Writing Prose

The negative Planets. written by: vinitasingh03 After some time a girl was going through some rough times with her health and job, Her health was better but in her job, she started to know her strengths and weakness her talents and gifts. Yet she became extreme and felt she was doing too much and was going in many directions. Her mind was not peaceful. She was also seeing dreams with some slight premonitions. After some time she questioned two Priest Pandits, One in America and One in India, both giving her the same answers appearing with calculations on her birth chart from the time she was born. They both told her you have time of Rahu and Ketu in your planets. Both Pandits told her different ways to pray for these negative times on her planets. After some time she went to the place of worship for hindus called a temple. There she took with her a piece of paper with the time and date of when she was born. On the paper was a chart with numbers. She went and spok

The Dream Soulmates written by: vinitasingh03 I felt it was in our dreams, or was it in reality, that we saw our past life love, our soulmates, who came for a moment in real, with different faces, with different voices, or did we hear their voices in our dreams. It was either reality or a dream, but it was only for a moment. They were there too help us. They came just in time. I remember an incident As I walked slowly down the stairs with a carry on, in one hand, and another heavy bag in another, almost struggling to get down, not a railing to hold, and just in time came somebody to help me lift of the weight, to go down the stairs without fear, they came and asked? "Can I take your luggage", and than quickly brought it down, and left. I said, thank you, looked around, but in a flash they were gone. Was it a dream, when that someone came and greeted us with comfort so warmly. It felt like we had seen them after so many years, and were so happy to see them.

The Daughter-In-Law written by: vinitasingh03 As she looked in the mirror, fixed her hair, and dressed in her beautiful yellow sari, with green embroidery. She gazed at herself putting lipstick and fixing her hair. As she twirled some hair in front of her face and clipped the other part in the back, She taught there was something missing. A bindi was missing on her forhead. She put a matching yellow bindi on. As she heard the singing outside, The guests were arriving for the singing ceremony of the wedding. Her sister-in-law walked in and told her you have to go to the other room. All the guests have arrived. They are all eager to see you. The daughter-in-law quickly put on her ring and bracelet. She was told by her sister-in-law that she didn't have to touch their feet. She then walked into the small room, with blankets on the floor, and saw her-mother-in-law sitting there. She was told by her mother-in-law that she must touch everyones feet. As she walked

A Lady who played Pity written by: vinitasingh03 Once there was a intelligent, talented, beautiful women, who had a habbit of thinking too much. She used her vices in the wrong way. She used it in blame, guilt, judging, complaining, and pitying. She always blamed others and pitied herself that she wasn't able to do what she wanted. She pitied about the things that she didn't have and felt sorry for herself. Although she was married, she pitied that she had to spend every night sleeping alone, or she had to eat by herself. Although she cooked very well and was a wonderful housewife, she pitied that she had to cook and clean everyday. Although, she was well educated, she pitied that she didn't study further. Although she was married to a wonderful man she pitied that she never dated. The lady who pitied herself, never noticed what she had, and became very miserable. She didn't notice that she was very creative, and talented, That her talent could take her

Hope written by: vinitasingh03 Life is living to the fullest. Life is living on hope. Every day we wake up in the morning looking at ourselves in the mirror, hoping to be alive, and having an adventerous day. We dream of success. We hope one day, we'll have a big house or a big car. We hope we'll have fame and money. We'll be a big actress, or a famous singer. We hope that as a doctor we are able to save many lives. Sometimes we hope that we'll write a big romance novel, or have a book of poems published. There is another kind of hope, The hope for a human connection, one in which, we hope that we'll meet a friend after three or four years. A mother hopes that she may find her missing child. There may be a time when a brother hopes to have a new sister in his home. A man hopes to be married and find a companion to keep him happy. We hope that someone will give us real unconditional love. Than some hope that they have romance in their lives. Some people

The Passionate Writer written by: vinitasingh03 Once there lived a girl who wanted to write stories. She wanted to write about untold stories that were never heard of. Stories which were vague, or stories that happened in real. She was the passionate writer. It was winter time. She sat there by the window. The curtains inside her window were open. She looked outside and not a soul to be seen out the window. She thought to herself, "what could she write about." She noticed the wind blowing outside. As the leaves flew up from the floor. The birds, all in a row flew across the sky. She got to deep thinking. Although, she was bilingual, and her words weren't flowing, she knew she had incidences she wanted to write about. As the passionate writer, she got into an imaginary daydream world. She thought of a big beautiful castle. A stranger who greeted her warmly in the castle. She wasn't satisfied. She then took the paper and threw it down and took another pap

