#12 Best Friend – Chapter 2

Chapter 2: My Best Friend

“Pea!”

Pea was roaming around the green grass, searching the fields for any signs of tasty food. Hearing a familiar voice, he looked up. Instantly, his face lit up.

“Megha!”

He ran to the girl, beaming. Megha smiled.

“Let’s go home, you don’t have to look for food this way!”

Megha started walking, Pea followed her.

“So, how was school?”

“As usual,” Megha said, sighing, “I had no idea what the teacher was saying in the Maths class. Science was hectic too, there were some odd diagrams.”

“You did enjoy Geography, right? It’s your favourite subject, Megha!”

“Ah yes I did, that one was the best. We were learning about climates.”

There was a little pause. A refreshing autumn breeze blew. Pea looked at the grass. The touch of the wind was so caring, so lovable – it caressed the bent heads of the grass, as if asking to get up.

Megha took a deep breath, and said, “There was something else the girls were interested about.”

“What is it?” Pea asked casually.

“Well, they were asking me about my best friend.”

At the last two words, Pea tensed a little and looked nervously towards Megha. She was smiling.

“What did you answer?”

“I lied,” Megha smiled a little, “saying I don’t have one.”

Pea stared at her. “What?”

“What else do you want me to say? Say aloud that I have a peacock who can talk and who is my best friend? Certainly not that, Pea, I don’t want to be called a weirdo.”

“Um, okay?”

Megha stopped walking and faced Pea.

“Did you get the point of it, Pea?”

“I guess not.”

“Pea, you are my best friend!”

Pea stared at her, surprised. “Really?”

He stared at her smiling face, and finally believed. “Oh, Megha, thank you so much, you don’t know how much happy I am right now.”

“Pea, I met you when I was five. Now, I’m eleven. For six years, we’ve been friends. We always understand each other. Who can be my best friend except you?”

Pea smiled, then his happiness faded. “But, I’m a bird – a bird can’t…”

“Where did you get that rule from? I’m the one who reads books, and no such thing is mentioned anywhere!”

Pea remained silent.

“Listen Pea, the reason I didn’t tell this fact to the girls in school because they are just… people. People who will not understand the bond we have. But there’s no reason to be afraid. You and I are inseparable, best friends forever, and it is going to stay like that forever.”

Pea looked up to Megha and smiled. “I promise you Megha, I’ve always got your back.”

Suddenly, they heard claps, and the voice of a man could be heard.

“Wow, so incredible and emotional,” the claps continued, “Megha, you really have a thing with words.”

Megha looked towards the person who was speaking, and immediately, a smile flashed on her face.

“Uncle!”

Pea looked at the man whom Megha had just called her ‘uncle.’ He had heard a lot about that person from Megha, but it was the first time he actually saw him (whenever her uncle came, Megha had to stay at home. She told her that her mother made delicious foods for the guest, and she had to help.). Megha’s uncle was quite tall. He was dark toned, and his eyes were small (they reminded Pea of Cray’s eyes). There was a thick black moustache under his big nose.

“Your mother is looking for you, let’s go home, Megha.”

Upon returning home, Megha had to say goodbye to Pea.

“I’m sorry, Pea, but you see, we have a guest at home, so… Maa wouldn’t allow.”

“Totally understandable,” Pea said quietly, “See you tomorrow.”

Pea walked away from Megha’s house. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Slowly, memories began to arrive in his mind.

The day he met Megha – it was so wonderful. He, indeed was lucky to see her. It began from a small promise of “I won’t hurt you”, and grew into a promise of being “inseparable.” He never thought he would find this beautiful treasure. No one could ever expect that from a human, after being in the clutches of a hunter.

Through his closed eyes, he could clearly see the visions of those past days.

“This is a beautiful peacock we have, right Dipayan?”

“Beautiful? I don’t understand that word. But it is costly, for sure.”

“We could sell him to the market.”

