Wildflowers – A Blurb||thebookofjess

Wildflowers – A Blurb||thebookofjess


𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚎?” 

Growing in a field beyond our control. We sway to the way of the wind. Different and beautiful, we’re wild and free. 

We wish on the stars, if in vain, we don’t care. For the stars are companions who have always been there.

We cry over the ones we’ve lost and smile when a new flower is born. We’re aware of the tricks of life, yet it makes us weep. 

We’re all a little lost in our ways and awed at the world before us. Trying to find our way beyond the field where we grew. 

We learn the weight of words, said and unsaid. Sometimes we wish we took that road and sometimes repent.

We celebrate when our dreams come true and flinch when a nightmare does the same.

We remain wildflowers throughtout our life. Albeit a little bruised, hurt and tainted, we never lose the light inside.

Sometimes we meet other wildflowers and pray that if any harm were to befall, it wouldn’t be upon them.

Looking for a place to breathe, looking for someone to love, looking for happiness.

Hoping we wouldn’t have to say goodbye again. We wait for the inevitable day we’ll be picked and pray it’ll be gentle.

We’re none the same.

In the end, we’re all wildflowers, aren’t we?

– Jess Pandey

Hi everyone! It’s been a while…again! But now I am back for good. And I’m really excited to be posting again. I hope you enjoyed reading this. Any feedback (positive or negative) is appreciated!

Until next time.

Jess. xx

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Birthday Book Tag – 17th birthday!

Birthday Book Tag – 17th birthday!

I am back! After months of absence, I am back. And yesterday, the 7th of May 2021, was my 17th birthday. It’s become a sort of tradition for me to do this Book Tag, so I decided this would make a splendid “I’m back” post! I didn’t want to make a whole post about what’s been going on and how I’ll be regularly posting now. Things have been weird the past couple of months, juggling school and finals and life in the pandemic. The point is I’m back, and I’ll be posting consistently. Let’s start the questions for this tag!

Count your birth date along your bookshelf and then subtract your birth month. What book does it land on?

Turtles All The Way Down by John Green. This is one of my all-time favorites! Also, whilst counting I noticed I’ve dropped a couple of books behind the shelf. I promise I’ll pick them up after writing!

Which character would you like to spend your birthday with?

I would spend it with Jude from The Cruel Prince. I am currently reading it, and I feel she would be a good person to show me around the Faerie land. (I feel like a lot of the answers in book tags are heavily influenced by my current read.)

Find a book that takes place in the season you were born in.

The Great Gatsby. The summer of 1922.

Find a book that is the colour of your birthstone.

Birthstone = emerald = green

One of the first book series I fell in love with. Percy Jackson and The Lightening Thief.

Is there a series with the same numbers of books as your age? If so what is it?

A book series with 17 books? I haven’t got a clue.

Pick a book set in a time period, a world or country you would like to have been born in.

The Lunar Chronicles. I cannot express how much I love this series.

So, that’s the end of the Birthday Book Tag. Just a quick update on how I plan to post now. I’m going to be posting on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. And I am really exicted to be back on here, I really missed it. Now, I’m off to catch up on the possibly thousands of posts I missed during my ‘hiatus’. (I’m also going to pick up those books, don’t worry!)

Until next time.

Jess. xx

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Autobiography of a Pen||thebookofjess

Autobiography of a Pen||thebookofjess

Hi everyone! Hope you’re having a good day. Today I’d like to share a little something I wrote. ♥

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||Autobiography of a Pen||

Sitting on the display in the shop, I couldn’t help but feel a little smug and excited. I was the newest edition and I couldn’t simply wait to meet the human who would accept me. Although I would be glad to be just accepted; it didn’t stop me from having preferences. What can I say? You try sitting in a display case for days.

From the shop, I have a decent view of the street. I see different kinds of people pass by here every day. After observing these humans, I have managed to categorize them into certain groups.