One chance in the moment written by: vinitasingh03 Times in life come and go. Its from past, present to future. Today is the present. We live for the moment. Weather its a cold, dark, winter with snow, or a bright summer with sunshine. We walk our paths, through a tunnel, a road or a highway. We take a train, a plane or a boat ride. What ever we do, that moment only comes once. In this one chance of the moment is a young lady, who has passed through many things. She has wandered the roads with different street names. She has seen many stores in different states. She has learned different languages. She has danced to many songs. She has worked different jobs. She has found different friends across different states and countries. She has read many articles, books and strories. She has heard many stories from others. As her mind is wandering and thinking, she feels she must remember the one chance in the moment. That one chance of the moment she dreams of. The one chance whe

Faces of The World written by: vinitasingh03 The world we live in now is a colorful place. There are different types of people in this world. In this people have different faces. What is outside on a face is rarely what is on inside the face. Some people laugh on the outside, others cry, others are numb, and some don't show an expression. Those are the outside colors of a face. Some people are very sad inside and it shows on the outside. Some people are extremely sad, but on the outside they cover it up by laughing on the outside. There are what are the open book faces, also called the raw faces, they show what is inside their feelings on the outside. Then there are the numb faces who show no expressions. There are the secretive faces who by the eyes show that something is hiding inside, and also have a look of guilt. There are the innocent faces that when you walk up to them they greet you with a smile, laughing giving a warm vive. There are the d

Escaping Emotions written by: vinitasingh03 She looked at herself in the mirror. Than she realized, she was running away from everything. She was in her imaginary world. She wanted something deeply. She found herself lost. She was running away from her emotions, her feelings, her past. With the nice weather, she couldn't resist. She was going outside, enjoying watching t.v., enjoying the weather outside, helping someone else. She realized that she was helping others because it made her feel good, it reminded her of what she didn't have, and how giving the other person, what she didn't have in the past, and seeing that person going through the same thing, made her feel better. Although she helped this other friend. She realized how much she had to do. So she escaped from her emotions and the things she wanted to do, and daydreamed, or went for a walk. She realized she had four or five books to read, she had a story to write. She had to get back in her business in

The Positive Vives written by: vinitasingh03 Once there was a young lady, who was hearing a lot of negativity from all around. Things were happening in a negative way. She felt cursed and hopeless. Her past had made her fragile. Than days passed when she thought too much. It was raining outside, all day. She lived on hopes but even then, her faith started fading away. When suddenly she woke up the next morning and she saw the sunshine. Than she heard the voices from around the world. There was a strong connection of vives that were given to her, sent to her as angels. The voices started to give her hope and encouragement. They started to motivate her again. The voices started giving her, a negative true mirror immage of herself also. Then she could truly see herself and become a more powerful and positive person. Then the voices started to tell her you could be helping all around, because there is so much to do. Life is beyond what you can dream. That is what she started

A Perfect Evening written by: vinitasingh03 There she stood, with her open curly hair shoulder length. She was wearing, her long black shirt with pink and purple designs on it, with leggings on. She felt the nice cool breeze with the wind, coming towards her face. As she stood, outside she was surrounded with big green trees, and small plants. She watched the splash in the pool, go high up with the sound of water around her. There were the birds chirping nearby, the sound of the water fountain running. The young lady noticed the colored flowers infront of the dark house. Couples chatting with one another, with drinks or crackers in their hands. Little children running around her and some splashing the water in the pool. Then suddenly the hard blown wind came towards her when she slightly moved to the other side. The noise of the people talking, the wind blowing, the birds chirping, the pool splashing, made her feel lively yet cool and relaxed. Watching the children run a

The Intuitive Premonitions. written by: Vinita Singh Once there was a lady who looked in the mirror, she stared at herself and her dark brown eyes. She looked straight in the mirror and then she remembered her dreams. Dreams of past that were happening in the present. She saw herself in a house with no one around, when she awoke. After five years of having this dream, she found herself settled in a new place. When she looked outside her window not a soul was seen nearby. She saw dreams of a relative wearing a pink color dress, six months later seeing them in that colored dress. She saw dreams of a friend saying hi to her. A year later she felt the same voice of a friend in real saying hi to her. The young lady started asking herself how can this be, Do I have Intuition, Do I get Premonitions. A year had passed when she was inside her house. After seven years of seeing her Aunt, from India, she had a dream of her Aunt. Her dream was vague. But after a week her aunt had co