“Normal market sales are not something I, Hunter Dipayan does. I have a greater plan for him.”

Pea’s eyes were filled with terror, as he saw all the other birds in the cages around him. He shared his cage with a parrot.

“But today has been a long day, we should take rest.”

“That’s correct, Dipayan, let’s go.”

The two bold men went out of the room, locking it well as they left.

“Argh, why am I here?” Pea screamed, pushing the cage from the inside, trying to break it. “I want to go home, my parents are waiting for me!”

“Quite a child.”

“So young.”

“Hunter is surely cruel, he could have left that little peacock alone!”

All around there were murmurs about him. Frustrated, Pea sat in the corner of his cage, tears falling down from his face. The parrot in her cage was watching him quietly.

“Little peacock, where are you from?”

“The forest, please help me go back!”

There were soft whispers about him.

“Please, help,” Pea said, his voice overflowing with emotions, “Help me break this cage – I can figure out the rest of it.”

The parrot scowled, “How will you?”

“Look, up there, a little window is open. I can fly away.”

“You are a peacock, you cannot fly that high. You’ll fall down.”

“Even that will be better, just let me out!”

A crane put his beak out through his cage. “Don’t know if it will work. I’ve never lock picked before.” He reached out Pea’s cage. After a few unsuccessful works, the lock opened.

Pea opened the cage quickly and went out. “Come, Parrot, we’ll run away together.”

“Child, you are young, you should go,” the parrot insisted, “I’ll stay with all these birds.”

“But, why won’t you come with me? You can be free this way.”

“I understand, peacock, but I cannot leave these birds alone. See? They are lonely. They need support. You spread your wings, and fly. Fly free.”

That was how Pea had escaped from Hunter Dipayan’s house. He somehow flew out of the house, and then ran away. It was winter, so cold. But he had made it to a village. The village where he met Megha.

His life used to wonderful before Hunter Dipayan captured him. And now, it was beyond the words he knew. He was loved here. He had someone who wouldn’t be afraid to stand by his side. He had Megha, his best friend.

“Well, well, look who is so emotional right now.”

Pea broke out from his thoughts and looked up to see who had spoken.

“Cray?”

“Ah yes, it’s me, Cray the Mischief-maker,” the chatterer, a crow, back flipped in the mid-air and said, “So, what’s up, dumb peachick?”

“I don’t know why you call me that,” Pea said, “I’m sure I’m not dumb.”

“Just your illusive thoughts. Oh, will you ever improve? Will you ever learn to fly, fatty peachick? Look at me! I’m not only capable of flying, but I can also do backflips.”

“Well, you learnt them from the pigeons,” Pea said in a boring voice.

“Yeah, and so what? At least, I can do it, unlike you!”

“Thank you for reminding me that, Cray,” Pea smiled, “But there is someone, who will love me forever the way I am. She never said that she had a problem with me not able to fly.”

“You mean that human girl? Ha, she…”

“Megha told me that I’m her best friend, Cray.”

“How can you even trust her, peachick?” Cray said, turning away.

“What do you want to say?”

“Just wait and see. A new friend for her is arriving today. The bird has a beautiful voice, she is nice to everyone, and of course, she is gorgeous! And she can fly too! The perfect best friend for Megha!”

“She has already chose me, she can’t abandon me,” Pea said, trying to sound firm, “I’m her best friend.

“Don’t forget, Pea,” Cray said in a dark voice, “Megha is a human. And humans can do anything.”

Cray flew away, leaving Pea frozen in shock.

Meanwhile, Megha was having a hard time in her house.

“Go give this to your uncle; he has done a long journey from the city.”

“Don’t take it that way! Here, hold it like this.”

“Have you asked him to sit? And yes, talk to him nicely.”

“Ma,” Megha said, holding a tray of sweets and a cup of tea, “It’s too much…”

“Too much of what?” Megha’s mother asked, scowling.

