What’s your favorite word ??

(First published 10 months ago)

My post about favorite songs (Share your Melody) got really interesting replies, and I’m urging more people to share their views. But today I have a new question, one that I love asking people. I don’t know if any of you have ever given this a thought, but-

All of us have this one (or a few) favorite word(s). A word that tells our story. A word that perhaps no one else will know the significance of. Whenever this word is uttered, you stop for a second and THINK. Or maybe you just like the way it sounds on your lips, or the meaning of the word, or the fact that it is rarely used. Whatever the reason is, each of us have a story behind this word.

So think about it share your favorite word…I mean, really, leaving a comment is not going to hurt you…:-P

                                                                                                                                                                 Love,

thelonelybooklover

P.S.- I have two favorite words- memory and paramour…:-)

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50 Day Challenge Of Random Things- Day #3

So I’m posting two of the challenge posts on the same day, but to be honest, yesterday I had typed the post 50 Day Challenge Of Random Things- Day #2 and then somehow I forgot to post it. But yeah, I DID write it yesterday. Moving on..

Today’s challenge:

Write with your elbow.

This is funny and super cool and here we go… XD

wehaqt molre iosa tym,erws tyhahn qwnother day..

😛 In elbow language, it means What More Is Tomorrow Than Another Day??

XD Uh huh, soooo creative….

50 Day Challenge Of Random Things- Day #2

Today’s topic:

Write whatever it is in your head right now.

So here we go….

Okay, call me a romantic, call me a fool. Call me hard-headed, call me cheesy. But it doesn’t change the fact that as always, he’s the one thing on my mind. His jet-black hair, his strong big hands, his voice- I can picture them as perfectly as I can picture the back of my hand. We couldn’t possibly be more different, me and him. We couldn’t possibly be more impossible. Around him, I’m even more disorganized than I already am. His non-existent perfections lure me.

He confuses me, but somehow I’m at peace with him. Because with him, I never pretend to be something I am not. Don’t get me wrong, its not like he likes girls like me. In fact, I am so out of his league that its not even funny. But somehow, even though I’ve wanted to, I never have managed to be different around him. I’m just me.

Its not easy to like, or be infatuated to (or whatever philosophical word I should use for this feeling) a person who nobody likes. They all say he is worthless, he’s stupid, he’s completely NOT my type. But I just CAN’T explain why I feel whatever I feel for him. Yes, he’s not exactly highly intellectual, he’s a show-off, he has countless flaws. But at the end of the day, he makes me happy. Like truly, genuinely happy. With his completely pointless and stupid jokes he brightens up my day. He sometimes chooses to talk to me even when I’m in the midst of a crowd, and although I know he does that because he’s just that kind of a guy…..it makes smile.

So in a year probably I’ll forget all about him. Maybe years later I’ll see my old history book where he wrote the names of his favorite songs, and think, oh, yes, him. But I’m pretty sure the memory of him will make me smile even then. That’s so much better than a person who makes you cry, isn’t it?

Uuuhhh, sorry if that does not make sense. Random thoughts are hard to pin down. XD