I watch him touch her arm, a gentle, soft caress. She looks at him with that familiar, tender look in her eyes, the one that was once reserved only for me. I watch the way she brushes his hair out of his eyes, a brush of skin, nothing more. The way he smiles a little at the contact makes my heart twist. Clench. Ready to explode. He leans into her warmth, and she holds him closer, tighter. Their bodies melding into one. Nothing else matters, nothing else exists. Not the people rushing around, smiling at the moment they’re sharing together, the isolated emotion, not the sounds, the smells or anything in between or beyond. Her eyes are fixed on him, shining with unshed tears of pure love and joy. Content. She is content next to him, with him nearby. Her heart is finally at peace after all the pain she went through, with me, to reach this point. He shuffles a bit in her embrace, catching and twisting a lock of her ebony hair. I watch as a soft laugh escapes her beautiful lips, the way her hand comes up to hold his wrist and I feel another tug at my heart. Somebody brushes past me, causing me to take a step forward, towards her; them. She looks away from the boy. She was always so beautiful, her features so serene, even without the shadows and liners she insisted on putting on. Her face was bare, today. But she didn’t need anything. We lock eyes. Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, her coffee coloured eyes bright and round in surprise. Every emotion I feel is mirrored on her face, words need not be spoken. I stare at her, shamelessly. He shifted again, calling her attention back to him, she looked away from me hastily. He wrapped himself around her, content with finally having gained her attention and I saw another soft smile erupt on her face. Another tug. And then, she looked at me, beckoning me forward, into their private little moment. I stared at him, stunned. He was so at peace with her, as I always was, and I wanted nothing more to leave, but I wasn’t sure if I should. She studied my perplexed state, beckoning me forward once more. Someone brushed past me once again, snapping me out of my reverie, and I walked slowly towards them. He turned to me, sensing my presence. A set of familiar eyes looked back at me. I sucked in a breath. We stared at each other for a moment, unmoving, unblinking. The tugging now stronger than ever. The link between us smiled and shifted.

And then,

I held my son for the first time.

It’s my first time writing anything like this, and I really hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you would like to see me write anything similar to this in any way again, or have any feedback or comments at all, please do feel free to let me know. Thankyou for reading!

Editing Credits: Akash Ricky Chakraborty 

Check out his blog, he’s amazing. 


The fault in our stars and Looking for Alaska


So, some time ago for some godforsaken reason, I decided to order ALL of John Greens books online. Call it boredom, call it curiosity, call it insanity….it was probably a horrible mix of the three, in all honesty. The point is, I ordered them.

Now, the question was: which one to read first? It was a tie between tfios and lfa because I had heard my friends whine and cry about both in equal parts, so I basically crossed my fingers and asked my brother to choose.
He’s ten.
He’s disinterested.
He’s lazy.
He pointed to one without even looking.
It was the fault in our stars

Now, the first thing I noticed while reading the book, is that it was-for the average teenage girl- a little different in terms of writing and grammar. New words everywhere and it had a smooth flow. It wasn’t choppy or sudden, you understand what was happening at every step.
It had some beautiful quotes and almost dreamlike dialogues. Let’s also appreciate the fact that John Green knows that F21 has the cutest dresses, yes.

Now, the second thing I noticed was, that is dint cry when it ended. Im not much of a crier anyways, and I read the book in parts. Along with Greens flowy writing, they all contributed to the lack of waterworks.
Along with one other thing
See, I have this theory, that one of the real reasons that the book turned my friends into waterfalls, is that Augustus(the protagonist) was a gentleman.
*spoiler alert*
And he DIES
Now, if you make a super hot gentleman that spews out almost everything a girl wants to hear with such conviction along with loving a girl so beautifully- completely destroying the female populations ovaries- and then decide to give him cancer and KILL him.
Then I’m sorry, you must understand if instead of their ovaries, they get destroyed instead.
I love John Green, the book has some amazing quotes and a hot protagonist- but it’s not one of the best I’ve read in any case.
It’s a one time read, but since the movie has come out anyways, just stick to that. You’ll understand.


Now, looking for Alaska.


I’m not going to write much because…well…there’s nothing much to write about. All I can say is, that it’s blunt. And again, turned my friends into waterworks. Johns got a thing for killing innocent teenagers off with a slight charm. It’s interesting, in a way. It-again- has some amazing quotes, but it is alas-again- a one time read.
Although, I don’t know if you should wait for the movie with this one.



I’ve only read one other book of his for now, and that’s Will Greyson, Will Greyson. And I can honestly say that I liked it better than the other two. His collaboration with David Lueithan really worked out and it’s a must read for any Green or Luiethan fan.