Unsatisfied written by: Vinita Singh In our world were the people that were satisfied and then the unsatisfied. People became unsatisfied because when some got a house, They wanted a even bigger house. When some got a car they wanted a more expensive car. When one got a ring they wanted a more expensive ring. If a lady was single she wanted to be married with a child. If a lady was married and with three children she than wanted to be single. Someone had a job, they wanted to stay home and relax. If someone stayed home they wanted to work. If someone cooked and cleaned and stayed home, they wanted to go out. If someone was working many hours outside they wanted to go out or cook. It was at that time, that people were not seeing that they were blessed. They had a house a family and they were upset instead, wanting more. They wanted a bigger family with more children, they did not have a girl so they wanted to have more children so they could have a girl. Then someone had

Invisible written by: Vinita Singh Once there was a young lady, who was by nature not really seen. She was not viewed by the outside world. Instead she was invisible. She could feel reality. A life that, she was living. She could perceive the world around her. She could feel what others thought of her. How they judged her and what they thought of her. She could even feel the negativity around. One thing she could really feel was not the emptiness and lonliness that she was surrounded by. She could only feel she did not exist in the outside world. She was invisible. She felt that others did not see what she felt, what her journey of life had been like. Although she looked out the window of her house, she saw nothing but the house and the trees around her. Not a soul to be seen. At times, she felt that she didn't matter to others because she did not get the attention she wanted. People around her did not really know her. She was invisible

The Phases She kept changing. written by: Vinita Singh Once there was a girl. She was living life worthwile by experiencing and changing everything she did each year. She had a stage and a phase where she did the one thing she wanted. At first she would go out and eat at all the different restaurants. Then she realized she had eaten at all the restaurants there were. She loved cheesecake. She would also walk on the track everymorning. The next time she moved, she had a new phase of watching all the movies, there were. As time flew she was born with a new child, when she went through a phase of imagining things, and laughing, and then elaborating everything into a story with all her friends. As her child was getting bigger, she started seeing her child start walking and talking. As time went on she moved into a new place. At this time her phase changed, and she would go take her daughter to story time and then she would spend a lot of her time at the mall. She suddenly

The Age to Stay written by: Vinita Singh As the young lady with dark brown eyes, long curly hair, with sides clipped on the back wearing her evening dress with silver diamond beads sparkling on her cream colored long skirt and pink top looked across the room. She saw a younger girl with a cream top and a pink long skirt. The same silver diamon beads sparkled from her pink blouse, with the same dress just opposite colors from the blouse and top. Exactly offosite of what the lady with dark brown eyes was wearing. As she looked around the whole room she saw everyone sitting on the chairs across with their evening dresses on. Then she noticed the little four year olds running around. Her eyes then went across the other side of the room and she noticed three teenagers sitting on the side. She remembered herself with her two younger siblings when she went out talking and dancing like that when she was younger. After some time she noticed younger girls around twelve. She be

Chaos written by: Vinita Singh As time had passed, she couldn't forget the person she had lost. She had lost a soul, a love. An older confidante. Someone she had turned to everyday. Someone she had cared for everyday. Someone she had spoken to about everything and all her emotions. Now she realized. She had emotions of chaos, Emotions of feelings, emotions, that made her live in chaos. All her tears which fell after even two years, had become what she was bringing all her fire out. She started working to extremes, she found ways of living that made her forget what she had lost. In reality It didn't really make her forget what she had lost. She still wept like the rivers, but she started living. Although, she could see herself grow, she felt the loss of her confidante more. She could not share this with anyone. In reality, no one would understand or listen to her feelings. She was going through a dillema. She was fighting to reach the top. In reality she was livin

The Veranda written by: Vinita Singh Now she realized she was an adult, a women who had grown. What she felt was time could not return or come back. She suddenly realized a time she could not forget, a time where she laid back on a chair and had the most attention. She remembered sitting on the veranda only when she was twelve years old. The big field, where there was a well to the left. All the children played cricket everyday. Three older girls sat infront of her house chatting and watching the view. She sat with her grandfather with him sitting on a chair to the side, Her in the corner of the other side. There she sat taking lots of pieces of yarn and fixing it, trying to knit a sweater for her brother. There were days when she sat on the Veranda and did her alphabet on slate with a chalk, Writing the indian alphabet. Then there were days when she just spoke to her grandfather and laughed with him. She was young and she would also play with the ch

The Dances Of The Cultures written by: Vinita Singh There is the Indian dancing, famous from India a place called Gujurat. It is called the garba, You could clap your hands three times turning side to side to side. If you wanted you could do an eight step, side to side moving back two times side to side then turning in four steps with your hands moving side to side along with it. Then when you went to the North Part of India, There is the classical dance called Kathak, where you move your feet from right to left eight times tapping with your hands moving side to side and circling up or down. Then you can raise both hands crossing it in the air and jump on both feet at the same time. Moving side to side with the beat of the table instrument playing. With the beat of the tabla you take both your hands over your head turning then face the front and take your feet and tapping eight counts with your right hand moving forward then your left, then crossing your hand to t