“He’s just my uncle, you are acting like he is this great human we’ll never see again and we should…”

“Don’t be rude, Megha,” Megha’s mother said sternly, “You should learn to welcome guests properly.”

Megha sighed and left for her room. His uncle was sitting there. He said that he had something to show Megha, and it could only be opened in her room. There were no fans in her room, so her mother was asking him to sit in another room, but her uncle said it was fine.

Megha’s room was quite small. There was a table at one side, on which stacks of books were placed. On the cream coloured wall, there was a mirror and a calendar. A painting of Megha and Pea was pasted at one side of the wall. Underneath the painting, a single bed was standing. Near Megha’s table, there was a chair on which her uncle was sitting.

When Megha entered the room, she noticed that something was put on the table. It was covered with a big piece of cloth. Megha’s uncle saw Megha staring at the object and smiled.

“Ah Megha, why all these? You did not have to prepare sweets for me!”

Megha looked away from the object. She put down the tray and the cup on the table “Aren’t you getting problems in my room? It’s kind of messy, and there are no fans, so it’s really hot here.”

“Don’t worry about that,” his uncle said, “I’m used to heat. In the city, it’s even hotter due to pollution. And speaking of a room being messy – it’s fine actually. You should see my son’s room. Your description for the word ‘messy’ will be totally changed.”

Megha looked at her disorganised stack of books on the table, and the spider webs in the corners.

“How is your son doing? It’s been a long time since I last saw him.”

“Hemanta? He’s good. He is in class six now, so he is really busy. Those English-medium schools, they arrange a lot of activities. Projects, home works, class tests, exhibitions – and also the main examinations. Plus he has private tuitions. It’s really stressful for him; he doesn’t get any free time at all. It’s okay though, he’s always scoring the best marks.”

“That’s nice,” Megha replied.

“He is really talented, all the teachers are always praising him.”

Megha remained silent.

“Let me show your gift – the thing I’ve brought for you.”

“What is it, uncle?”

“Just wait and see.”

Megha’s uncle stood up, and removed the cloth from the object. Megha gaped at it.

“A bird?”

A cage was placed on the table. There was a little bird in it. It had feathers of blue and white, and its beaks were grey. It stared at Megha.

“I know you like birds,” Megha’s uncle said, “So I thought a bird would be the best gift for you. One of my friends found her in the dense forests. What do you think?”

“She’s so cute,” Megha smiled, “Thank you, uncle.”

Megha’s uncle left the room, saying a few words that were enough to shock Megha.

“Everything comes with a price, Megha, so does your new friend. As the time comes, you’ll see what I mean.”

 

 

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#11 Best Friend – Prologue + Chapter 1

Best Friend

Prologue:

“Wait, Megha, don’t run so fast!”

“We need to hurry, Pea, I’m going to be late in school,” she panted, as she ran quickly, ignoring the other one.

“But a peacock can’t run so fast, Megha!”

Both of them stopped running. Megha looked up towards the bright blue sky. Pea, the peacock walked beside her. They exchanged a glance and smiled.

“Autumn is already here, isn’t it?”

Pea nodded, smiling.

“Soon, winter will come too. Do you remember it, Pea? That winter night when I met you – it has been nearly five long years, and I didn’t even realize it!”

“Good for you,” Pea, the peacock replied, “I thought that it has been forever.”

Megha smiled.

“See you after school,” she said, adjusting the bag on her shoulders.

Pea nodded and watched as the girl ran through the narrow dirt path. When she could not be seen anymore, Pea closed his eyes. He breathed deeply; the air filled his lungs and mind with the sweet scent of paddy fields in both sides.

He tried to remember the first day he had seen her. Five years ago, he was a small peahen. It is surprising, how the time flies so fast, and how we don’t even realise it as we sail through it.

The sun had risen quite some hours ago, and it would set. There would be the night, and after that, there would be the dawn, the beginning of a new day. Their small lives would surely continue in their unique ways.

Not everything happens the way we want to. Things happen. So did in the lives of Pea and Megha.

