I played, without their stories and how they fought their monsters-I would never have been able to fight my own.”

Gaming proved to be the best companion during those low phases of my life, when I had a hard time channelizing all those inbuilt anger. I still remember opening up my laptop, for a online match or a general story mode game every time I felt low, because I knew that by the time I was done with a 2-hour marathon I was going to smile and peacefully fall asleep.

I had my share of scary online server experiences, when I went head first into a random server just a week into playing online and got beaten up pretty bad. Well it was an experience nonetheless.

If I compare my SM and Contra self, to my online COD self today. There’s an obvious change in the way I deal with certain things in life, and in the way I interact with people in my life. Gaming, has been positive for me, always have and always will. Of course, sometimes I wish to keep the self somewhat hidden under the gamer name I hold (you really thought I’d tell the world my gamer name. lel.), but at the same time I do wish for the world to know that female gamer exist and gaming is not completely ‘Male Oriented’.

While we’re at it, what are your favorite gaming moments from the past?

 

The Ultimate Cheat Sheet to Look Cool Online (Without Coming off as an Ass)

In this digital era, the internet enables us to connect with different people from different cultures. These days, we communicate through different platforms like social media, forums or maybe chat room of an online video game. Who knows, right?

To look cool on the internet is at least as difficult as it is in real life, and it may be debilitating to deal with rude folks tagging you in shitty memes or underestimating your potential all the time.  

But Guess what? You have made the right decision to start reading this Ultimate Cheat Sheet to Look Cool Online. Your online life will not be the same after reading this guide.

So, without further ado, let’s dig into it

Social media has enabled us to share whatever we want to share with the whole world. We can share our thoughts with each and everyone in the world.

“Your Thoughts are a Reflection of What You Believe and What You Believe is Who You are!”

Let’s proceed with our hacks to look cool online.

Observe Your Surroundings:

Before posting something on your social profile, you need to observe your surroundings carefully. Keep an eye on the posts in your circle and how people react to them. It is critical to point out to which content; the audience is relating more. Now, that content can be anything. It can be a meme, info post or a How-To Guide. Since everyone has a different audience to target so it is up to you to observe your surroundings before posting anything on your social profile.

After observing your surroundings, you need to pull the trigger too.

Start Sharing Your Views:

You have taken up all the time to get to the right audience and now it’s the time to ROCK. You need to start posting about your research about a certain topic or whatever the trend is. If you’re consistently posting, you’ll definitely get people’s attention. It’s human psychology that, if something keeps on repeating, the human mind starts to accept it.

Be Good At What You Do:

Well, it’s the compulsory part of this ultimate cheat sheet to look cool online without coming off as an ass. Being good at whatever you do is crucial because you don’t want to make fun of yourself before others.

There are just so many examples out there who are just updating their statuses like “Finally made Million Dollars without spending a dime. You can achieve this too, buy my course for just 47$ (with 70% Discount :p) and I will teach you how to make 100k$ overnight.“

So, you don’t need to be the BLOGSTAR who is teaching about SEO and doesn’t have an SSL on his own blog.

Pretty dumb, right?

 

 

Well, no one will even want an advice from you if you just do the talking without a certain action. Let me tell you what I meant by that.  You have to check-out the image given below to know more.

That so-called, “SEO Expert” is teaching for free but no one cares because he’s not good at what he does. He just keeps talking mode on all the time instead of putting efforts to get some real results.

So, that might happen to you too if you are not good at what you do. On the other hand, let’s have a look at the owner of IFTISEO, Iftekhar Ahmad.

He knows what he’s talking about and he has proved it many times. He has built up the trust, love and a pure relationship with his audience. I’m going to attach screenshots of his Facebook Profile Statuses.

After 15 hours, 520+ people reacted to his status (organically). What does that mean? People have started to accept him as their friend, colleague, the perfect guy to hangout with (I’d love too) and the real guy to ask SEO and SMM related queries. He knows what he is doing.

Let’s take a look at his selling post on his Facebook profile.

That’s organic reach of his Facebook profile. He got 170+ reactions (including mine :p) and 4 shares as well. People are ready to buy Iftekhar Ahmed opinions because they are based on experiments and supported by facts.