The first group consists of total lunatics, who have no fear of death and live life as if there’s no tomorrow! I am talking about kindergarteners. A few mothers come to the coffee shop every day with those little mean creatures. (Well, they are fairly cute; but they are vicious!) How you may ask? The other day, I saw them have a pen fight, where they pretended their pens were swords! Oh, I can’t imagine what those pens went through! They also have an annoying habit of chewing the ends of the pens! The nightmares I have of those pen-murderers. I shudder to think of a day I might end up in their hands.

Next, come the housewives. They come in here from time0to-time to get school supplies and when they get around to the counter for payment; I witness The Handbag Horrors. Their handbags are ENORMOUS. They are Mary Poppins…all of them. Perfume, stickers, little papers and cards, makeup, books, pens, The Alps Mountain Range, you name it. I do know one thing for sure. If I was accepted by one of them, then I’d have a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious adventure in there! 

Next come the group, who is the greatest mystery of mankind. Teenagers. Riddle me this: Why do they bother buying beautiful pens if all they do is twiddle on those little boxes of theirs…what do they call it again? — “A PHONE!” Lexi, the handbag shouts from the other shelf” — She’s trying to fool me, there’s no way they’re called PHONES. Silly Lexi. 

The next group is a rather sweet one. The grandparents. They always carry a pen with them and keep it in their pocket. They are, what one might call, old-fashioned. They buy a pen, and when the ink dries out, they buy a refill and give us a new life! I would absolutely adore being accepted by them.

The last group consists of businessmen and women. To be their pen would be a dream come true. Attending official meetings, writing important documents, their fancy signatures! If I was a human, I would be drooling right now…

“Ed, wake up! Stop drooling on the pillow!” someone shouted in my ear. I woke up with a start. My wife was frantically getting ready to go to some party.

I looked down at my hands, as though I couldn’t fathom the fact I had been born with them. Did I just dream I was a smug, judgmental pen sitting on a ledge in a shop!?

I repeated this to my wife. She sighed and said, “You clearly don’t want to go to the party either. Let’s just stay at home. I’m going to get some reading done for my book club.”

I agreed, firstly because to oppose my wife when she wanted to read was equivalent to begging The God of The Underworld to give me eternal damnation. And secondly, I had an idea. Instead of retelling this absurd dream at the Sunday Brunch, I could make something of it.

I sat down at my desk and began to write. The Autobiography of a Pen…

I hope you liked it. Any and all feedback (critiques are welcome!) is appreciated! 

Also, sorry for being inactive, I have a lot of exams going on, and I’m trying my best to post more! (I have over 9 stories to edit!) 

Thank you for putting up with me! I am so grateful for your support. Love you. x

Stay safe. Take care.

All the love,


Smokes Valley – A Short Story

Smokes Valley – A Short Story

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||Smokes Valley||

It was a warm July morning, and the people of Smokes Valley went about their business. The children laughed gaily as they scampered off to school. The women went to the market with baskets tucked under their arm. And as per usual, Mr. Donald was watering his flowers.

There wasn’t much to admire in this little village. It seemed to be made of love and the scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. It was the perfect place to stay in if you wanted to live a simple and fulfilling life.

The only thing which seemed out of place was the fence of barbed wire all around the village.

It was by chance that Mr. Green stumbled upon this place. Or so he thought. You see, he was on a nature hike and went off-trail in pursuit of a rare butterfly. He never did find the beautiful slippery creature, rather he found himself on one side of a barbed-wire fence. He climbed a tree, admittedly after many failed attempts, and to his surprise saw that a little village lay ahead.

He had no idea how far he had come in the pursuit of the butterfly, so he decided to approach the village and get one of the village-folk to help him. It was difficult to get past the fence, but being a thin reedy man, he managed.

After walking for a short while, he saw a sign which read “Smokes Valley”.

It was Mr. Donald who first noticed him, wandering into the village. He dropped his watering can in a frenzy and approached the confused looking gentleman.

“Oh! What have you done? How did you get in here?” he positively screamed in Mr.Green’s face.