This story tells the tale of a friendship, despite the hardships and struggles in both’s lives. Beautiful friendships like this would never fade, right?

Or would they?

A small author’s note:

Hello ~ I’m Trisha Seal ^^

I’m glad to see that you are reading this, thank you! It means a lot to me ❤

I wrote this story way back in 2015. In fact, this was the first ever English story I ever wrote (I used to write in Bengali in my childhood, don’t ever read them ~ The seven-years-old me didn’t know how to write properly 😛 I don’t even know where I kept that diary anyway XD). As a first story, of course, it had its flaws. But nothing in the world is perfect, from the smallest things to the biggest ones – everyone, everything has some flaws – flaws which make them beautiful.

Now, I’m rewriting my stories to make them a little interesting and fix the grammatical errors. The plot is unchanged so this might seem a bit childish 😛

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy the story!

Trisha. 

Chapter 1:

The Best Friend for All this Time

 

It was a December night in the villages up in the mountains to the north of India. The presence of the cold winter could be felt, as the north wind blew, shaking every little twigs and tree, touching the bent heads of the crop fields.

The villagers had ended their supper quite some time ago. All the doors were closed. All the lights being extinguished, the village was wrapped up in a deep slumber of darkness. The only awaked ones were the stars in the dark sky above, the restless winter wind and a girl of just another village farmer, Megha.

The clock struck twelve as Megha tiptoed out of the room, and then out of the house. The silent, asleep family didn’t realize when their only child had gone out of the house.

“I had seen him here,” Megha whispered once she was out of the house. She looked up at the stars. Instantly, her face bent into a smile. She located a constellation, counting the stars one by one.

“Kalpurush. Orion,” she remembered. “But, where is that little peacock?”

She looked around in the field. He was seen near the grasslands in the morning. Then suddenly, she heard a cry from a distance.

Looking all around her, Megha finally discovered a blue coloured bird under a vast banyan tree. She went towards it, taking little steps at a time. When she was close to the bird, he looked upwards at Megha, his tired eyes settled on her face. Megha sat down on the cold grass.

“You are here, little peacock,” Megha whispered, “Come.”

The peacock hurriedly went a bit away from Megha, not breaking the eye contact.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise,” Megha whispered as she carefully caught the bird in her hands and then put on her lap. The bird hesitated; but after a while he understood that the small village girl could not hurt her. So he comfortably huddled on her lap. With a smile on her face, Megha patted the peacock. She looked up at the sky. She noticed the crescent moon, the stars. All of it was beautiful.

“I’ll call you Pea.” Megha said.

The peacock nodded. That was a bit weird, how did the peacock understand what she meant? But that was not a question to answer outside in a cold winter midnight.

“Let me take you home.”

The peacock stared at Megha.

“Don’t worry, everyone is nice. Maa will love you; she will give you your favourite foods every day.”

The peacock went down from Megha’s lap. He stood in front of Megha, his face filled with happiness.

Megha stood up. “Come, Pea,” she started to walk towards her house. The peacock followed her.

In the middle of a dreamy winter night, a new friendship was born.

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Megha’s morning began with a cry. Of a peacock.

“Wake up, wake up, Megha!”

It was a voice unlike any of Megha’s family members. She was surprised; who in the world had enough time to wake her up in the morning? She rubbed her eyes and opened them.

“Pea?”

The peacock was standing beside her bed. “Yes, Megha?”

Was it a dream? Megha rubbed her eyes and hit herself in the hand. It hurt. So it was real. Megha somehow said out the words.

“You… can… talk?”

Pea laughed. “Of course I can.”

Megha was still shocked. “How?”

“I just can do it. How can you understand me? No one ever can do that!”

Megha smiled. In her seven years life, she had never seen a talking bird before. It was nice to meet Pea. She could at least talk to someone.