The Fortune Teller Friend written by: Vinita Singh A decade passes by. We learn after years that there is a friend we can communicate with. The reason is they have more experience with life. They know us enough to guide us, and show us the way. It is at the toughest times that we need a friend to talk to. But this friend starts guiding us, by telling us things. Almost as what is going to happen the next month. That we need to be cautious, calm, and relaxed. He tells us to smile. He is called the Fortune Teller Friend. There are times in our lives, when we run into a friend, who knows us for years. As we stumble they tell us it's ok. We can keep going. It's okay stay in the present. Three years have passed when a girl just had a baby. After having the baby, she was suddenly not feeling well. She went to the doctor for checkups. But she kept questioning this friend. The friend told her, "It's ok, You have been to all the checkups, and it's something v

Fearful Dreams written by: Vinita Singh My reality was empty, my dreams were a nightmare. I felt something holding me one night while I was a sleep, I suddenly felt as if I wanted to get up but I couldn't, I couldn't move, something was holding me so tight. I remembered I suddenly awoke but the feeling didn't leave me. A year had passed. I was living on the 14 th floor, surrounded by hospitals. I felt something grabbing or trying to grab me. I said Ohm Bhoor Bhuva Swaha, Ohm Bhoor Bhuva Swaha Ohm Bhoor Bhuva Swaha, I was saying this in my dream and I awoke. Another night passed and I remember it so quickly, reality and dream I was in between both. I saw jewlry old jewlry beautiful necklaces and suddenly my dream went out into another sight. It was a big dark empty room with old thick doors, I could see the room and nothing but darkness. So much room, and suddenly my husband was not there. I felt empty where was he? Again I heard some sounds, I was scared an

A little bit of Confidance with alot of Talent written by: Vinita Singh A year had passed when a young girl earlier was judged by many. Till one day she was talking to the lady near her house. The lady told her you are stunning looking. The young girl replied back I never really heard that before. But the young lady told her What really matters is not that your stunning but confidance. Many women are very average looking, but they have a lot of confidance. The way they present themselves their voice. The way they stand tall and straight. The young girl remembered this in her mind. Then she went to a place and showed her resume. As the director looked at her resume. She was told your overqualified. The young girl went and started working. After a week she was told she would be put infront to do the work on her own. But that afternoon, the young girl was told, your resume looks great but you need more confidance. The young girl kept this in mind again. She sat home, and

written by: Vinita Singh You realize for a couple of days, your at home. You have that feeling in your stomach. The anxious one. You have a numbness. You stop going outside. Its too cold anyway. Its snowing. You want to stop doing everything. Its all of a sudden. You know your husband has to go out of town. He has to go to a wedding. You can't go. Your daughter might get sick if she goes in the other country. She is too small anyway. You have a workshop. An exam set up. You've been working hard in it for a year. The anxious feeling of that is there. Then the one of your husband leaving for a couple of days. At least five to seven ads on. Then you remember someone just hitting your car. A muscle spasm before that, with so much chest pain, that you land in the emergency room. Your studying for your exam has slowed down. Your just starting to feel better. Even your Parents are in India. Its a couple of days after your birthday. Your trying t

How she fell in love with herself written by: Vinita Singh There was a girl who was different. She was different from everyone else. Even though she was focused on one thing. Her focus went into many things. As others could drive a car and speak on a cell phone. She could only drive, talking on the cell phone was something she refused. As others spent time on themselves with makeup, she went and learned classes on doing makeup and applying it on others which helped her, learn it herself. As others organized their house, she had a job, where she learned to organize a closet, or fold things in a professional manner. As others worked she volunteered forty hours. To her surprise as a decade passed, in reality she realized she had knowledge and skills of many things and her focus was everywhere. But suddenly she started seeing the real stuff she loved doing. She realized she had a lot of friends to help her see and get her focus back. One friend told her, I know your a goo

The Gossipers written by: Vinita Singh In the world were two types of spirits. There were the negative spirits, emotionally sad spirits who saw the world and people around them in a negative way. They usually taunted or made fun of others. There were the positive spirits who felt they were the best in the world and saw the world and others as a positive place. The negative spirits were the souls that were very unhappy. They talked about negative things, such as people getting in car accidents , people that were abused, people that were failing, or doing negative things. They were not confidant in themselves so they gossiped about others. They said negative things to others. They only talked about themselves and were egoistic. They had a narcisstic personality. They didn't get along with others and they had an avoidant social personality. They cried infront of others or by themselves. When they talked to others they told them, what to do but in reality they