Mr. Green found it rather odd, being approached like this. But he maintained a calm composure and replied. “Good sir, I was on a nature hike and foolishly went off-trail in the pursuit of a rare butterfly. I don’t know how far I have come and would appreciate some help.”

“Oh, you poor, innocent man! People don’t stumble across this place on accident. This means that once again the earth is hungry.”

Now Mr. Green was more confused than ever. This perplexed him more than the time his wife attempted to explain a romance novel to him.

“Sir, whatever do you mean? Pray, talk some sense!” he replied, rather frantically.

“Oh, you’ll see. You’ll see.”

And he did see. After wandering about for a few minutes, fruitlessly trying to gather information, he looked up at the sky and saw it fill up with clouds darker than night.

He, and all others, stood there staring at the sky, as it became darker by the second. It became so dark, Mr. Green could not see his own hand.

Silence reigned for a few seconds when suddenly a blood-curling scream was heard.

The clouds cleared as fast as they had appeared. And to his horror, Mr. Green saw a big gaping hole in the center of the village.

Nobody moved for several minutes until suddenly, as if by magic, the hole disappeared and the earth became flat again. The people seemed to come out of a reverie and acted as though nothing had happened.

Mr. Green approached the only person who had been kind enough to speak a few words to him. The old man was once again watering his flowers. He looked up as Mr. Green approached him. Unprompted he said, “I came here like you a couple of months ago. What you just saw, “ he gestured at the sky, “happens every time someone new appears But the people never remember it. They never remember the ones who are taken.”

Mr. Green looked around. The children laughed gaily as they scampered off to school. The women went to the market with baskets tucked under their arm. And Mr. Donald was watering his flowers.

It was a warm July morning, and the people of Smokes Valley went about their business. Unaware.


The Lost Young Love – A Short Story.

The Lost Young Love – A Short Story.


||The Lost Young Love||

“Grandma, what’s in that box?” 13-year-old Betsy asked.

“Old photographs and books. You can go through it if you like.” Her grandma replied smiling.

Betsy opened the box and sat on the floor for hours as she looked through pictures of her mother as a child, and old yellowing books her grandmother had kept from her school days. She was about to close the trunk when she saw a small piece of torn paper at the bottom.

Curious, she took it out and precariously opened it. It looked like a 5-year-old had written it.

And it read: “Will you marry me?”


Betsy went to find her grandma and questioned her about the note.

A flash of emotion passed her grandmother’s face and she replied: “Not all love stories have a happy ending, sweetie. “ After a pause, she added, “The meaning of love was just much more than we thought.”


The Mystery Blogger Award (#2)

The Mystery Blogger Award (#2)

Hi! Hope you’re all doing well. I was nominated by the lovely FrappesAndFiction. Thank you for the nomination! ♥ Go and check out their amazing blog.


The Mystery Blogger Award is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion.

The Mystery Blogger Award


  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog.
  2. List the rules.
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well. (Okoto Enigma)
  5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
  6. Answer the questions provided by whoever nominated you.
  7. Nominate 10 – 20 people.
  8. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog.
  9. Ask your nominees any 5 questions.
  10. Share a link to your best post(s).
Phew! That’s a LOT of rules!


Three things about me!

  1. I have glasses! I don’t wear them as much as I should, but I have ’em.
  2. I have a stack of blue books on my desk. I love blue and I love books. What can I say?
  3. I love the song “Bennie and The Jets”.


Do you like to read? If so, what is your favourite book genre?

I love reading. (I tend to live by the quote: Reading is breathing in, writing is breathing out. They’re two sides of the same coin.)

I am open to all genres. (Having conquered the horror genre whilst in quarantine!). If I HAD to pick a favourite genre, I would pick Young Adult.

How much time do you put into your blog?

It depends, mate. Lately, I’ve not been spending a ton of time on my blog. I try to do my best. I have to juggle school, writing, reading, blog, housework, and well, life.

To me, having a blog is somewhere I can express myself and I try to not let it become a burden. I love my blog and over the months it has become one of my “safe” places. 🙂

What is your favourite hobby (besides blogging or reading)?