It’s all up to you now, if you want to become the next #BlogStar or the next Iftekhar Ahmed. It’s your choice now!

 

No, it’s not over yet. Continue reading…

Don’t be a Conversation Killer:

You don’t need to be the king of communication skills to have a great conversation on social platforms. You just need to consider few things while having a conversation with anyone. You need to avoid using conversation killer terms like “K”, “hmmm” “IDK” and so on.

 

Don’t dare to use conversation killers while having a conversation with anyone. It’ll make the other person realize that you’re putting all the efforts to make or keep that relationship good. It will also reveal that you’re giving value and time to other’s opinions and believe me, it works.

Don’t be Online 24/7:

People don’t give respect and value to something that is easy to access. The same goes for humans, if you’re 24/7 online and available to answer all the queries asked by other people related to business then you may lose that value. On the other hand, how will you do your work if you stay online 24/7 on social media platforms like Facebook?

No, I’m not asking you to stop replying messages but to schedule a day for it. You can do your work throughout the week and reply the pending messages on Sunday or any day you feel like doing it.

Reveal Behind the Scenes:

People love to watch the bloopers and behind the scenes clips of a movie. Everyone does, right? Well, the same goes for your real life and social media profile. You have to reveal behind the scenes to tell what exactly you do when you’re offline. For example, if you’re an SEO and you have ranked a high competition term and you have posted this good news on your Facebook profile. People will surely say, “Congratulations” but they will love it more if you make them successful too. Let me explain what I mean by that.

People would love to know how you ranked that specific high competition keyword. Right? Share a case study with them. Don’t worry, it doesn’t have to be a 2000-3000+ words blog post. You can explain everything on your Facebook timeline to make people around you successful in whatever they’re doing.

Still not getting it? Let’s see how Iftekhar Ahmed did.

 

Be Original:

By that I mean is to use your real profile picture on social platforms like Twitter, Instagram and Facebook. You should learn how to take a good selfie because it’s a major factor that makes a person COOLER ONLINE. But please, keep selfies to a minimum.

Be Unique, Learn and Share:

Be unique. You have to mend the truth a little to make it look interesting. You should always be ready to learn and apply. But, if you want to get the trust and let people know you, you have to share things that you have learnt so far. And there is no point in hiding your knowledge.

Final Words:

Well, it is crucial to look cool online in this digital era. If you have an active social media profile then you’re already defeating the competition by a large margin. We all need to take the importance of social media platforms in our lives as well as for our business brands. If you want to look cool online without coming off as an ass then you should apply these cheats to bring happiness.

Do share your Hacks and thoughts to look Cool Online with us in the comments section.

This blog post has been written by Muneeb Dogar.

Muneeb is a Mad Idealist (A.k.a The King Maker), who has a passionate love for the internet as well as blogging. He loves to blog about everything that includes Tech, SEO, Social Media Reputation and Marketing. Moreover, he’s a CPA marketer and runs many SEO based websites as well.

Image Credits: Muneeb Dogar

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Northern Star

The Northern Star is that one bright little star, little cause you’re looking at it from earth. Maybe while you’re calling it a little star in your mind, it’s looking at you and calling you a bright little human too.
Have you ever thought about that? That humans too are in some way similar to northern stars?
Let’s cut to the chase. The north star is said to help sailors find the direction in cases where their compass stopped working. But you may ask in a sky full of countless stars, how exactly does one find the little northern star. Well for one, the north star is always the brightest star in the sky. It will burn so hard and so bright that it becomes almost impossible to ignore it.
Humans are the same, all of us are in some way or the other little northern stars guiding lost souls to their right direction even without knowing that. Seriously.

 

Okay, think of it this way. Someone found you, your story so inspiring it gave them hope to do something big. Someone liked you so much they wrote pages just on the way your eyes shone in the sun.
When you give others a direction, a way to live. You become a north star. The brightest northern star in a sky filled with million different stars.

