letters to book characters

I am 6 books away from completing my goodreads challenge (on the 34th book out of 40 for 2016 *pats on my back*) and while it has left both me and goodreads baffled, I thought it would be a good idea to make a ~bookish~ blog post because it's been a while and I miss being a books-talking - books-rocking blogger.

sometimes I wish I could get into a book to get a bit personal with the characters. I might have wanted to punch the bad ones, hug the good ones, and kill the ones who tried making it a lousy story. But in the end, I just wanna meet the characters. The book-based movies HARDLY ever do justice to characters so I wouldn't even go there. if I could write them letters instead, I would. And this is exactly what I am gonna do today

to Tracy Whitney from if tomorrow comes (by Sidney Sheldon)
hello there,
your character gave me the first-ever hope in the book-ish world how tables can turn if you do not give up. The way you turned into a clever con artist, trust me it's more inspirational than most of the self-help books for excessive $$$ out there. You rose up from the dusty and rusty pages of my aunt's vintage copy of If Tomorrow Comes like a miracle and helped me change a lot of things in my life. I owe this to you. I will always owe this to you. By the way, I have that copy to myself now. It's as rusty and dusty as it was. But I hold it dear. Thanks for existing in that one and thanks for existing, in general. You're a masterpiece of Mr. Sheldon.

to Nancy Drew (by Carolyn Keene)
hello homegurrrrl,
you have no idea how much you inspired 13 years old me. Though it got me into so many troubles back then, because I would try solving non-existent mysteries and it would always lead me into tough times like confrontation to mother about unnecessary wandering but let's just forget it ever happened ha ha ha! You still inspire me. I recently bought another of your mystery and reading it made me so nostalgic.
 To Amy Dunne from Gone Girl (by Gillian Flynn)
hey amazing-Amy,
it would be a shame if I don't tell you how your character LITERALLY empowered psychologically trapped females to some extent. I could never ever expect anything like Gone Girl's plot twist. When I was a few chapters in, all my sympathies were with your husband. But it took a dramatic turn and here we are, me writing this letter to you and you enjoying being the leader of heartbroken kids gang. All hail Amy Dunne.

to Tehmina Durrani from my feudal lord (an autobiography)
with all due respect straight from my heart that your autobiography broke; hello,
I got to read about your story in that crucial phase of my life when I was constantly questioning and learning about the role of women in my society, the Pakistani society. Your story, as heartbreaking as it is, also taught me about the importance of never leaving the battlefield until you rise as a victor. You rose as a victor for me. I know you as a woman who despite all the wrongs and rights just never gave up. I know you and that's the best thing that could happen.
 to Augustus Waters from the fault in our stars (by John Green)
yo boiiii,
so sad that I had to bid you a farewell in the form of a funeral in the book. I wouldn't say it exactly broke my heart or something but perhaps it did, I am reluctant, you see. I have to thank you for introducing me to the world of metaphors. I don't know what I would do without them now. YA readers still think you're one of the most fabulous and timeless characters from this genre; I am one of those readers. I hope they're still supplying you unlit ciggies up there, metaphorically of course.

to Death from The Book Thief (by Markus Zusak)
hello to the most bizarre character an author could ever stuff in a book; death
the idea of narrating a story from your point of you was a tricky idea of Mr. Zusak. I mean, hello you are death, the frickin' death everyone is terrified of. But in the book, you were actually pretty nice. Almost as fed up with humans as they are by the idea of your existence. Some things in life are inevitable; you're one of them. You broke my heart when you carried my favorite souls from the soil of this earth. But now I get this, it was never you, it was never anyone, it was just a line written in the fat old books of destiny. I don't blame you anymore.

If you could write a letter to a book character, who would you pick & what would you write?

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my poem almost went viral

internet is such a funny place.
Back in March, I wrote a little piece of poetry for my post 4 minutes for the sky & posted it on my Instagram. I later pinned that post on Pinterest and almost forgot about it.

