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Living In The Moment

Read 'Living in the moment' by writer Malleswari Uppalapati edited by Mrinali Jadhav only on Unverbalise

Written by malleswari uppalapati | Edited by mrinali jadhav After reaching the shore,I love the sea.After the storm hits,I understand the world.Yesterday's joys come together; today, at this moment, they find meaning.Today's joys will come together to find their meaning tomorrow.I want to live the life I never lived.Unable to hold it in, I rise up to ignite my endless passion.Here and now, I…

[aliosne]

You know? In a fucked up way, I never wanted to transition bc I didn’t think it would “work” on me. And there’s some basis in that—fat bodies are often interpreted as feminine, even cis male fat bodies, and I will probably always be fat; I have been socialised female and spent some 20 years of my life stewing in that, and that doesn’t magically stop affecting me—but also hey what the fuck

[sothischickshe]

Shuddup spellcheck, these are so words:

jerkings

slickened

unverbalised

elsewise

jimmy

clompy

unburying

dinking

grumped

sneakers

unbusy

fascinator

uncomplicate

sharkish

oaty

footrubs

grabby

unsheddable

gekkering

moonglow

introitus

jocoserious

frot

prepping

ringfenced

breezelessness

sagewort

janglingly

surreptition

jittering

mixings

rambunctious

chatterings

exes

snuck

unguardedness

caretaking

beamier

pinot

significants

smooshed

unpuffed

takeout

guilting

fleur-de-lis

glutes

untrapped

twitchings

shucking

tensility

lingersome

unpurposed

wised

unfresh

waterings

mars

suppling

finessing

lakeshore

spasming

goosed

snuggly

unlooking

surveilled

moreso

unkinder

wettening

bonelessness

wisped

unshy

scooch

luringly

brainstems

windshield

unsteadying

antsy

stitchless

offendedly

tricksy

unbreasted

slappable

flumps

quirking

glooping

sashay

fritz

wormily

mundanity

conversationlessness

chalkily

unsayable

rubbings

smidge

[eyeless-smiles]

Hazel eyes widen, then narrow with scrutiny over Rashad's pointing out of his mouths behaviours. They tend to speak for themselves, much to the Nightmare's unverbalised frustration. It had always made hiding his true desires difficult from his Creator. And now, it seems difficult to hide them from Rashad, too.

Upon the warning of their time limit, the Nightmare slips its hand in Rashad's and coaxes the shorter man to follow him. A sly smile cast towards his counterpart as they exit the alley and make for the queue outside the ticket office.

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After a hearty breakfast and a brief exchange of small talk with the innkeeper, having asked if he'd seen Corinthian leave to which the innkeeper said he did not, Rashad left the inn before the morning rush. With Corinthian having disappeared and, once again, left no traces behind, Rashad only assumed that last night was too much for the nightmare to process and he had to get away from the source of the overwhelming experience.

He didn't put him at fault. Rashad was aware Corinthian had a hard time adjusting to big emotions, mainly because he could only ever experience an echo of them through the eyes of his victims. That being said, Rashad knew Corinthian wasn't emotionless. No, it was far from it. Maybe, one day, their paths will cross again.

Hiding behind his cowl, a scarf wrapped around his neck, mouth and nose loosely, rich brown eyes watched the paths leading out of Kamasun as the variety of vehicles and people went in and out of the gates. He was currently standing in line before the transpot ticket stall by the well guarded entrance, trying to remain discreet and quiet. He didn't know where his destination was yet, his entire life packed in his bag of holding.

Where was he going to go? What was he going to do? This must be how every adventurer feels like when they begin their journey. Terrified at the winds of forced change, thrilled by the promise of seeing a new world. In a way, Rashad chose this. He knew his actions would lead him away from his home, from his family, from everything familiar.

This could be the end of his chapter. Or, perhaps, it was just the beginning of it.

[robynshaikucorner]

School

Unverbalised groans

fill the air around the place,

As there always is.

