‘What is in the heart reflects in your face’, is long gone.
Now people are so well-versed in hiding what they really are that even those few close ones are unable to see behind the projected surface.
We see only what some wants us to see.
‘Appearances can be deceptive’ – deceptive being the operative word. Believing someone and baring the heart needs to be so cautious that, in the end, we don’t end up hurting ourselves.
I don’t mean that we must not believe anyone. Now that the people are becoming more and more self centred, it is time that we step up the game too and not fall into some trap and scar us for life.
If you are someone who is a fan of Sidney Sheldon’s books, then the name Tracy Whitney would have immediately brought a spark of recognition in your mind. Tracy Whitney is one of the strongest female characters ever written. Though Tracy Whitney is not someone who is all good, the negative element is what sets her apart and attracts the readers.
Tracy Whitney was first introduced in the book, ‘If Tomorrow Comes’ as the main lead of the book and Tilly Bagshawe went on to write two more books with Tracy in the book titled, ‘Chasing Tomorrow’ and ‘Reckless’.
Though Tracy was a negative character, what made her the hero and not the bad guy was because of her background, that she was just an ordinary soft, young girl. Her experiences with the wrong crowd made her to land her in jail and that days in jail made her develop into a strong, firm girl who is ready to face any hardships. Tracy goes on to become an arts and jewels thief who steals from the rich.
The brilliance she exhibits when she cheats the police, rich people and government all around the world, the risks she takes, the presence of mind she exhibits and escapes tough situation is mind-blowing.
Though she is a ‘thief’, I cannot stop myself from admiring her skills and brain! Sometimes I go like, ‘What am I even thinking?’, but in the end I can’t just refrain from applauding her mentally every time she deceives everybody out there waiting to catch her! She is a big time crook, yes, but there are a few times her good heart peeps out.
The courage she exhibits in front of even the highest ranked government officials is an inspiration to me to not be afraid of anyone in life. The beautiful way in which she falls in love and mends her broken heart is touching. She sets an example of the independent way a woman should carry herself even with their partner.
Tracy Whitney has become one of the phenomenal characters that I have read and one of the few characters that has stayed with me long after I have completed reading the book.
Equality between men and women has been a long-term topic which crops up here and there, with some supporting in favor that equality has indeed been achieved, while some points that, modernism in the world does not even begin to cover equality.
While the world is divided on this topic, from my own personal experiences of these 22 years, equality is a term which people have not even begun to comprehend to the full extent. Equality between men and women doesn’t mean are so ‘generous’ as to ‘give’ the women equality as some sort of ‘favor’. Only when it comes naturally to people, just like we brush your teeth daily. It is not something that people has to do consciously, though at the beginning the need to develop the quality must essentially be started like that.
And to the men, who boast that, they treat their women equally, it is not something to feel proud of. Do you feel proud to provide food for your family? Like everything which is of a necessity, it is something that needs to be put in ‘default mode’.
There is no greater male chauvinist than a man who boasts of treating women around him equally.
The war within;
so horrendous that,
it terrifies me
of my future.
The clashes between, the past
trying hard to match,
with the future ‘imaginary castles’
that I am already living in.
I blame the heart, for
it is the culprit that overrode
the brain to make me believe
that unicorns exist.
The blame game starts-
the war waging between
the heart and brain
to decide who is the bane.
The type of book doesn’t matter.
The genre of the book doesn’t matter.
The time of reading doesn’t matter.
As long as I curl up, alone, with a book in my hand, I feel complete.
It may seem a bit of exaggeration to some. But, for me, Books complete me.
The feel of the book in my hand,
The scratchy noise of the pages turning in the silent room,
The play of the words before my eyes, and
The play of the scene in my mind,
Getting transported to a parallel dimension
Where only me and my book exist.
Books are what I call, ‘My Solace’.
If I could keep on writing about my love for books, I could go on forever.That is when I realized that nothing could ever take the place of books in my life. Not a person, not a thing. The loving feeling that fills up my heart at the mention of books, you could think that I’m actually talking about a person! In fact, the passion that I get towards books feels like a personification of an actual person.
Books are what, that made me go through life, and
Books are what, I will live for.
Perseverance, the time when we use our free will, to work against all hardships posed against us, even though we don’t have anyone to support us in our endeavors.
When we say, we ‘Compromise’, do we really put our whole heart into it?
We don’t compromise for us, do we?
We compromise for a person, or a situation, or a feeling. But deep down we all know that we don’t want to do it.