Some might expect me to say writing. But, writing is much more than a hobby to me. Reading and writing are as important to me as breathing.

My favourite hobby is designing, editing, and photography. I am pretty good at it, and I really love it.

How long have you been blogging?

Dear readers, it is story-time. I started blogging in 2016, stopped because of bullying, and started properly blogging about a year ago. By properly I mean I started writing what I wanted to write and was proud of it.

Now, I love blogging and wouldn’t give it up for anything!

If you could go back in time to one year ago, what advice would you give yourself?

Screw others. Do what is right for you. It’s better to think about your future rather than pleasing people who won’t be in your life after a few years.

I Nominate:


Book Beach Bunny


D.Wallace Peach

Books Of Magic

I know I nominated 5 people! I am just a little (lot) behind on catching up! Sorry..!

My Questions:

  1. What would you describe your aesthetic as?
  2. What is your favourite romance novel?
  3. Headscarfs, headbands, or bandanas? And why?
  4. Do you like Marvel?
  5. Summer or Winter? Why?

My Best Posts: (all from this year)

The Silent Observer

Thoughts of a Coffee Mug

Book Review: Reckless by Cornelia Funke

Feminism In My Life

A Poem: The World In Its True Form

Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. I’d love to receive some feedback.

Stay safe.

Until Next Time...3


The Silent Observer

The Silent Observer

Hi! Hope you’re all doing well. Today I am going to share a short write-up.

Hope you like it.

The Silent Observer

||The Silent Observer||

My life went by in looking at everything. I saw a woman screaming for help, but I chose not to be involved. I saw a child getting slapped by his father for wanting a candy, and I just walked by, choosing not to interfere. I saw a colleague being denied a promotion because of which gender he loves; I chose to stay quiet in the fear of losing my own. I used to laugh at those who said we needed change. I chose to stay away and created blissful oblivion for myself. A world where everything was alright. A world I had crafted to keep myself uninvolved.

Now, I am here and I see everything. The oblivion I had crafted, shattered to bits. My life long wish of being The Silent Observer has been granted.

I look at her as she scrounges for food in the garbage. I look at him, as he is denied job after job for his skin color; with no money to feed his little daughter at home. I look at the boy as he runs away from home, for he’d rather wear a dress. I look at all this and it pains me to know I never did anything, and now I can’t. The oblivion I lived in was made of poison.

What further horrifies me is the fact there are millions who have crafted oblivion just like mine. And every day, it grows stronger.

You see so much around you and you wonder. You have the power to make changes, but you hope somebody else does it. You have the capability to make things right, but you chose to stay away from the trouble.

Don’t make the same mistakes as me. No matter how little, try to make a change.
Don’t become The Silent Observer.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments. I’d love to get some feedback! ♥

Until Next Time...3


Poems From My Journal||Part 3

Poems From My Journal||Part 3

Hi! Hope you’re all doing well. This is Part 3 of Poems From My Journal. Enjoy! 🙂

I have a habit of writing short poems in my journal(s). Recently, I was going through some of them and wanted to share them. Since there is quite a bit, I will post them in parts.

I get inspiration for these poems from the people around me, from books I’ve read, songs I’ve listened to, movies I’ve seen, people I’ve met. They are not related to my own personal life.

Poems From My Journal

||Now That You’re Gone I See||

Now that you’re gone I see,

The blame I took on my head.

Now that you’re gone I see,

The weight of the worlds on myself.

Now that you’re gone I see,

How I wasted my life;

On someone good at framing a lie.

||In The End||

In the end, we’re all little kids staring at the sky.

In the end, we all cry ourselves to sleep at night.

In the end, we all made the decision of getting back up.

Deep down, we’re all a little awed at the big world before us.

||Night Time||

Night-time was her kingdom,

When everything was quiet and dark,

When the birds didn’t chirp and the crickets could be heard.

The glare of the sun never pleased her.

It was the tenderness of the moonlight that brought her home.

Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments. I’d love to get some feedback!

Until Next Time...3

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My Favourite Characters In Quarantine Book Tag!