TA-DA!!!! meet this champ

With every sunset, 
a new hope is born, 
an old expectation dies

I had this weird little connection with this piece. Perhaps because it was about the sky that would give me hope every day or it was just another writing connection, IDK it was pretty much on my mind all the time. One day, I was randomly surfing on Google when I typed it out of nowhere and BAM!!!!! there were so many posts popping up with this poem written over them.I opened each and every social media app available on my phone to see if it was there and it was. In some way, it was there.   Most of the photos (like 80%) were of actual beautiful beautiful sunsets from different parts of the world, the rest of the % were selfies or videos but  H E Y  I was surprised beyond belief.


maybe when I said that the internet is a funny place, I don't mean it at all. It's a rather miraculous place or something. I have been writing for so long that my words have become more than words for me. The joy of seeing them in someone else's reality is astounding, super astounding, in fact. This lil poem made my name a legit hashtag, Google recognizes it and dayuummm it's everywhere.
I am just too happy to see it happen. The words in this poem were spilled from the very same instrument; a pen, that taught me how to write, that taught me how to carve words on the paper, it taught me so many things. I owe it to so many people, too, like my mother who made me make sense of these words and the list goes on. I can't tell you how this little piece of poetry matters to me now and how it did back then when I finished writing it exactly on that one evening.

I'm excited for this poem that almost went viral. And maybe the internet is actually a very funny place.
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The Stars Collide // an artsy collaboration

I have a story to tell. Currently, I am surrounded by lush white walls of a house standing on the earth of the city I love the most or should I say I was supposed to love it anyways because that's where I was born at and belong with all my heart.  The city and I haven't been in good terms for quite a while now. It has to welcome me because a city cannot hold visitors and I have to come back because it's the damn magnificent city, possessing all the things and people I need.

a day before, it was the lucky day for the city and city-exiled; an art collaboration.
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Areeba and I were to meet Maliha for an art collab, an artist who, too, was a karachitie but living somewhere else, as far as 7 oceans away, in the US. It was my first ~artsy~ official kinda collab so the excitement and the lack of acknowledgment of what to expect were hard to handle.
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But humans are probably like paints too. When they're mixed with right shades, they do not look like an unfamiliar shade; they look alike. They feel alike. We were almost late, thanks to the magnificent city's magnificent traffic and magnificent long lines at gas stations. But the sight of a little Dunkin' Donuts where we were supposed to be half an hour ago, still gave me comfort. We went, met Maliha, ordered food, talked, ate, talked, talked, and finally started working.

I made my art journal with lots of scrapbooking and a poetry, Areeba too made an art journal but with an illustration and a lyric from Lorde's song that I suggested and Maliha did her wonder job with markers and colors to create a glorious drawing piece with all the precise shades of universe and perhaps outside of universe.

I think I can get along with people of all sorts, from any background. But I felt far more related with Maliha. Maybe it was art, of course, it was art. It was also the clink of our coffee cups, love of Instagram, life stories fitting perfectly like puzzle pieces, and Karachi. We were three artists from the same city drinking the same flavored coffee. It was supposed to be a good collab.
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Our art collab meeting lasted for as long as around 5 hours?!? I cannot believe as I type this but we talk and ate and talked so now it makes sense but I still cannot believe. Moreover, I also cannot believe how the staff of Dunkin' actually put up with three artists who talked and ate and talked and made art in between with a messy work table overflowing with art supplies and cut pieces of once-splendid magazines. I never really liked Dunkin' Donuts before, nothing personal, I just never really went there. But I have massive respect in my heart for them now that they didn't ask us to stop talking or anything. I might buy a donut and coffee from there every day. I might start LOVING coffee and donuts because of them.
my sky has turned lilac,
With my dreams written all over it,
One day it will be blue again,
When all of those dreams have become a reality; leaving it all moonlit (piece of poetry I wrote for this journal entry - lilac sky)

If people had antennas over their heads to catch signals from like-minded people, this world would have been different. But since it's not the case yet, we have to do it manually. We have to be like stars that would collide with thunder and maybe paints, so when we return to our orbits and ponder over it, maybe then we can figure out whether it was a good one or not.
In this art collaboration, I can tell you that the three stars collided and it was a great idea.

if you could collaborate with any artist in the world right now, who would you pick and why?

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