Memoar
- Reads 122
- Votes 0
- Parts 4
MatureComplete Sat, Apr 5, 202532m
Pada akhirnya Raina menemukan sosok yang selama ini ia cari. Meskipun banyak kaum pria yang mendekatinya, namun ia tetap bersikeras untuk menolak ajakan mereka untuk berkencan dengannya. Hingga Akhirnya kala, seorang content creator, pendaki, freelancer mampu meluluhkan hati Raina.
Ujar Raina, Dirinya adalah hujan, sedangkan kala adalah bumi yang mampu kembali menyerap tangisannya. Dan menjadi tempat mendarat yang tepat untuk semua keluh kesahnya.
Namun demikian, tidak semua hal yang menurut kita tepat akan selamanya menjadi milik kita. Terkadang memang di ciptakan untuk kejadian yang memilukan, pembelajaran yang mendewasakan, dan penerimaan yang menyakitkan.
Surat-surat dari Raina menjadi inspirasi kala - untuk kalimat demi kaliamat ini berpinang.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Letters From Iroh
"As our ship sailed on past the horizon, where the ocean meets the sky, I drifted off to sleep, and for the first time, I didn't dream, because reality was better than I could have ever imagined." • • • The perfect storm brings Bao, an kind-hearted, talented, yet unconfident waterbender from Republic City and Iroh II, a powerful, compassionate General (not to mention Crown Prince of the Fire Nation) together- quite literally. She saved his ship, and he saved her. Yet, in spite of all they went through together, Bao runs away from him. Terrified of public attention and being made fun of in the media, she seeks shelter in her family's home. Not one to be easily deterred, Iroh writes to her, and with the help of friends and family she returns to him, and to her destiny. It's a grander, more liberating one than she could ever have hoped for. One she faces her fears, she realises how much she matters, that she really was worth loving all along, and is finally able to face the world with open arms and open eyes. ||General Iroh II x Original Character|| A few choice pieces of knowledge about this book: 1. It's very close to my heart. It was my first fanfiction EVER, and I used it as a platform to write about a great deal of insecurities in my "real" life. So, most of the stuff you read about Bao is actually about me (unsurprisingly). 2. I wrote part of it about five years ago and finished it more recently, so there is a (relatively) dramatic shift in style about halfway in. I think the first parts are ehhh but it gets really fine tuned by the end. I didn't go back and edit the earlier parts, but if you stick around the whole time, it only gets better as you go! ||Once more, thank you, to everyone who liked this, and told me so! It means the world to me!|| One last sappy thing: I love you guys! Having said that, I'm out. ♡||Complete
Dil Se Rooh Tak
Arrey suno, suno! Let me introduce myself properly-naam hai Rooh Manra. Free-spirited artist by profession, total nautanki by nature, and a dancer at heart. I live in the heart of London with my maha strict but secretly softie older brother, Dil Manra. Life's been good, masti and all, except for one chhoti si dikkat-six years ago, I lost my memories. Poof! Gone. Mera pura past, wiped out like a blackboard before a new lesson. Now, I should have been all dard bhari kahani about it, but life moves on, na? So, I made peace with it. Or so I thought. Because then, India happened. The minute I set foot here something ajeeb started happening. Places looked jaane pehchaane, strangers felt like long-lost rishtedaar, and I started getting woh filmy déjà vu waali feeling-like my past was hiding in plain sight, just waiting to say, "Surprise, Rooh!" I mean, imagine eating at a random street stall and suddenly feeling like you've been there before? Or looking at a complete ajnabi and feeling your heart say, "Arey, tu mujhe jaanta hai na?" Bas, aise hi chal raha hai mera scene. And as if that drama wasn't enough, my bhai jaan-aka Dil the CEO Manra-thinks main mast life enjoy kar rahi hoon in London, but the truth? Main ek secret mission pe hoon in India. And agar Dil ko pata chal gaya, toh bas, Ramayan Mahabharat dono ek saath shuru ho jayenge! But wait, Dil bhi ek bada raaz chhupa raha hai mujhse. Matlab, double suspense, double dhamaka! So, the million-dollar question is: Will I finally unlock the past that's been taunting me? Or will I get tangled in this web of lost memories and hidden secrets? And most importantly-when all this comes crashing down, will my bhai-behen ki jodi survive, or will our bond break forever? Bas, ab toh dhol baj chuka hai. Dekhna hai yeh kahani mujhe kahaan le jaati hai! Ready for the ride? Toh chalo, shuru karein!