My Favourite Characters In Quarantine Book Tag!

Hi! Hope you’re all doing well. I saw this tag over at Sophie’s blog and decided to do it! Go check out her blog for many, many more fun tags!

My Favourite Characters During Quarantine


  • Take 5 or more of your favorite book characters and imagine what they would be doing if they were quarantined with us in the real world.
  • You can have them be in their own squad if you want, or working on their own.
  • Tag 5 friends.
  • Link back to this post and credit Reader Voracious.

1. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase  (From Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan)

Percy would probably be happy to spend time at home with his family and Annabeth. He would also be pretty worried about monsters seeing this as an opportunity to attack humans. He would also be the one to disasterously bake blue bread…!

Annabeth would just shake her head and help him bake! She would also spend the free time to design some architectural stuff.

As a couple, I think they will spend some time together. When neither of them are on the verge of death, or in hell, or on a death-wish quest.

2. Artemis Fowl (From the Artemis Fowl series by Eoin Colfer)

Let’s face it, quarantine would not be the hardest thing for Arty. He basically never goes out of the house.

And! He will probably also be the one to find a cure. I can just hear his brain whirring with the possibilities.

3. Hermione Granger (From Harry Potter by J.K.Rowilng)

She would read 24/7. To her it will seem like a golden opportunity to read everything she has ever wanted to!

4. Thomas (From The Maze Runner by James Dashner)

He would laugh his guts out and say, “We survived a shucking maze, the bloody relievers, the scorch and the death of several loved ones. We would shucking kill to stay at home. THANK YOU!”

[P.S. My favorite character from The Maze Runner is Newt, but as he is dead (I know, it hurts) I went with Thomas instead.]

5. Lara Jean (From To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han)

Bake, bake, crafts, bake, Netflix, bake. That seems about right.

6. Katniss Everdeen (From The Hunger Games by Suzzane Collins)

I feel quarantine will really take a toll on her mentally and she would have quite a hard time adjusting being indoors all the time. If she is near the woods, then perhaps she might be able to hunt. Nevertheles, she will always have her family to support her.

7. Augustus Waters (From The Fault in Our Stars by John Green)

He would make a lot of jokes to lighten the mood. Even if he was suffering mentally, he would try to be cheery.


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Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it!

What would some of your favourite characters do during quarantine?

Let me know in the comments. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Until Next Time...3


Thoughts of a Coffee Mug!

Thoughts of a Coffee Mug!

Hi! Hope you’re all doing well. The coffee trend has been going around for a while now. So, I thought I would contribute something a little creative. Thoughts of a Coffee Mug! Read below.

Thoughts of a Coffee Mug

||Thoughts of a Coffee Mug||

My human is NOT an early bird. She wakes up at – well, I don’t know when! I’m a coffee mug for goodness sake! I have to wait so long! You see, being a coffee mug, you are taught to be early and bright. But unfortunately, humans are not taught the same principles in a factory.

Most days are pretty ordinary. I wake up, wait for my human to wake up, wait for her to finish doing whatever she does in the room with the big white bowl. And then, at long last, she makes coffee! Ah! How that warmth wakes me up!

Then she takes me to her desk, where she proceeds to press buttons in front of a lit-up screen. Apparently, that’s her job! Ha! Can you imagine that!? Having to do nothing but to sit in front of a screen pressing buttons! It cracks me up! I wish my job was that easy.

As soon as she finishes the coffee, she rinses me out and sets me on a shelf. She’s pretty good that way. You didn’t hear it from me, but Lindy (the potted plant near the shelves) bets that the neighbours leave the mugs in the sink for days on the end! I shudder to my core thinking about it.

You must think, that’s pretty much my life. No, sir! I hate to burst your bubble, but my life is a complete rollercoaster!

Let me tell you something about last Tuesday. Well, I think it was Tuesday. It’s the only day I know. (Lay off me, I’m a coffee mug for the last time). Lindy calls me dramatic sometimes. She’s a potted plant; don’t listen to her.