Megha’s parents both worked in the field. Her friends weren’t quite the right ones whom she would tell what she felt. So for all these years, Megha had been quite lonely. She had a lot of friends – but none of them were close enough. She had met numerous of people, but no one seemed to understand her fully. She needed someone who would understand, who would not turn her away.

Maybe Pea could be the one?

Could Pea be the best friend she wanted secretly?

But suddenly, all of her imaginations shattered as her mother rushed inside the room, panicking.

“Megha, what are you doing?”

“What is it, Maa?”

“That bird is a peacock,” she said quickly, “You cannot keep her in the house!”

“What’s wrong with a peacock?”

“Peacocks cannot be pets, Megha. I noticed that you put him inside your room last night. Well, it was really cold, so I didn’t say anything. But put him away now, or we would be in trouble.”

Megha sighed.

“Goodbye, Megha,” Pea said sadly.

Megha glanced at her mother once. Her facial expression didn’t change much. Megha realized that she couldn’t understand Pea’s words.

Megha opened the small window of her house. Pea jumped outside.

Megha had thought that it was last time she would ever see Pea. But her thought was proved wrong, when, the very next day, Pea appeared in the village.

“Pea!”

Happily, Pea rushed to Megha. “I’ve decided, Megha. I’ll stay in this village.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t want to leave Megha,” Pea said, “she has been so caring.”

Megha smiled. Pea questioned, “Where are you going?”

“School.”

“Can we talk afterwards?” Pea asked.

“Sure, Pea, I’ll meet you here!”

It was a great feeling. Megha and Pea could understand each other, they could talk. Finally, there was someone to talk to.

That was how it began five years ago.

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Megha was sitting in the classroom. It was lunchtime; some girls were playing outside. Most of them were inside, eating and enjoying the recess. More than five girls were sitting around Megha. One of the girls was talking about hair. Megha’s shoulder length dark brown hair was divided and bound in two ponytails.

“I like Megha’s hair, it’s straight, unlike mine,” she said pointing to her big curls.

“Well, Sumita, your curls are beautiful,” Megha replied.

“I like Megha’s eyes more than her hair,” another girl said. “Her brown eyes are…”

Sumita cut her off. “Let’s just agree that Megha is very beautiful.”

“Wholeheartedly agreed,” the other girl replied.

Megha blushed. All these girls were too much obsessed with her.

Sumita adjusted her round glasses and smiled, “But Megha, we have a question.”

“What is it, Sumita?”

Sumita looked at the other girls and then looked at Megha again. “We have this question for a long time. Megha, tell us, who is your best friend?”

Megha looked at all the girls and thought. Pea had been the one, though he didn’t know it yet, she never told him. But these girls wouldn’t understand why it was Pea. To them, he was just an ordinary peacock, as no one but Megha could understand Pea’s words.

Making up her mind, Megha said, “I don’t have a best friend.”

“Oh.” Sumita said in a disappointed voice.

Megha looked outside the window. The sky was light blue, clouds floating over it. It was Autumn. Almost five years to the day Megha met Pea. She smiled. It was the perfect day, the day she would tell Pea that he, only he was the best friend she ever had.

The rest of the classes were over quickly. Megha picked up her bag and left the school.

“I’ll tell you, Pea.”


Thank you all for reading.

This story has multiple chapters. Each week, I’ll post one chapter. If you don’t want to miss any of them, follow my blog to be notified when they come out!

Liked my story? Give it a like, and share to spread the word!

Thank you. 

Trisha.

#10 Announcement

Today, I’m going to announce some things 😛

1. Portfolio

I have been working on a portfolio for quite some time. Finally, I have finished it (for now), and the link can be shared with everyone!

Artworks of Trisha Seal

Have a great time taking a look at it. //Please do not steal any artworks//

2. Writing

I have been working on a book named ‘Darkened Sky’ all this time and wasn’t able to take a look at my old writings. But now, I’ve decided it. I’m going to rewrite my old books 🙂

That’s not the end of it. After rewriting I’ll publish the books in WordPress. (I don’t really have another platform. My Storybird life is past, I don’t want to go back there. And I’m not really comfortable with using Wattpad).

