Happyzappy

Umm.. Frogs and butterflies everything in my life here...

[aaryasthings]

THAT'S ME!!

Ok...so this ones for the dodging myself. Well, a writer never needs an intro I guess, his life, his thoughts, his broken love, everything is reflected in his writings- flickering love, gooey heartbreaks and all the nasty thoughts discoing in his head over tea.

Then too for the people looping themselves within my metaphors, I would like to give them a glance of my life.

[Don't get melted] I'm not a famous author neither a progeny of Socrates. I'm a simple girl like my Instagram username - @simplyy.aarya .I'm absolutely simple, excluding my thoughts and my habits.

[Don't think I'm quirky]

I'm the good girl, who completes her science projects on time, gets caught in traffic but never complains, gets showered with all the 'gaalis' but never thinks of returning a pinch back( The thing is I don't understand a bit of all those Gujarati gaalis)..

[gaali- cuss word]

I consider myself a bloom of carnation in the field of roses.

I'm a poet, a writer( both are the same though) and an aspiring doctor.

[Any suggestion guys, whoever is preparing for NEET-UG, how to manage your school, coaching classes and your skill enhancing time? I'm really in a need of it]

[[[I really am in love with bracketss]]] ...and...with dots too...

..AND I'M IN LOVE WITH TUMBLR

I've opened this account to post my poetries as well as stuff like this(Not very funny plushies). My write-ups are always free, precisely jobless so feel free to spend your plushy time with my all new colourful lively, big-eyed cuties (My good words).

You are gonna go a long way, deep, deep, deep!

Lizards completely banned in this space. Might smell like a Rat Hit-an aroma of goodness, all the rat lovers have to manage themselves you are grown up so you have to.

P.S: I look like..umm that's a difficult thing to explain, better you scroll up and click on that round thing holding a cool face lacking a goggles which I doubt, miss Ratalie swallowed on a bleak, dreary winter's night.

Taking some selfies and learning learning,

Yours.

A.

[frawgs]

how much scarier would a frog be if it ran instead of hopped .. u just hear plat plat plat plat coming towards u and u look down and it’s a frog going at full speed

[spaceepigeon]

[aaryasthings]

aaaah!!

[aaryasthings]

Filling some voids

P.S: replace all the places with the word 'purdah' with 'Burqah'.

Ok so I researched upon this a little and found out a mistake. It's not purdah, burqah is the correct word here and the system where women have to cover their faces according to Islam rules is called the purdah system. Everybody have their own believes we can't flout any culture or religion but those rules or believes shouldn't ever be forced on a person who doesnt think the same way, this is when the burqah comes in danger..

Follow me on Ig @simplyy.aarya

[aaryasthings]

What's there in those rules or so called laws when you have life, made specially for you...

Let not seas stop you from crossing, and scissors from you growing..

All the Best! Because Life is what you are living in...lots of wars to combat.

Keep moving..

Love.

A.

[aaryasthings]

11-07-2021

((Snakes and Physics))

These first days are really exhausting, spent in bungling things as a result of which new startings become new endings. First day in a new school, first day at a music lesson, first day living in an unmapped place(Unmapped in my mind, I'm not a trible!)

I hate startings, maybe the person who preached the common phrase "old is Gold" Was somewhat like me, and it gives me relief to know that earthlings like me too get a chance to dance off their steps on this globe.

Well, changing school was the hardest of all. New teachers, new classmates.. Uff they all are so sober looking. New ways, new types of reasons for the teachers to get angry.

The only thing that gives me pleasure now is resting my head on my mum's lap and thinking of my old school days..

aand ya I still chat with my bestie, but that lasts for hours and then as a result a slap and a lecture from my mum and dad has become a ritual.

Writing is my passion and I wanna become a very famous author like Paulo Coelho (Don't underestimate me), but I dont get time to write and when I get, I don't know what to write...

Believe me, frogs hop in my head and butterflies I guess hate me(maybe some past life hitch she still remembers). I want to write about all of them, but its only those slimy, not very beautiful rodents come to my mind.. Umm its because I utterly hate them.

((I just tried to use some metaphors okay! My mind isn't a zoo or a snake hole))

There 's lot to study, lot to write, lot to discover.. Ending for now..

Love.

A.

PS: I hate physics too.. And I'm damn sure I had some grudges with it since past life!!

(rodents are cuter as compared )

[aaryasthings]

Let the skies be gray

I love them so.

I love to see how darkness pours bliss.

I know the darkness precedes the tempest, yet

I smile and look up into the sky,

I can't stop the nature,

just wait for it to cease

'cause I want to jump into the puddles

made by the dark sky.

I want to learn to get wet

without feeling cold.

I want to touch the dew drops

without disturbing them,

and walk in the damp soil

without staining myself.

The windows won't allow me,

but I'll look out.

To learn to love the tempest

with it's raging shriek to accompany me

life long....

Sometimes poetries are the best way to express yourself..here am I with one. Amidst your happy- zappy life, learn to love the tempest, it will make you stronger, thunder won't scare you, but you will remain the most beautiful like the rain amidst all the hell-ly expectations..

So learn to love the tempest, with its raging shriek to accompany me and you life long...