Dearest reader

Welcome to my writing corner

[neelihara]

Hello Dearest Readers,

This moment marks the beginning of something very dear to my heart. I've finally gathered the courage to share my world of words with someone other than my notebooks and Word documents.

I'm sitting down right now and penning this very first post with a nervous heart and a pinch of excitement.

Writing has been my very own hiding place for as long as I can recall. Whenever life got chaotic or my thoughts tangled like mischievous fairies, I sought refuge in beautiful blank pages.

When I started writing this, I feel like I am sharing my deepest secrets with you, as if you'd discovered my personal diary locked away in the attic. But I welcome you to my page, which will soon be a universe of words, thoughts, and theories that have long existed within me.

I like writing lots of things, from stories to poems, from my thoughts on a movie to why I should have punched the rude guy on the bus, everything I can imagine or express.

I'm Neelihara. This might not be the name of my birth certificate, but this is the name I have given to the part of my brain that makes me want to write. I have taken it as my pen name.

If we were sitting face to face, I'd probably offer you a cup of coffee and talk about stories late into the night. But since we're meeting on the internet, I'll pour my heart into these virtual posts.

Expect to find fragments of my soul scattered across my posts– poems that whispered to me in the middle of the night, stories spun from the threads of my imagination, and sometimes, just my unfiltered thoughts on the world around me and sometimes a diary entry bearing depths of my heart and soul.

I'm hoping that you'll be at home here and that my words will strike a chord with you. This isn't just about sharing; it's about connecting with like-minded souls and friends who appreciate words' beauty and power.

So, welcome to my quiet corner of the internet, where every post is a piece of me, and every reader is a treasured friend.

But remember, dear readers, every word I pen carries a piece of my soul, and your presence here is an honour beyond measure. As I embark on this experience, I eagerly anticipate your whispers in the comments.

So here's to a new chapter in my life. May our connection grow stronger with every word you read that I write, and may this blog of mine forge a few lasting friendships along the way?

I also happen to be an artist, finding just as much delight in drawing as I do in spinning words. Behold a creative glance that shows the part of my mind where the love for writing resides, which I captured in my drawing above.

With lots of love,

Neelihara

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The setting is a party, which always takes place in the same house, in the same place in the forest, which was accessible and at the same time private, perfect for any teenager who wanted to party. every year, on the same date, at the same time, a party took place there. It didn't matter if no one had planned it or knew what place it was, whose house it was or why there was always a party there, it was just the way it happened.

no one also knew that in the cabin next to the garage was the reason behind all these never-asked questions, and I don't think if they found out about what was in the cabin and why it was there, they would like it.

[neelihara]

There was a magical printing machine that sent out invitations to this party.

[words-on-pa-pers]

“Only the clever are wary of warnings, but only fools do not heed them.”

[neelihara]

There's a thin line between someone who's clever or a fool. It's like love and hate. It's confusing which side of the line you are on and sometimes you don't realise it until your too far to cross over to the other side.

[rather-ace-writing]

PROMPT/IDEA- Enjoy!

”I forgive you.” He breathed, not taking his eyes from the crackling fire. She stared at him, dumbfounded. A tense silence fell over the two like a blanket, like snow falling silently over a village. A moment passed. Followed by another.

“And I you.”

[neelihara]

This one sounds so profound to me especially at this ungodly hour of the night while I lay awake contemplating life. This prompt seems between a couple or a ship but the more i think about it i somehow picture a mother and son. It's just the way my mind is conjuring this scene.

[ernmark]

Just learned about garden path sentences.

They’re basically a literary prank– the sentence starts out in such a way that you think you know where it’s going, but the way it ends completely changes the meaning while still being a complete and logical sentence. Usually it deals with double meanings, or with words that can be multiple parts of speech, like nouns and verbs or nouns and adjectives.

So we get gems like

The old man the boat. (The old people are manning the boat)

The complex houses married and single soldiers and their families. (The apartment complex is home to both married and single soldiers, plus their families)

The prime number few. (People who are excellent are few in number.)

The cotton clothing is usually made of grows in Mississipi. (The cotton that clothing is made of)

The man who hunts ducks out on weekends. (As in he ducks out of his responsibilities)

We painted the wall with cracks. (The cracked wall is the one that was pained.)

[writing-prompt-s]

You’re secretly the most powerful super powered individual, but refuse to become a hero or villain no matter how many offers you get from the Hero League or the Apocalypse Core

[writing-prompt-s]

You’re secretly the most powerful super powered individual, but refuse to become a hero or villain no matter how many offers you get from the Hero League or the Apocalypse Core

[neelihara]

Girls want this, Girls want that.