Word Of Action!✔️
-I am not good at giving descriptions but please give my story a chance- "He was the calm and she was the storm." They always say, loving someone would turn your life upside down in a good way but I believed that it's the opposite of good, and guess what? I was right. Love was always out of my mind. I drink, eat, and breathe my work I'm the definition of work alcoholic it's the truth. Then one day when I entered this case I knew that it will let me get where I want but for the first time in my life I was wrong. I failed! Not in my work, I failed in my life and I think I deserve it. My dad always tried gaining control over me and I hated it. One day I became sick of my dad's controllers over me so I decided that no one other than me would be in control of my life. Since that day I took the remote control of my life, emotions, tears, future, work, and anything that would pop out in my mind. If you wonder what happens if I wasn't in control the answer is I don't know or let me say I didn't know! Till one day I lost the remote control and it ended up pretty bad! I don't fear love, I fear the idea of someone else having control over my heart & feelings because you never know if the person will cherish you and never break you, or maybe it's only me. I don't trust people it's a survival instinct. And me being a controlling freak over everything doesn't make it any better for me! Love is like a drug, when you have it you feel at the highest place in your life but when you lose it you'll feel miserable, that's what I learned from my story of love. If I lost Serkan I know that I'll break apart and never be the same because I love him so deeply, he's engraved in my heart. And like that when I married Serkan it was like signing a deal with the devil himself. The name of the story has a deep meaning you come to know in the story. ** The story is under editing **Complete![Remember Me? [One-Shot]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/231639319-256-k726650.jpg)
Remember Me? [One-Shot]
Remember me? Few years ago... A night to remember. On a shallow road, with a seemingly never-ending rain pouring down heavily, and streetlights barely illuminating the place, silence seemed so right. It was an almost empty road but with two people. Few light rays hit them, making their silhouettes visible from afar. Drenched under the rain, the girl was standing like a statue. And in front of her was the boy, her long-term boyfriend. Her soul mate. The one she had been waiting for. But what is this? He smirked, finally breaking their silence. He told her 'it's over' so quickly, like they just played a game and she lost. He called it quits between her, and walked away without regret. His face, his gestures and his words were like spears stabbed into her soul. He didn't care. And being left alone, her shoulders shook and she covered her face with her hands as tears finally escaped from her eyes. Her knees felt numb and suddenly, she knelt down, still crying. Can you still remember me? I ask you this question. I was that girl few years ago. A fool, naïve girl who still believed that you're the one of the million. That I'm destined to only one man, a prince charming, and I believed it was you. But all of those were few years ago. My thoughts were changed. I began looking forward to an early death. The dream that I've always wanted to, a happy death, became impossible. How happy can I die, if forever, I will always carry and will not forget the memories and the pain you left me? But now my time has come. Time flew too fast. Few minutes more and I will leave Earth. Few short minutes more. I looked at the Seconds hand of the clock nearby. The clock is ticking. The time is running. I still have time to forgive you. Few more time to decide. But thinking about our past... will I still have the heart to forgive you to be able to achieve a happy death?Complete
By The People, For The People...
Year : 2045 Place : India. An Army Major who's extremely loyal to Indian Army is assigned with a mission for which he was never trained. Is it really a mission? Is it ethical? May be not. But it takes time to know what is wrong and what is right. Will he understand and take stand for what is right? A girl who wants to be a fearless journalist like her father gets caught between ugly battle for power. Is she really fearless? It's time for her to know her power and weaknesses. A politician with a vision to bring country it's glorious days back. Will she succeed in her plans? Even if she does, will she loose everything that is dear to her in process? Two love birds enjoying their college life without any worry suddenly gets divided by a power struggle. Will they survive it? Or will they get separated forever due to the distance between them? Kashmir captured by Insurgents and their terrorist friends awaits for freedom that some of the people living there wanted. Freedom from India. Is it that easy? Of course not. But what if India as a democratic nation is weaker than the insurgent group itself? Will the extreme politics and corruption lead us towards another way of governance? In a world where democracy crashes...giving rise to a whole new seat of Military rule, what are the odds for a nation like India to survive? *A hypothetical take on the fall of democracy in the future* *Just a figment of imagination. Does not intend to demean or insult anyone or anything*Complete
Trivia: Love
*trigger warning: mentions of vomiting, self-harm, abuse, rape, traumatic memories, blood and a lot of other stuff I added because all my friends enjoy making my OC's tragic backstory insanely freaky* Making friends isn't easy, especially when you're on the run from the baddest demon around. Your father. Add some Private Investigators, Depression and Sickness and your life is practically a horror story. Will that change? 'You don't have to do this, Mina,' Find out what happens in "Trivia: Love". Click on my profile for more horrible content.Complete
"As our ship sailed on past the horizon, where the ocean meets the sky, I drifted off to sleep, and for the first time, I didn't dream, because reality was better than I could have ever imagined." • • • The perfect storm brings Bao, an kind-hearted, talented, yet unconfident waterbender from Republic City and Iroh II, a powerful, compassionate General (not to mention Crown Prince of the Fire Nation) together- quite literally. She saved his ship, and he saved her. Yet, in spite of all they went through together, Bao runs away from him. Terrified of public attention and being made fun of in the media, she seeks shelter in her family's home. Not one to be easily deterred, Iroh writes to her, and with the help of friends and family she returns to him, and to her destiny. It's a grander, more liberating one than she could ever have hoped for. One she faces her fears, she realises how much she matters, that she really was worth loving all along, and is finally able to face the world with open arms and open eyes. ||General Iroh II x Original Character|| A few choice pieces of knowledge about this book: 1. It's very close to my heart. It was my first fanfiction EVER, and I used it as a platform to write about a great deal of insecurities in my "real" life. So, most of the stuff you read about Bao is actually about me (unsurprisingly). 2. I wrote part of it about five years ago and finished it more recently, so there is a (relatively) dramatic shift in style about halfway in. I think the first parts are ehhh but it gets really fine tuned by the end. I didn't go back and edit the earlier parts, but if you stick around the whole time, it only gets better as you go! ||Once more, thank you, to everyone who liked this, and told me so! It means the world to me!|| One last sappy thing: I love you guys! Having said that, I'm out. ♡||
More detailsContent Guidelines