Yes, the north star faces hate too. I mean who doesn’t? There are dark clouds, and they don’t like the things that burn too bright and let others see paths in their light. The dark clouds are dark and angry. Almost like grumpy old people, dissatisfied with life always hoping to rain on one good parade. That’s just who they are. They are passionate, oh yes they are. But passion in them takes a debased form. Remember the times when you hid under the sheets because there were thunders outside. Well, dark clouds need to show their light somehow right? While they envy the north star for guiding people, they cry in a very public manner because their light does more harm than good.
Dark clouds can be humans too. Humans who don’t necessarily want people to shine to their fullest. But their shows are temporary, and before you know it, the northern star looks down upon you smiling.

While dark clouds and northern stars have their own place in the sky, their human counterparts too have their own place down here. While they may or may not always meet, but one thing is for sure. Both of them will create a light show worth all your time.
Are you a dark cloud or a northern star? I’ll leave that up to you.

Q And A Session: Part II

It sure has been a long time since the last Q and A session, and also people have become even more curious about the storyteller. Before we start, here are somethings you should know:
1. The questions are not edited.
2. The name of the persons who have asked have been included with the questions, however names of people who have mailed or personally messaged me have been classified as ‘Anonymous’ to protect their privacy.

Current song playing: Adam Jensen – Sandcastles (ToWonder x Severo Remix)
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJWRtYPzHy0

 

Lets begin:

1. When you wake up every morning, what makes you believe it will be a good day? What completes your day? When are you planning on coming to ghy? Do u still stay up late?  Preetam Raaj

Answer:

Hello there, curious cat. Okay *breathes*

First of, mornings are not my friend. I snooze 10 times through the alarms and still miss my commute to college. My parents will throw stuff at me until I either wake up completely or die. So basically, when the above situations are all false and I do wake up on time, and certain messages from a certain someone, adds the perfect topping on my day.

Food. Hands down, it’s food. If i could I would sleep on packets of food all day. ❤
Foodbaeeeee!

Guwahati is home, I can come there tonight, tomorrow anytime, any day. B)

The longest I’ve been up is uptill 4am, reading buzzfeed 5 months ago. :3

There! You’re all set.

2.  wats de wecomended amount of dedotaed wam i sud have fo survr ? Abhi Nash

*Plain words on a pretty background makes sense*

3. What’s your favorite song and fav fictional character? Malisha Dutta

Being a 90’s kid, this is probably my favorite song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZYGzkKMcRU

As for fictional characters, there’s only one that fictional character who never left my mind: OLIVER, from Off The Pages. ❤

4. Do you think that Hanna Barbera set the bars for children’s animation in 1957? Ritam Mukherjee

*drops a bomb*

*Hanna Barbera did not set the bars of the children animation. I feel this statement is highly overrated. Leon Schesinger is a much better example of a pioneer of the animation industry. I’m not saying Hanna Barbera was bad or anything. It’s just that animation started way back starting something new is the big thing. If you see few years down the line, Hayao Miyazaki started a way. The animation was never depicted, but then it’s all just my personal opinion.*

5.  Is Chotta Bheem really Rahul Gandhi’s favourite carton, I am saying he is more of a Ben 10 guy. Abhi Nash

I refrain from talking about any political characters, no matter how much I’d like to.

Bail me if I get sent to jail.

6. When are you coming to guwahati? When is Masked 2.0 coming? How do you tackle the urge to pause writing and watch one more episode of that one more series? Your recent food favorite? (This came as a message) Anonymous

 Tell your mommy to start cooking butter chicken, I will sell my kidneys and fly to you. ❤ :*

MASKED 2.0. *awkward silence*

I have two eyes, so I keep one eye on writing and one eye on the episode, taking multitasking to a whole new level. ❤

Recent food favorite:

I live, breathe and eat DORITOS.

THE FOLLOWING IMAGE IS NSFW:

:p

7. Ever fantasized about me? Anonymous

I did not fantasize about you. But I’m sure we have dreams about each other a lot. :*
I miss you 😦

 

So this kinda wraps it up, for now. I’m sorry if I missed any question. If i did give me a nudge and I’ll add them here. You have been real sporty and I’m sorry it took so long to put up!
You’re the best! I love ya’ll. ❤

Writing would define me.