Anyway, that day was perhaps, my worst day ever! She got up early for once and made coffee. As soon as she finished pouring, she violently set me down on the table, and rushed out of the house with her kid; while yelling to her husband, “It’s an EMERGENCY!”

Can you imagine the audacity!? She just left me! I tried to stay optimistic and hoped she would come back before I would have to experience the horrors of cold coffee! But she didn’t and I grew bitter and colder (literally!) by the second.

Her husband entered the kitchen twice whilst she was gone. But he didn’t even glance at me. He’s one of those green tea people, anyway.

Finally, she had the guts to come home and face me. I decided not to be angry at her. After all, I badly needed a wash. But she didn’t even come into the kitchen; she went straight to bed!

If I had eyes, they would have definitely sprouted water like humans. I don’t exactly know what it’s called. It’s when their eyes become watery and their face goes all red. Lindy tells me it’s called crying but I don’t think so. She’s a potted plant; don’t listen to her.

I sat there the whole night, wondering if that is what the neighbour’s coffee mugs felt like. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to forgive her.

At last, morning came and she came into the kitchen. She looked at me and said “Oh no!” I decided to forgive her. (Between you and me, I also really needed a wash!)

One time, I had a near experience with death. It all started with my human’s kid deciding to take me off the shelf and make “pretend coffee”. I am lucky that my human saw me and placed me back on the shelf. Or by now, I would be pieces of ceramic in a dumpster.

One night I was sleeping and dreaming about Lindy. (NOT because I like her! If you tell her I dreamt about her; you are dead to me. I will never hear the end of it! Oh, I can just hear her smug voice…)

Back to the point. I was rudely awoken by my human. And she didn’t even make her regular coffee. She made a DARK one. But I didn’t complain. I could see red circles around her eyes. After my years of service, I know that red circles around the eyes mean that humans are tired.

She took me to her desk and began pressing those buttons again. I realized she needed me to keep her awake and I puffed my, well, (hypothetical) chest. I tried my best to keep the coffee warm as long as I could. I felt pretty smug to know I could help her. I mean, what could Lindy do? Look pretty? A fat lot of good that would do.

In all, being the coffee mug of a human is hard. You have to deal with their terrible sleeping schedules. Sometimes you have to endure being left with cold coffee inside of you. But there are perks to this job too. You see them smile a genuine smile every morning when they take the first sip of coffee. They hold you tight in their hands; as if you are their whole world. You are the thing they turn to when they need to stay awake. (They don’t turn to a potted plant now, do they, Lindy?) You get to watch those moving pictures with them sometimes. (I absolutely love  those times!). But most importantly, you know your human loves you.

Thank you for reading!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments. I’d love to receive your feedback!

Until Next Time...3


Birthday Book Tag! 🎉💕

Birthday Book Tag! 🎉💕

Hi everyone! Hope you’re doing well. Today is my 16th birthday! 🎈🎉💕

The Birthday Book Tag has become somewhat of a tradition, so here we go!


Count your birth date along your bookshelf and then subtract your birth month. What book does it land on?

Peter Pan by J.M.Barrie!!! How ironic is that?!?

If you could spend your birthday with any fictional character who would it be and why?

Newt from The Maze Runner. I am currently re-reading TMR and he is my favorite character!

Find a book that takes place in the season you were born in.

I can’t think of any. Most books I read seem to take place over many seasons, instead of just one. I can think of many winter ones, but not one summer book. Let me know in the comments if you can think of one.

Find a book that is the colour of your birthstone.

My birthstone is emerald. And as I said, I am re-reading The Maze Runner.

So…downloadIt’s kind of green…

Is there a series with the same numbers of books as your age? If so what is it?

I don’t know of any. There might be.

Pick a book set in a time period, a world or country you would like to have been born in.

Harry Potter. ( Like I was going to choose anything else…)

So, that’s all! Have a great day! I plan to read all day and make the most of a quarantine birthday!

Until Next Time...3

April 2020||Wrap-Up

April 2020||Wrap-Up

Hi everyone. Hope you’re all doing well! Today I am going to be doing an April Wrap Up post. I managed to do it early this time. Hooray for me!