I'll tell you what girls actually want?

Girls want some peace of mind.

[neelihara]

Though we adore men individually

We agree that as a group they're rather stupid

- Mrs. Banks (Mary Poppins 1964)

[neelihara]

I had some dream which I don't remember now but I woke up after the dream in the middle of the night and wrote something down in my notes app and went back to sleep.

After waking up in the morning i opened my notes app and saw this

"devil loves disco"

I am making this the motto behind whatever I write next

[neelihara]

Every Desi family has atleast one woman named Baby

[neelihara]

Jane Austen would've loved Ao3

Rabindranath Tagore would've loved Tumblr

Agatha Christie would've loved true crime podcasts

Leonardo Da Vinci would've loved drones

Vincent Van Gogh would've loved Procreate

Cleopatra would-be loved Vlogging and Makeup videos on YouTube

Shakespeare would've loved roasting people on Twitter

Benjamin Franklin would've loved memes

Nikola Tesla would've loved WiFi and would binge watch cat videos

Franz kafka would've loved blogging

Socrates would've loved TED talks

[neelihara]

Hi there! :)

An Ask: What's something about a piece of your writing that you really, truly appreciate? It can be anything

I've never really thought much about this but now that I think about what really lights up my world when I’m writing, it’s an incredible rush of feelings , emotions I experience, especially when I create a world in stories or express my thoughts on poems. I feel this in a spiritual level when I write in my mother tongue. There’s this raw, authentic feeling that I can't quite capture in any other language,even English.

My grandfather, who is a writer himself, has been a huge inspiration in this regard. He’s the one who instilled in me this love for our language, urging me to explore its beauty through writing to be honest he taught me a great deal of the literature I know in my language. His stories, his writing in my language, they’ve all seeped into my veins and blood , making me cherish our native language in my own creative expressions.

The thing is, I feel there aren't many folks in my age group who read with in my language. So, most of the time, I tend to share my work in English, thinking it might strike a chord with a wider audience. Even my own friends tend to read English and other languages than our own language.

It's a bit disheartening sometimes that the audience for my mother tongue works seems limited. But, the way I see it, every piece I write in that language holds a piece of my heart. It’s like a tribute to my roots, to the traditions passed down through generations. Even if it's not reaching as many people, the authenticity and emotional depth I pour into those writings are incredibly valuable to me. They're a way of honoring my language, a heartfelt nod to where I come from.

Overall I love the feelings that get evoked when I write and express myself.

[neelihara]

I don't know what's gotten into me but I've been taking inspiration nursery rhymes and writing poems and rhymes about idlis and dosas and stuff

[neelihara]

Okay so I just discovered your blog and I'm yet to read anything here but the name neelihara is SO BEATIFULLLL 🪷❤️

OMG thank you so much. NEELIHARA is my penname. The name has a very deep personal meaning for me from my life. And there is another meaning I came up with to tell people in general because it's very beautiful. Neeli means blue in many languages and my own mother tongue as well and hara is usually referred to Lor Siva and also the Destroyer of things. So the meaning of Neelihara could be the one who destroys the blue in your life. And by blue I don't mean the beautiful blues of the skies I mean the blues of life like sadness and heartbreaks and stuff like that. Personally I have a different reason behind it but this meaning is equally beautiful to me when I have to tell someone. Thank you so much once again for telling this.

[writing-prompt-s]

You are an author who writes for the fun of it. You created a universe set around a Goddess ten years ago, which became quite popular. You answer the door one day to find a radiantly beautiful woman. “At last I meet you, my creator. I am Goddess …”

[neelihara]

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Hi I just saw your post about blacksmiths.

I am writing a story where my mc is a girl in early 20s who's training to be a blacksmith. So I wanted to ask if there are any gear you wear on your hands for protection?

Some people I know wear leather gloves when they smith to avoid getting burned. I prefer to work without gloves, as do most blacksmiths, but I wear them occasionally when I have a cut on my hand that I don't want to get infected, or if I burn myself/almost burn myself I get kinda freaked out and put on gloves for the rest of the time I'm working for that day. Most blacksmiths don't recommend wearing any sort of gloves, since it can get you too accustomed to picking up metal that would be way too hot to handle with just your bare hands. All in all, i think it comes down to your characters comfort level and what experience they've got.

[neelihara]

Thank you so much for this information. Another quick question is it recommended for beginners to not wear gloves?