I would be very informal with this, compared to my other posts/stories. The only reason why I’m doing this is because I feel that writing, my writing, my blogs should be personal. My readers should be able to interact with a very vulnerable side of me that they usually may never get to interact me. I think of this as a new form of writing for me. Testing the waters if I may say so.

So, writing. For others it may seem like ink running across paper or pressing words in the keyboard. For me, it’s almost like the ink making love to the paper. It may sound creepy to some, but it’s beyond magical to me. I love how the smooth tip of the pen brushes across the rough skin of the paper, leaving a trail of beautiful thoughts etched in it’s blank canvas. The paper does not just remain a piece of paper after that, it is reborn as a piece of art, a piece of the person who wrote on it, and that, that is exactly what defines me as a person I am.

A lot of my readers don’t know who I am, for them – I like to think this way that, I am the one painting images in their mind every time they read a word that i wrote. For some, I pose as an inspiration, for some an escape from the general life, for some a reason to read and observe the world from a perspective that is not their own.  To them I am a writer. To them I am a magician and that is who I am.

I am not defined by the name my parents gave me, I am not defined by the deeds that I do, I am not defined by my job status. I am but, at the end of the day defined by the ‘Ooh’s’, the ‘Ah’s’ the countless ‘sighs’ of my readers.

People say it’s our ‘Karma’ that defines who we truly are, and the number of connections we made, the hearts we touched on our way that will in the end define us. But i feel, when it’s my time to leave, a certain ‘Sigh’ emerging from the realization that certain stories will thus cease to exist, that the minds will not create any more mystical images of far off lands, that the heart will not flutter at the death’s of fictional characters every now and then. It will thus be my words that would be etched in the memories of everyone I touch.

xxxxxxx

Now that you’ve reached so far, I’m sorry for being MIA for such a long time but I will be lurking around for some more time before making a proper comeback. Until then if you’re in my Facebook list, there’s a Q and A session going on, the answers to which will all be posted here on 20.02.2017. If you’re not on my list, you can also drop your questions here, on twitter, on ask.fm or even mail me with the tag #QNA
I hope to receive your questions soon.

The Woman In Red.

I’ve known Tim since high school, we were the perfect couple. He was the perfect man, he had a special power, a power not many can harness. He could build images in monochrome, in a canvas as white as the sky just with his favorite black ink pen. He could write lines at a stretch and leave you in a place, as magical as his words themselves. I remember he wrote me a story about a young girl who lived in the meadows. She grew roses in her garden, and loved her horses. Even though I never confes tose, I still dream about the little girl from his story. I dream about every character he wrote and every story he spoke.

But one day, they stopped. The stories stopped building. I’ve never seen Tim so frustrated about something he loved so dearly. I picked up crumbles of paper every morning as he left for work, pages filled with beautiful descriptions about a girl in a red dress. I wonder why he discarded them;

‘She was a sight to behold, swirling around in the red dress, red as fresh blood, red as the rose petals she caressed with her feet. Her smile enough to kill. She was gorgeous, and I was her willing victim.’ 

It took me a while to figure out, the 9 to 5 job he confined himself in, killed his passion. He was a writer stuck playing with money, in an industry with no happy endings.
I missed his stories. I knew somewhere inside he did too. I couldn’t let him destroy whatever little of his passion he still kept alive inside his heart.

I have always been a housewife, when I think about it now, that wasn’t something I chose. I just fell into it and accepted it as my fate. My attempts at reigniting Tim’s stories, led me to the path of becoming one. I became the ‘Woman In Red.’ Every night when he would come home from work, I would enact a part of the plot he wrote the night before, crumbled into a ball of paper. At times I would see the shimmer in his eyes, as he would lock himself in the study for hours, writing. On other days, ‘The Woman In Red.’ caused him pain as he reminisced about his failures. It’s been 6 months, 6 months and 120 different plot twists. I was tired. I wanted to quit.

Tim wasn’t his usual self today, there was something odd about him. He did not sleep the night before and did not leave for work. He just locked himself in his study, scribbling.