Those are stars, not snow. 🙂

This month felt like 20 minutes. March seemed to drag on and on. Whilst, April went by just like that. It was not very eventful. There were good days, bad days; days I just did school work, etc. etc.  It took me a while to realize that the current world situation is having a stronger impact mentally than I thought.

It is impertinent to keep your mind occupied. Feeling bored, I feel, often leads you down a never-ending spiral of thoughts. To keep my mind occupied, I mainly read, write, or watch a movie or TV show.

I love photography. It is one of my favorite hobbies. I had sort of given up on it in the last 3-4 years, and now I have taken to it again. I have a good collection of photos on my laptop now and am thinking of posting a few in a while. J

The “project” that I have been working on, (last mention in the March wrap-up post) is still going on. The main aspect of creating something of your own is the right motivation. And some days, the old motivation tank is just empty. In short, it’s going on. It’s a slow process but it’s taking a shape.

I have been having online classes. And although I deeply appreciate and respect my teachers for going the extra mile, I am still not ashamed to admit the fact: it feels terribly weird to study classroom material in a non-classroom environment. We are having a one month break from the 10th of May. That’ll give me some time to catch up on everything properly.

The main bookworm highlight of this month (towards the end) was my renewed love for The Maze Runner. I had read the books a long time back when I was not very into YA, dystopian books. Recently, I watched all three movies and am re-reading the books again. And I will say it every chance I get, “Newt should not have died.”

Books I Read:

Reckless by Cornelia Funke

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Reckless by Cornelia Funke


Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (again…)

Yeah, only 5 books this month. Despicable Act.


Little Women (10/10)

          Maze Runner (10/10)           

 The Scorch Trials (10/10)

Death Cure (9/10)

Les Miserables (9/10)

Top Songs:

Something Just Like This – Chainsmokers and Coldplay

Hey Brother – Avicii

1000 ships – Rachel Platten

Some things never change – from Frozen 2 soundtrack.

Blog Posts

March 2020||Wrap-Up

Feminism in My Life||A Teenager’s Thoughts

She’s gone…||Short Story

Poems From My Journal

Faith – A Thought

A Little Life Update…!

Book Review: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Book Review: Reckless by Cornelia Funke

I am quite looking forward to this month. It is my birthday on the 7th, and I am curious to know as to how it’ll go. I am also hoping this crisis we are in lessens and this month brings good news for us all. 

I am ever so grateful to the people who are working during these times. Thank you! 

Stay at home. Stay safe. Take care. 

Thank you for reading! Let me know you’re thoughts in the comments!

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March 2020 ||Wrap-Up

March 2020 ||Wrap-Up

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all doing okay. Today I am going to be doing a March Wrap Up post. I know we’re already almost a week in April, but I really wanted to do this, so here it is!

P.S. I would love to get some feedback on the image I designed below. It’s a step forward in my designing abilities and I really hope you like it!


This month was a whirlwind and definitely one that I will remember forever. To be honest, it started out great for me. I had just finished my annuals and was ready to begin a month of reading and writing before my new session started. Alas, just as I was getting out of my short break of doing nothing but reading and watching movies all day long, this happened.

Now, I will be completely honest and say I am not good at dealing with stress. I don’t think anyone is good at that. What happened caused my worrying scale to rise up and my reading to plummet.

After my annuals, I was awaiting the results. I had given the exams and was confident about my results and was quite looking forward to it. 13th March was the last day I went out of my house. We were supposed to go to collect our results on the 16th but instead got them online on the 27th.

And needless to say, online classes began for me and all fellow students. And I won’t lie, they are a pain.

But, on a more positive note, there were some good things that came out of all of this. First, I made an Instagram account at the ripe old age of 15. It was one of the “YES!” moments in my life. I had previously not been allowed to go on social media. Any child who grew up in a strict environment can relate to me here. I just can’t explain the happiness. Username: thebookofjess2004

I got into reading a whole new genre. Murder Mystery. It was a genre I did not divulge into previously. But, during this time, something changed. I promise I did not become mentally unhinged. I just really wanted to try something new.

