Love for French #001

I am deciding to be productive from tomorrow. It’s a little difficult to make up your mind for something when you’re going through a problem, but baby steps could help. I have been stalling to learn French since forever. It’s been a very on again, off again relationship with the language since 3 years but I absolutely love it. And I am resolving to become fluent in it by the end of 2020. That gives me about eight months in hand. C’mon girl! You can do it.

I see the flowers and they are smiling at me. I smile back. They say to me, “Your smile is infectious. Smile often, dear girl.”

Je vois les fleurs et ils me sourient. Je souris en retour. Ils me disent: <<Ton sourire est infectieux. Souris souvent, chère fille.>>

Credits: Google Translate

Words#6

maxresdefaultatt-throttling_320x245

The word is: Asphyxiation

Wiki says: It is a condition of severely deficient supply of oxygen to the body that arises from abnormal breathing.

Urban Dictionary: The condition of being deprived of oxygen (as by having breathing stopped).

I say: Something I have been feeling in recent times, due to all reasons but medical.

US..sans words

There are a thousand words in English language to express whatever tiniest kind of emotion you feel, and yet sometimes silence speaks best. When I am not talking to you, when I am clueless on your whereabouts, when several days have rolled by without our imbecilic banters, no giggles, no snuggles, I recollect myself, and acknowledge the silence between us. It comforts me in a weird sense. Wind tries to appease me and nights accompany me to mad lands. Mornings pamper me with flashback of our moments and the mirror urges me to smile. I know. You and I will be gnawed within the trivialities of words someday. You’ll prick me and I’ll quarrel with you. But take your time. Fix your troubles. When I see you next, we will disrupt the stillness with irregular breaths. Oh, no words yet darling. Silence will do the talking. <3 .