
Friday we woke up to this It snowed most of the day—then started melting in the late afternoon Then more snow overnight Stopped we are for a spell. …
We Came to a Huge STOP— Sunday, December 3, 2023

Friday we woke up to this It snowed most of the day—then started melting in the late afternoon Then more snow overnight Stopped we are for a spell. …
We Came to a Huge STOP— Sunday, December 3, 2023
I was thinking of a tagline a few years ago when this phrase came up in my mind.
I immedeately made it my tagline on my name cards, my Blogs, my Bios, everywhere.
Soon after this I deleted all of my Social Media accounts for basically no reason but to try to live without them as they were a habit and actually a bad one since like 12 years or so. I lived without them and, moreover, learned to live without them. Now, when I created Social Media accounts from scratch (as previous ones were permanently deleted instead of DISABLED so that I don’t just hop in and login again) I find myself quite not there and still spend my time working and reading books or writing my journal.
I love this quote of mine:
If The Story Is Clever Characters Are Forever
Vishal Gaur
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Yes, it was too short for such an introduction but I don’t know why it hits me each time I see it written. The background comes form the short stories I was writing back then. I was trying to make characters long lasting to leave the impressions in the minds of people like Hercule Poirot’s character from Agatha Christi’s novels, who’s undoubtedly one of my favorite crime novelist, a Crime Queen, may her soul rest in peace. Then soon I realised that the story needs to work out and the characters will just go with that flow and become immortal if the story is worth it. What a great lesson learnt after spending a good time.
Thank you for reading a very personal and random thought. Wish you good luck with everything on your mind.
One more verse, and one more time
I’m back to this place, this place is mine.
Many went as waste, faded was the taste
But it’s a primal fact, this one’s here to shine.
This isn’t the fire
This isn’t the flame
This isn’t that era
Where I was the one to blame
Where I was the one to claim
Hollow success or the fame.
No more IG slow-mo or promo
Writing on the beat by Naqz,
No more into like and share game
This isn’t my turf
Ain’t how I used to work
Where I was lost into the darkness underneath shadows
Shark pool full of shallow water shuffled by the shaft
Shooting shocking shots of shower
Not a single thing in this life I believe
Is there for the taking now or never
Mind is scuffled by the chains of thoughts
But I never really thought that I’d have another shot
But not thinking a lot
Not stressing over what all I really lost
I’m cruising with the Supernova
With my own very wings.
And no more drinks, I’m all sober.
Spat the truth already all over
Ain’t writing it again all over, ’cause it’s over.
And I’m writing till the end
So that your eyes won’t blink.
When you see the hidden metaphor,
And then remember that torn cover
Amidst chills and shiver, I’ll Make You Rethink.