Diaries from Suburbia

Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 1)

Leaving on a jet plane Dear Diary, Constancy has a sadistic way of changing, constantly. Life changing things happen to all sorts of people, all the time. Things that made me not want to get out of bed, things that kept me from going to bed in the first place. Don't think for a minute… Continue reading Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 1)

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Diaries from Suburbia (Author’s note)

Author’s note

I’m too young to write a memoir. But I have an awesome story to tell.

You see, almost nine months back, I left my home back in the warm climes of Western India and moved thousands of miles away to the United States, and as a result experiencing the joys of leading a single, independent life. My experiences in this foreign country, as time has gone by, have been a myriad blend of emotions; an assorted mix of enjoyable, amusing, frightening, confusing, stupefying, and a bunch of other emotions that put together, to be honest, are quite compelling.

Diaries from Suburbia is a humble attempt to put in perspective my observations and opinions gathered on this grand and exciting journey. I plan to write this as a set of disjoint, serial stories rather than one, cohesive piece of work. In each part of this story, I unfold a…

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Diaries from Suburbia

Diaries from Suburbia (Author’s note)

Author's note I'm too young to write a memoir. But I have an awesome story to tell. You see, almost nine months back, I left my home back in the warm climes of Western India and moved thousands of miles away to the United States, and as a result experiencing the joys of leading a… Continue reading Diaries from Suburbia (Author’s note)

Songs

The life we knew we could never live

The life we knew we could never live Is somewhere out there in the wait Asking for another chance It's time to go, walk through the gate There are hobbies waiting to be picked Or asses asking to be kicked A million jaws just to be dropped And bullets out there to be stopped The… Continue reading The life we knew we could never live

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Open your eyes

Inspiration is everywhere. A coffee cup. A winter ravaged tree. The apple seed you just threw away. Dog poop. A smashed car. The point is, anything and everything in the world around us is inspiring. *feels small*

Inspiring enough to write a story.

The biggest complaint some writers have is that they have nothing to write. On a day where there is no inspiration, the feet feel heavy, the eyes drowsy, seat uncomfortable. Clothes seem ill-fitting, your focus dwindles and instead finds shiny things *OOH SHINY!* on Facebook and Twitter and anything and everything that usually fades in the background when you’re ready and buckled in and churning page after page of awe-inspiring awesomeness. On those days you’d rather wish you could simply go back to sleep and hope a new day has a different effect.

Nothing different is ever going to happen.

They’re just things you tell yourself to…

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Writing that perfect beginning

I’ll let you in on a little secret. There is no spoon. *dodges bullets*

For folks who did not get the obscure Matrix reference, don’t fret. For those who did, *high five*.

As human beings, all of us have stories to tell. Stories are born when our inherent creativity meets a general happening that we observe, experience or simply choose to believe in. And everyone likes a good story. *bangs desk to make a point*

As writers, we have the important job of being able to tell a good story. If you’ve been doing this a while, you would know that a good story is one that triggers a certain note with your reader; it could be a particular emotion, or a shared experience, or simply a bit of humor that makes them laugh at the end of a very tough and frustrating day.

It helps if you start…

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Writing that perfect beginning

I’ll let you in on a little secret. There is no spoon. *dodges bullets* For folks who did not get the obscure Matrix reference, don’t fret. For those who did, *high five*. As human beings, all of us have stories to tell. Stories are born when our inherent creativity meets a general happening that we… Continue reading Writing that perfect beginning

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The snowman

I A slight chill graces the air As the leaves of fall mingle and fly away Riding the mischievous wind. Showers of white slowly appear And the air is now wispy, cloudy As the sleet covers The previously grassy lawn In a blanket of sparkling frost. A little child, bedecked in wool And armed with… Continue reading The snowman