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Klara and the Trolls AF

Probably like many of you who have read “Klara and the Sun” by Nobel Prize-awarded author Kazuo Ishiguro, it took deliberate effort to read “AF” for how it was meant in the novel. Naturally, by reflex, this blog writer has always equated the acronym as coming from a real-world context. It takes some mental adjustment and conditioning to read the 2-letters for what the author intended in his created world of AI-inspired, fine storytelling of a novel, rather than for its thuggish connotation in our real-world orientation.

Let’s assign some values for clarity, because this blog writer is likely to use the novel’s definition, as well as the real world’s, throughout this entry often:

Ar-F: Artificial Friend (as meant in the novel’s context)

As-F: Real-world context (🤐)

That’s settled then.

So.

Kazuo Ishiguro is a very fine author. If this blog writer did not know any better, she would no doubt think that the novel is written by a female person. Rich in emotional context, subtleties in crisply-concretised detail.

It’s almost like a visual of two people not talking at the surface, but the thoughts and feelings running through them which get emitted into the invisible-yet-felt atmosphere, are captured in (probably) accurate representation through his concisely-constructed words and sentences. Like his other works, readers are regaled into the unspoken.

A fitting frame for the main character Klara’s personification, her being an “Artificial Friend” known for her extraordinarily-observant abilities and sharp, yet silent, intuition.

In a setting wherein a social divide has been formed by those human beings who have been genetically-modified vs. those who haven’t, Klara, the solar-powered Ar-F narrator stands as a nice, warm reminder of some good qualities that we human beings can subscribe to.

Klara is artificial, but she’s like the ideal real friend to have which, from the current status of artificial intelligence, may still be imaginary (this blogger honestly doesn’t know at this point).

She is a fictional character we wish occupies our non-fiction physical reality; she is in the atmosphere that, like the words of Ishiguro, we hope to see concretised.

Klara studies her surroundings, the dynamics of the people and elements she happens to share spaces with. From this she gets an assessment of her place and how she’d reach out or respond to others, or participate in the swing of things. She expresses her concerns, her opinions, her recommendations - in thoughtful and sensitive consideration of the person she’s talking to, as well as the other people involved. She always does so in a non-imposing manner.

On occasions wherein she has to make some decisions, she always sticks to her goal, in accordance with how she’s been programmed to function: that for whichever would be advantageous and beneficial for Josie, her human friend / owner. She even went so much out of her way for the sake of Josie (indeed, the  power of the sun heals… cures ailments deemed hopeless. But then this could be a subject for a different post altogether).

Quite the opposite “AF” in a real-world context.

For the sake of discussion, let digital trolls of our present reality be the equivalent of the Ar-F in Ishiguro’s fiction.

Not exactly apples-to-apples, but maybe, hopefully, it does bring to the surface some unverbalised “virtual vibrations” in seemingly-polluted social media platforms.

Digital trolls can be vicious As-F.

Based from observations and experience, without need for supporting articles or secondary research, trolls invade privacy and tend to be pushy and imposing in feeding you with what they want you to believe, even to the extent of personal attacks and cyberbullying - as if stemming from their own issues and with a need to rationalise their “narrative.”

Depending on how intrusive and ill-intentioned a troll can be, it could get to the point of them invading your groups and networks to limit or block you from getting in contact with people you are sending business proposals to or have professional ties with, for example, and find a way to sneak their influence in into circles you’re a part of, to present themselves as superior or more worthy of opportunities and favours while deliberately weakening your standing and reputation, just for them to take over and reap - quite unethically and unprofessionally - the fruits of your initial hard work and efforts, with all the time and resources you allotted to make things work for you and ensure your success.

And this is just an example on a small-scale; a small fire among a few trees, in multiple forest fires happening - perhaps simultaneously - for an unidentifiable frequency. (Unless this blog writer has access to social media platforms’ real-time database to see a fuller picture, measurable elements can only be referred to as ‘unidentifiable’).

Of course we may have heard or read about similar ‘use cases’ and troll movements on a grander scale, where utilisation of trolls have been directed at swaying social media users’ political inclinations and election results — with tangible, sometimes heartbreaking, real-world impacts.