I’ll probably publish a chapter each week.

Follow my blog to get a notification each time I publish a chapter. Thank you for reading this post ^^ 

Featured image is from WordPress, I guess.

#9 Fireworks – An Art

Nothing much to say right now. My exams are going on, so I’m a bit busy >.<

This is an art I made a while ago, for an animation in Scratch. The animation can be found here.

The animation is a part of a MAP in Scratch. MAPs are Multiple Animators’ Project, where an audio is split into several parts and each animator is given a part to animate. Here, the song that was used is FRIENDS, by Jasmine Thompson.

 

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#8 Ten Things to do when You are Bored

Do you often find yourself bored of doing the same things over and over again?

Do you want to learn about some new things to do?

I get it, it’s just what I feel a lot. So I switch my tasks every two hours. Doing the same thing for a long time really frustrates me. I try out new objects, write out new ideas, perform, discover new things to get over that frustration and boredom.

In case you run out of ideas about what to do, here is a list of ten things to try when you are bored.

1. Write

I guess I pretty much made it clear that writing is one the best ways to escape boredom (my last topic was about writing too: #7 Writing, and Some Fun ^^), well, at least to me. You might feel the same too. If you feel alone, frustrated, bored – or whatever negative feelings, just write it out. Write whatever that comes out of your pens (or anything you are using to write). Don’t judge yourself with its vocabulary, style or anything. Remember, you are expressing what you feel there. And it can be messy, it’s nothing embarrassing.

“Just write it out!”

Sometimes, you might get bored of writing as well. 😛 Don’t worry, I have nine more options left for you.

2. Listen to Songs and Sing

Here, where we live, singing is a very common hobby. And a very helpful way to overcome boredom. Browse through YouTube, find songs you love and listen, enjoy. Learn new songs, try to understand the lyrics behind them.

Then, sing.

You don’t have to be the greatest singer ever to sing. You don’t have to be accurate or even sound good. You are singing because you like it – keep that in mind.

(Also, stop caring much about criticisms; but if you want to be a good singer, you have to listen to the constructive ones. I’m not going to write about that because this is supposed to be a ‘get-out-of-boredom’ post, not a ‘be-a-professional-singer’ post. :P)

If you are a musician-in-the-making and prefer instruments than singing, then try new songs on your instrument.

Trust me, you’ll love this way. 🙂

“Listen to the music, and then feel it in your heart.”

3. Art

Do you remember your childhood doodles? There were times when you were bored with your classes, and you decided to let it out in your books. Even some older people have that habit.

It’s good.

If you are bored, you might find interest in drawing. Make arts of whatever you like. If you run out of ideas, try some random art prompt generators.

Here is another cool way to do art: If you are bored with studies, try to do artworks of them. I’m sure you’ll find your studies interesting later on! 🙂

 “Distribute colours in your life, make artworks!”

4. Learn Coding

This might be a part of studies, but honestly, coding is fun! There are multiple websites and apps where you can learn to code for free! Try to learn HTML and CSS, they are really easy! A detailed list of programming languages to learn is here.

5. Animation

Don’t you love those Disney movies? And the Tom and Jerry episodes from your childhood?

Thanks to the technology, even you can create them!

Once you get the hang of animating, you’ll love to make them. There are two methods –

  1. Traditional
  2. Digital

You can make traditional animations by drawing art in paper, then tracing and editing the art a little by little.

Digital animations are made by various 2D and 3D softwares.

Here is a post on animations and here is another for animation softwares.

You can check out Bloop Animation if you are curious, they have many interesting things 🙂

Little Note: Scratch is a website where you can code and animate for free ^^

6. Read Books and Newspapers

Pretty straightforward as the title. And I’m not going to explain further, the advantages of these are known to everyone XD

7. Do Household Chores

It doesn’t matter how old you are. Almost everyone can help with daily chores. It’ll keep you fit and make your elders happy. 🙂

8. ‘Thank You’ Letters

I’m sure you appreciate the people around you – your family, friends, teachers.