Late afternoon I heard him come out, his eyes looked tired but his face had the familiar smile of satisfaction. Oh how I missed it. My eyes followed him as he knelt in front of me, ‘Thank you, I owe this to you.’ handing out the 354 paged manuscript of ‘THE WOMAN IN RED.’ He finally did it, he wrote.

That night, I read and dreamt the story just like I used to and for the first time in 6 months, I saw Tim be happy and satisfied about his story.
It’s been a year since ‘The Woman In Red.’ hit the stores. Tim left his 9 to 5 job, for good so he could focus on things he valued the most. I chose to become a teacher, narrating the stories I’ve always heard.

By far, this had been the best story Tim wrote. OUR STORY.

A/N: All characters in this story are fictional and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. If they do, it’s puerly coincidental.

Dear BestFriend.

Dear Best friend,

I know it’s been a long time since I said this to you, but I really miss you and I miss you a lot. I know you’ve been waiting for your phone to light up with that one text that I never sent, and I’m really sorry.
I know you’ve been dying to tell me all about that cute guy you met at Art class, but you didn’t want to disturb me. I’m sorry you had to feel that way. You’ve been there for me at when it was 3 AM in the morning and the boy I gave my heart to, broke it and ran away. You consoled me, giving up your sleep. I’m sorry you feel we drifted apart.

Best friend, I know you’ve been meaning to talk to me now that we live far away, oceans and mountains separating us physically and we don’t get to see each other as often as we want to, but I hope you know. I miss you. I hope you know, I’m always here for you. I hope you know, you’re never alone that you always have me around.

Best Friend, I’m sorry you had to feel replaced by new people in my life but I hope you know, nobody can take your place in my life. You’ll always be the one I call up, when the world around me crashes down. You’ll always be the one I talk to, when I’m in cloud 15. You’ll always be the one I call, when I’m scared of certain decisions I have to take, cause I know talking to you is going to make everything better.

I hate the fact that we’re so far apart, I hate the fact that I have to see you through the screen everytime we talk. I hate it all, and I’d trade the world to be near you, to hold your hands and listen to all the things you hid behind those dark rimmed spectacles ever since I left.

Best Friend, we may have grown up, we may not be in the same place or maybe even in the same page right now. But it’s alright, you still hold the same place in my heart like you did those many years ago, and I really hope you’d forgive me for all those special moments of your life that I missed. I hope you’d forgive me for all those times when you spammed my inbox and I just looked at it and left. I hope you’d forgive me for the times I was not around when all you needed was me. I’m sorry.

As I write these words I’m looking at my phone and I know what I need to do. You’re not forgotten, Best Friend. I’m nothing without you and I love you. ❤

Love from miles away,
BestFriend.

P.S: I’m Sorry

Dear Julie,

“The starry nights, they call your name,
I look up and hold back my tears, for you were mine.”

Robert wished us, Happy Anniversary. It’s strange isn’t it? How the time passed us by, just like the wind. I’m making dinner tonight, just like the good old days. When you held the wine glass in your slender hands, putting that unruly strand of hair behind your ear, sitting on the porch talking to me.
I noticed everything, Julie. I’m sorry, I could never say you these things to you before.

It was our third anniversary. I remember how you decorated the house and urged me not to be late that night, because you had a surprise for me. Julie, I had a surprise too. I had a little box in the drawer where I kept my socks, I was going to make you mine for eternity. I remember how you cooked me breakfast, pancakes and coffee. I cannot forget even if I want to how your eyes lit up after you kissed me that morning, it was just like the fireworks on the 4th of July. You held my hand and said that you loved me, but I was quiet. I don’t know why.

I guess, I wanted to save everything I had for that night. I saw your face fall down, never in 3 years have I not replied to you when you said that you loved me. You thought I changed but Julie, I didn’t. I was planning for the surprise. I was planning for the big night.

You brought me the first gift of the day, a tie. You remembered when I told you some two years back how much I loved ties, I wanted to cry. It was special. You helped me wear it and said I looked dashing. I believed I did. I knew you were eager to get something in return as well, but Julie, I had it all saved for that night. I kissed you Goodbye, as I left home. I could see you waving at me, sending me kisses through the glass window that separated us. I smiled, I smiled throughout the day.