What might Klara do in this case?

Talk over coffee? :))

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[godsnameisjoy]

FUZZY

Date: 27 September 2021

Duration: 62 minutes at 9:16 PM

Depth:

I have been feeling a peculiar warmth for two consecutive sessions now. When I shift my attention towards my body, I can hardly register the sensations on the skin. I couldn’t tell from my skin if the two fans in the room were on or not. I could hear them buzzing but not feel them. It may have to do with that happy distancing from one’s senses when one reaches as far as Pratyahara in Patanjali’s 8 fold path of Raja Yoga.

The movement of breath has been coming to a restful stop for a few sessions now. This phenomenon is not regular or even predictable yet.

Imagery in the background of a withdrawn life energy is a regular feature now. I understand this imagery as that which exists where the shallow intuition and the deep subconscious meet. Last night’s imagery in the background felt mildly frustrating. There was an unverbalised desire that the imagery be even more distanced than where it was.

Recent sessions where my breathing has disappeared (at least once) are the sessions where I have crossed the 60 minutes mark. However, it is not happening with sessions where the breathing apparatus doesn’t take a break.

Breathing has disappeared regularly in an earlier stage of my decades old meditation practice. A few years back when I was meditating in the subconscious territory, the breathing movement would disappear with a certain regularity. It hasn’t happened since I entered the intuition and left the orbital pull of the subconscious. That’s about two years back. The subconscious orbital pull used to be expressed as the temptation of sleep.

[peachmuses]

hand drops and he lifts shirt to scratch at stomach. he shrugs. " something something stay as long as i want too. " even still in his sleep-idled mind, something tells him to not tell makoto that his mother said he rarely has guests over - so he doesn't. he follows after makoto, yawning, " okay. " he finds the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, nodding at makoto in response to unverbalised question; he holds out a bottle of water, questioningly. does he want one ? " mm. eat. drink water. take some meds. it's normal. you also slept a long time afterwards, that's probably also playing part in your headache. "

" terrifying. what'd she say? " his mother talks a lot, shares too much about him that he doesn't want to be shared so quickly. she does it out of love, happy whenever she meets one of his friends, but he doesn't particularly approve of it. " she's gone already, left before i got up, i guess. " he's used to it, though.

he nods towards the kitchen before heading in. once tatsuya's with him, he shrugs, already in search of a snack. " dunno. " to answer the question that'd actually been asked. he closes one cabinet to open another. " i just woke up. ask me again in maybe twenty minutes... " he finds a new box of cereal bars and opens it, waving it in question. " my head hurts. "

[croque-melpomene]

Surrendering To Everything Repressed & Unverbalised: A Poem

Surrendering To Everything Repressed & Unverbalised: A Poem

You sat on top of me, holding my arms, You did it once, and twice, not on your own, And I wondered who sat on you, against your Will, against your pain, but I realised this is all You. You grabbed that power out of thin air, You made it your own, you needed me Beneath you, plucked me, jumped on me, Screaming at my face and all I could think Of was how I could get away from you. You thought you…

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The Dreamy Canvas

Written by Writer Shweta Ranjane and Edited by Editor Mrinali Jadhav Dreams, they dance like flames so bright, they beckon me, to take a flight, to a world, where everything's just right. They are like kites in the sky, soaring high, my heart they satisfy, yet fear creeps in, a looming sigh, their distance from reality, gets me alarmed. Time, a precious gem, so rare, an enigma wrapped in a…

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[faithhopeloveandtherapy]

Could you tell me you're mad, instead of withdrawing?

