Writing Prose

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