You sent me sweet messages, I regret not replying to them. I’m sorry, Julie. I was stuck at work. You sent me messages reminding me to come home soon. I wanted to Julie. I wanted to  hold you in my arms and say that I love you. I wanted to come home sooner so I could get on my knees and propose to you. But Julie, Drake had a daughter and wanted to celebrate. There was still time. I thought I’d make it. I really thought so, Julie.

It was 9pm, you kept calling me. I was drunk, I couldn’t pick up your phone. I told them I had to go, for it was my anniversary, Julie. But I lost my keys and I couldn’t come home. I knew you’d be worried. I knew you’d be disappointed at me. I’m sorry, Julie. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to you sooner.

You called me again, this time I answered. You were upset, because I was drunk. You asked me where I was so you could come pick me up, I told you the address and waited. I’m sorry, Julie. I shouldn’t have lost my keys.  It was 11:30pm, Robert and Drake stayed back, we were talking. I was getting worried, you were not here yet. I got a call, Julie. I got a call from the police. They asked me if I knew you, I was nervous. They told me your car crashed on the highway.

Julie, I told Robert to take me to the hospital you were taken to. He did. I prayed, Julie, for the first time in years I called out to him. I called out. You were breathing when we got there, Julie. You were breathing through a machine. Your skin, pale and bruised. I’m sorry, Julie. I made you go through a lot. They told me to sign a form, so they could take your body out of life-support. I was very angry, Julie. How could they call you a body? You were not dead. You were alive. I held your hand and I swear I felt you hold it back. But the doctors said I was crazy and told me to go home. I’m sorry, Julie. Please come back.

You decorated our house, with scented candles. It smelt of you. I dropped on the ground and cried. What was I without you, Julie? I ate the dinner that you made for us, alone. I drank the wine, you loved. Alone. I opened my sock drawer and took the box out, I bought the ring for you Julie. I still have it, it has your name etched in it. It will forever be for you.

It’s been 15 years, 15 lonely anniversaires that i celebrated. I left another letter that I wrote to you on your grave, I will put this letter tomorrow. I left drinking, Julie. I left it for good. But every anniversary I sit on the porch and drink your favorite wine. Julie, had it not been for that fateful night, had it not been for my sheer stupidity you’d have been here by my side. I look at your picture, everyday and say the things I didn’t say when you were alive. I miss you, Julie. I miss you a lot.

Nothing is the same without you, I’m not the same without you. I love you, Julie. I always will.

P.S: I’m sorry for that night.

Truly Yours,
Samuel

He was Fire, She was a Hurricane.

I always found it fascinating, how certain things just click. How certain things just fall into place, just like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle completing each other, existing together. 

I often wonder why hurricanes are named after people, then I look inside of me and I realise we are all storms. There’s a storm raging inside all of us, some big, some small. Some sweep everything that comes in their way, just like a tornado. Destroying everything in its sights , trying to make it’s mark. Some are like hurricane’s, strong and persistent, devastating and dangerous. 

Sometimes I wonder, what would happen if a tornado met a hurricane? Would they join together as one, empowering one another, or would they clash and burn like fire?

The hurricane loves fiercely, her love will rip you apart, take away your everything, leave you bare and cold, at the same time her touch would ignite the tornado burning inside your heart, she will sway you back and forth admist her strong winds until you let go of the tornado building up inside you. 

The tornado, he has no path. He’s devastating and magnificent, he loves his storm, he loves his hurricane. But when he meets her, when he touches her, it’s a disaster. He continues swaying her as she dances inside his spiraling vortex, until she’s empty. Consumed into the tornado, clutching to him like her life depended on it, but the tornado swirling away into the unknown throws her away from him into the atmosphere. 

The hurricane, spends her last moments looking for his touch, looking for answers before she becomes one with nothingness.

Now I know why hurricane’s are named after people, why they behave the way they do, people try telling her that not all storms are the same, but how do you explain, that not all fires burn the same to someone whose been burnt so much?