The Pen Pal Collab! (ft. Mahriya @ My Bookish Life)

Hullo inhabitants of planet Earth (or any other planet you find accommodating)!

Today is a special day featuring a very special person. What’s the occasion you ask? Well, no, it’s not exactly a birthday celebration, no.

Mahriya from MyBookishLife and I decided to finally collaborate together (which is, like, the greatest thing to ever happen to little Ranter here) and let the world witness a whirlwind of thoughts that was never before seen. Mahriya is one of the most wonderful, sweet and adorable bloggers I’ve ever had the honour of knowing, and this collab is as special as it is epic simply because that lady right there is phenomenal.

Besides, it’s about one of our all-time favourite books, and how can one honour his favourite book in any way other than write about it? With that said, we decided to think up of a prompt with the book in mind, and here’s what we came up with! The prompt is Kites, in honour of The Kite Runner, one of the greatest books I’ve ever read. And since today also happens to be Opposites Day (did you know that?), I’m posting Mahriya’s answer and she’s posting mine.

 

So here’s Mahriya’s answer, be sure to check out her blog for its epic and great content! No kidding, that girl has so much creativity stored in there it’s a tad too phenomenal. And while you are at it, you may find my answer to the prompt and perhaps you’d want to give it a go? Because I know it won’t be so tempting after you check out what Mahriya has written (she blew my mind away with the description, God). But it’d be awesome of you to check it out~


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The kite. There it lay, drunkenly resting on the blue suitcase, still tired from the days when it used to be dragged around and ripped up in the never-ending sky. Those days were over. It had been many years since the Kite had felt the harsh wind of the world or the rough tiny hands of a human. And today, it would be stuffed away, taken to a different place altogether.

It was no longer elegant and beautiful as it had once been. Its edges has been folded by the hard walls of the cupboard and its string was limp whilst the actual kite itself was dead and silent. It hadn’t been used in years and the Kite couldn’t quite remember how the fresh fluffy clouds felt and  how the calm, blue sky looked. Not anymore. Now the Kite only knew of the the dark scary inside of the cupboard and the lonely days to come.
They had called the Kite ‘The Monster’, once. Its humongous, colourful face would roar in the wind and its tail would swirl around like a fire dancing. It would soar and rip through the air, with envious faces trailing behind.
Its new home would probably be in a dump far away from any contests or child. Far away from any attention or love. Far away from life and the world. It was no longer a champion, it was just a broken toy that no-one wanted to touch.
Children didn’t play anymore, only stared at screens and flat objects that they carried around with them. There were no annual Kite contests, only apps and games online.
There were no Kites, only broken toys.

There were no Children, only addicts.
There were no Kite Runners. Not anymore.

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Oh God. Oh God. Was that fantabulous or what? Personally speaking, I’d like to sign up for writing lessons from her because it was just that good. Agreed?

Be sure to check out my answer to the prompt over at Mahriya’s blog, and while you’re at it, give her a hearty follow because that’s one of those decisions you won’t ever regret~

Tell me your thoughts on the prompt and its answers below! You know I love hearing (reading, really) them!

 

Love,

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)

The Kite Runner– Book Review

“The unforgettable, heartbreaking story of the unlikely friendship between a wealthy boy and the son of his father’s servant, The Kite Runner is a beautifully crafted novel set in a country that is in the process of being destroyed. It is about the power of reading, the price of betrayal, and the possibility of redemption; and an exploration of the power of fathers over sons—their love, their sacrifices, their lies.”– Goodreads 

“A way to be good again”

I finished it. With it, I’ve learnt too many life lessons, ones that can not be simply stated down.

What I figured in a nutshell:

Happiness. What does it cost?

Friendship? It’s ALWAYS a two-sided matter. Not ever from one side.

Guilt? Only one with conscious could feel it. And not everyone has that.

Brotherhood? Let’s just say that blood isn’t family and family isn’t blood.

Agony? There’s agony in every happiness.

Cowardice. “Nothing’s wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence. But when a coward stops remembering who he is…. God help him.”

There are many more beautiful, astonishing lessons that I might have taken from this book. But tell you what, we never judge a book by its cover. The characters here need to be thoroughly analysed; because nothing is shallow; and people are more warped and deeper than one might have originally thought.

The story shows kindness, tragedy, love, sacrifice, cowardice, sin and most importantly betrayal. And betrayal is such an ugly thing.

In the end, perhaps there is no good without bad and no bad without good. No light without darkness and no darkness without light.

But everyone has a time to choose, and it’s your duty to choose what ought to be worth it.

This contemporary is one that I absolutely loved and enjoyed. It was quite the page-turner and in its own way, interesting, helpful and wonderfully inspiring.

 

Midnight Ranter