I sent my therapist an email yesterday, bringing up all the things from the mess of the last two sessions that I have found difficult, all the words that went unsaid and the feelings that went unverbalised. I felt good for about two hours after I sent it, and then I started to feel more and more anxious about all the things I'd said and how it might upset T and how maybe I was just being mean. By yesterday evening I couldn't stand it any longer and sent a second email saying I was fretting over everything I'd said and I hoped I hadn't upset her. She replied a few hours later. She thanked me for emailing and validated everything I'd said. She acknowledged that she had forgotten what I had been talking about the previous session, although as soon as I reminded her in my email it all came back. (If she knows that this happens, why doesn't she make a couple of notes of keywords which she can look at before session to remind her? I don't get it) She said "it's absolutely ok to feel upset about what happened" and "it would be really good if you could help me by telling me how mad you are, instead of withdrawing". That's a tricky thing to work on. When I feel mad in session, I don't realise that I feel mad. I just feel upset and sort of helpless and shut-downy. It's only afterwards that I piece it together and realise that I'm mad and all the words flood into my brain. And the last thing I feel like doing in the moment when I feel like that, is opening up and telling her how I feel. Urgh I hate feeling mad. My learnt strategy for feeling mad is to internalise it and make it somehow my problem about something wrong with me. But then it has a tendency to leak out in self-destructive ways. All this talking about feeling mad, I can see that's where some of the therapy work is, but it's very anxiety inducing 😖

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Living My Live and Seizing the Day (Carpe Diem)

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[eyeless-smiles]

Salivating maws are effectively rendered speechless when Rashad arches up to place a gentle kiss to both. Soft gasps of want parting their teeth in unverbalised delight.

Blinking back his desire, he stands perfectly still as Rashad casts the glamour. Amused by the tickle of magic that inches across his skin. He has never needed to disguise himself before. Even for an immortal being, there's a first for everything.

As Rashad pulls his hands back, the Corinthian blinks. Running tiny tongues across razor sharp teeth as it studies the mortals reaction to his changed appearance.

Flicking out his knife, the Nightmare raises the steel close to catch his reflection.

It remains momentarily stunned. Frozen by the myriad of feelings that well up within his core.

First and foremost, it's anger. Frustration belonging to an Endless, raised for the perceived slight of altering Dream's Masterpiece.

Second, it's utter fascination. Those hazel eyes blink back at himself with tantalising realism. The Corinthian immediately feels the urge to consume them. To predate itself.

Third, it's a strange kind of delight. To see himself as human.

The Corinthian quickly lowers the knife, as to keep himself from getting lost in his reflection. Trying to focus instead on the questions Rashad asks.

A distracted smile catches on the blond comment, and the Nightmare tilts his head as he considers it.

"You'd look divine with blue eyes."

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After a hearty breakfast and a brief exchange of small talk with the innkeeper, having asked if he'd seen Corinthian leave to which the innkeeper said he did not, Rashad left the inn before the morning rush. With Corinthian having disappeared and, once again, left no traces behind, Rashad only assumed that last night was too much for the nightmare to process and he had to get away from the source of the overwhelming experience.

He didn't put him at fault. Rashad was aware Corinthian had a hard time adjusting to big emotions, mainly because he could only ever experience an echo of them through the eyes of his victims. That being said, Rashad knew Corinthian wasn't emotionless. No, it was far from it. Maybe, one day, their paths will cross again.

Hiding behind his cowl, a scarf wrapped around his neck, mouth and nose loosely, rich brown eyes watched the paths leading out of Kamasun as the variety of vehicles and people went in and out of the gates. He was currently standing in line before the transpot ticket stall by the well guarded entrance, trying to remain discreet and quiet. He didn't know where his destination was yet, his entire life packed in his bag of holding.

Where was he going to go? What was he going to do? This must be how every adventurer feels like when they begin their journey. Terrified at the winds of forced change, thrilled by the promise of seeing a new world. In a way, Rashad chose this. He knew his actions would lead him away from his home, from his family, from everything familiar.

This could be the end of his chapter. Or, perhaps, it was just the beginning of it.

[unverbalise]

List of 7 things to avoid doing as a writer

Written and compiled by Editor Mrinali Jadhav Introduction Being a writer is a creative and fulfilling pursuit, but it also comes with its fair share of challenges. Aspiring writers often focus on improving their skill sets and honing their craft, but it’s equally important to be aware of potential pitfalls that can hinder their progress. This essay aims to highlight ten common mistakes that…