After an exhausting day,
The sky painted an unreal blue,
The cranky old wooden bridge loomed ahead
We ran laughing, our skirts swishing behind us
Mischievous smile plastered on our faces
One hand constantly checking the pockets,
For the pennies
Ran past the lush green meadows,
Where three Welaras neighed at us, welcoming
And reached old Tom’s Bakery, all out of breath,
Heavenly smell of croissants and macaroons, Wafting right into our souls, refreshing
Eating all the goodies, relishing every bite, When I realised
‘My pennies are gone!’, I whispered, panicked
You’ll didn’t mind.
The antique wall clock, Tom’s most prized possession, signalled the beginning of dusk,
Everyone looked at everyone, realisation striking,
Scared about what awaited at home,
Yet our eternally satisfied tummies rebelled against our minds,
Running all the way back over the cranky wooden bridge,
With the stars peeping at us, in the lavender hued sky,
We reached our homes, safe haven,
Got stern warnings from the parents,
As I lay on the bed, staring out the window, the meadows spread ahead,
‘You were with me when I had those pennies
And You were there WITH me when I lost them.’
Thinking back today,
Happy tears spill,
Gosh, how I love that day!
Book: The Summer I Turned Pretty by Jenny Han
Honestly, this was an unexpected re-read, and I’d say I was quite happy that I read it again. The book feels both breezy and deep at the same time, if you understand what I mean? The characters Belly, Conrad, Jeremiah, Steven, Susannah, and Laurel, are so lovable. The best thing about the book, according to me, is the relationships in the story, every single relationship. The relationship between the Belly and the boys is 100% worth fawning over.
Belly is a super relatable character. The song, “What Makes You Beautiful”, by One Direction would be the best song to describe her. She’s sensible and a deep thinker. Belly has always had a crush on Conrad, Jeremiah’s elder brother. Belly’s memories and beach rituals were dreamy and vividly described.
Conrad seems to be moody and more out of it this year. Conrad worships his dad. He’s a sensitive and mature. Being sensitive, makes him feel alone and he displays it in his actions.
Jeremiah and Belly are best friends. Jeremiah can be described as a momma’s boy. Belly and Jeremiah confide in each other. Steven seems like a typical brother character, in a good way!
To give everyone an introduction to what the book is about, Laurel (Belly and Steven’s mom) and Susannah (Conrad and Jeremiah’s mom) are best friends. Belly, Steven and Laurel always come down to Cousins Beach for the summer and stays at Susannah’s house. The house needs a special shout-out. I love that beach house!
Jenny Han’s writing seems really addictive. It’s easy to get lost in their world. The slight twists in the novel, are placed at the right places to keep the readers hooked to every page, and it did! I loved that the descriptions were kept to a minimum. The conversations between the characters flow beautifully, and it gives out ‘homely’ vibes. The characters of Conrad, Jeremiah and almost all the characters are structured out perfectly. The flow had me hooked.
I’m not sure if it will be everyone’s cup of tea, but it definitely was mine and the timing I came across the book again was on point.
The book is filled with smiles and tears!
My dream cast
Belly- Maia Mitchell
Conrad- Mena Massoud
Jeremiah – Timothee Chalamet
What did you’ll think? Let me know in the comments below!!
Nobody can have it all
One wishes to have all kinds of things
Simple stuff to incredulous miracles
One might want to turn back time
One might want to escape it all
The world can’t let you have it all
Experiencing all kinds of feelings
One might want everything to go their way
When people leave, one might want them to stay
One might want to be good at sports, and academics
One might want to be slim, have a pretty face
One might want to be brave and powerful
One might want to travel the world
One might want an eternal love,
One who thinks some people just have it all
Is unaware of the stories behind it all
Everybody’s got their own story
Cause as one says,
“Nobody can have it all”
One wants to look picture perfect
One might want to become famous
Anything and everything has consequences
As one grows their shadow does too
Judging people of their own kind…
never glanced at each other
never exchanged words
thousands of miles away
from each other
Doubt you even know my existence
Still why do i feel you’re so close
linked by an otherworldly connection
how my actions
impact and affect you
sometimes i try harder for you
stupid as it might seem,
Opportunity knocking on her door
A nightmare in disguise or vice versa
She couldn’t think
Mounting, surmounting pressure
Anxiety creeps in
Paralyses her cheery self
Afraid whether it’s gonna be another episode
Feels her friends drifting away
Seems to provide relief
Waiting for sleep
An escape away from it all
Come morning, everything sets back in.
‘Is it my fault? Am I wired wrong?’
‘Have I managed to break myself?’
‘Stand and fight’, her mantra
‘Take me away from it all’, another echoing voice
All she asks for,
A light, in this void of darkness
A hand, in the depth of gloom
A friend, in this moment of sadness
Where are they?
Betraying tears on the porch of her eyes
Threatening to spill
Improbable things she hopes to achieve
Goals, so stressful
To take her away from it all, her friend?
Or help her get back to her?
Confide or not?
That she’s in this moment of sadness
What the hell are they gonna think of her
Should she have to explain herself (angry)
A potpourri of emotions overwhelm her
Mind and feelings all over the place
Fearing a breakdown, incoming…
Take it slow
One step at a time
Nobody likes her
Ain’t surprising, they don’t know her
They don’t know her story
So shut up and don’t judge her!
Numbed in my brain
Don’t know who’s who
I feel lonely and I’m confused
Pushed around by mean ticking hands
I feel like I could drown in tears
My teenage brain can’t handle this
All along I feel like I’m in the wrong
You don’t seem to understand
Thinking different things
What I expect and what you expect
Are poles apart
You know I’m quick to change my moods
Forgiving and giving up being exceptions
You think I’m fine when I’m NOT…