If you are bored, take a paper and write a letter to them, expressing how happy you are to have them in your life. Design to make them look beautiful. 😀

When you’ll give them, you’ll see how happy they will become. ^^

“Who doesn’t love being appreciated? Show your appreciation using ‘Thank You’ letters!” 

9. Make a Video

You can make an interesting video that will benefit everyone. Do you know any tough topics very well? Think you can explain them? Make a video of you doing so. Edit, if needed, then share. Everyone will be benefitted, even you because you enjoyed making it a lot. 🙂

10. Games, Social Media, Chatting

If you can’t find pleasure in those creative options, these are the options left.

Games are fun and they can sharpen your brains. You can play games for some time to get over boredom.

I wouldn’t suggest social networking to anyone (they can be really harmful if you are not mature enough), but if you can handle all the risks, well, go then. There can be educational and inspirational posts as well.

You can call or chat with your friends. Beware, they might be busy, and it’s best not to disturb them at that time.


Hope you enjoyed this article. So whenever you are bored, come, take a look at these things to do and enjoy! ~

Know any better methods? Let me know by commenting, and I’ll add with credits! ^^

Thank you for reading! ❤

#7 Writing, and Some Fun ^^

Writing.

Not the school essays, paragraphs or anything like that – I mean the creative ones. The ones you write yourself  – they may be stories, poems, even songs, or whatever.

If I was ever asked, “What do you like about being a writer?”, I’d remain silent for around five minutes. My thoughts would be like, how do I start explaining it?

To me,

Being able to imagine and write is a blessing.

And I’d do my best to not lose that.

I had started writing in Bengali when I was seven. The writings from that time are now some childish, cringeworthy (cringey is not a word) words placed one after another. But I still love them – those writings are the proofs of how innocent and simple a child can be.

In June, 2015, I discovered Storybird, a very friendly and fun writing website. That’s when I took writing seriously. I started writing in English, and it was more enjoyable to me than writing in Bengali (Why? I don’t know).

I realized one thing today. On June 15th, it’ll be 3 years since I started writing my book Best Friend. It is my first ever English book – that means I started writing in English on June 15th.

That’s so special to me ❤

June 15th will be a busy day for me, plus I don’t know how to celebrate that. Some might say, “Celebrate as a writing day!” — but, to me, every day is a writing day.

I guess I’ll make something like an art – or whatever – respecting my little creations and friends.

Anyway, today I decided to post two little funny parts from Darkened Sky, a novel I’m writing these days. These parts are about Florenza, a princess and a mouse named Willow.

[1]

“Well, Florenza, I do have a name.”

“Oh, really? I never knew that.”

“How would you ever know,” the mouse said, “you never befriended a mouse before.”

“True,” Florenza replied.

“I’m Willow, but you can call me Will,” the mouse said.

“Such an adorable name! I’m…”

“No need to tell me, I already know that,” Will smiled.(…)

[2]

Florenza rubbed her eyes and get out of the bed. She opened the door and took the plate.

“Don’t forget this,” the person outside said, and handed Florenza a note.

Florenza shut the door and went to the bed again.

“Hello?”

“Ugh… what again?”

“It’s me.”

“Well, whoever you are, just let me sleep.”

“Oversleeping is bad, Florenza.”

“WELL, I DON’T CARE, JUST LET ME SLEEP.”

“I never knew humans could be so lazy. Phew, what a relief, too good that I’m not a human.”

Florenza opened her hazel eyes.

“Oh, so it’s you, Will.”

Note:

These parts are from my first draft, so these may lack good quality, but trust me, the third draft will be much better. I guess I’ll post these two scenes again once I start writing the third draft, so that you can compare between the versions.

Well, that’s all for now, see you in the next post! ❤ Bye!