I finally had the guts to watch two horror movies. I watched the Quiet Place and Better Watch Out. I am also a major fan of Doctor Who. While watching the fourth season I had skipped two episodes because they fell into the “Horror” genre. I finally watched them.  I have finally reached the stage where I can watch horror movies without internally screaming. So, that’s really good! Nothing with ghosts though, they are terrifying.

I reached 500 followers! Thank you!!!

I am currently working on a Project. It is my own personal project, not school-related. I am proud to say that I have progressed but you will get to know in a few weeks. Just a hint, it was inspired by a short story called “Venturing” which I wrote on my Stock Images Inspired Stories post. Here’s the link if you want to check it out! – Click here!              I am really excited for everyone to read it and I promise it’s going to be worth the wait.

Books I read:

One Of Us Is Lying by Karen M. McManus.

The Couple Next Door by

Heads You Win by Jeffrey Archer

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K.Rowling. (No surprise there.)

In my short break (when I had just finished my exams and the world was normal) I had read these five books my friend had given me for my birthday:

The Secret of the Old Clock

The Hidden Staircase

The Bungalow Mystery

The Mystery at Lilac Inn

The Secret of Shadow Ranch

By: Carolyn Keene. (Nancy Drew series.)


A Quiet Place (9/10)

Better Watch Out (6/10)

Frozen 2  (10/10)

Spider-man Far From Home (again…) (10/10)

Spies in Disguise (9/10)

Onward (10/10)

Bad Moms (7/10)

Top songs:

The Man – Taylor Swift

You Need to Calm Down – Taylor Swift

Rise Up – Andra Day

No Judgement – Niall Horan

Counting Stars – One Republic

Dancing Queen – (Mamma Mia soundtrack; originally by ABBA)

TV shows:

Brooklyn Nine-Nine (10/10)

Doctor Who (10/10)

The Good Place (7/10) – I have only watched two episodes.

Blog Posts:

The Book Snob Tag

Here’s to the…

Stock Images Inspired Stories

Your Name

Milestones- 500 Followers

How To Manage Stress During the Pandemic.

Quiet||A Thought

It’s going on…

One Of Us Is Lying – Karen M. Mc.Manus||Book Review||

In brief, this month was…unexpected.

I am very grateful to the people who are working so hard during this time. We all appreciate you and are so very very thankful to you. I know bloggers out there who have family members working, some of them are in direct contact with the virus. I want you to know the blogging community is a family and we all got your back!

Be safe, stay home, be healthy. We’ll get through this. Let’s hope this month is better for all of us. Lots of love to everyone.

Thank you for reading.♥

What were some positive highlights of your month? Let me know in the comments! I’d love to hear from you’ll.♥

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One Of Us Is Lying – Karen M. McManus||Book Review||

One Of Us Is Lying – Karen M. McManus||Book Review||

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all healthy and safe. These past few days there has been a bit of hope and positivity in the atmosphere, and it really feels good. Stay home and stay safe. I’ve finally caught up with the online homework and we have a short break till the 2nd of April, for which I am very grateful. It’ll give me some time to prepare myself and surrounding for what seems a few more weeks worth of online schooling.

Today I am going to be reviewing the book “One Of Us Is Lying” by Karen M. McManus. This is a murder mystery book, and also is a type of book I’ve hardly read up until now. Self-isolation led me to read books outside of my comfort zone. I’ll come back to that in a bit. Now, here’s my review and thoughts:

One Of Us Is Lying

one of us lying book cover
The cover is very creative.

Book Name: One Of Us Is Lying

Author: Karen M. McManus

Genre: YA, Murder Mystery, Coming of Age, Mystery, Fiction

Rating: 5/5


On September 24th, five Bayview High students walk into detention after cell phones mysteriously appear in the bags of four of them. Things take an inevitable mysterious turn when Simon Kelleher

dies from peanut butter oil in his water, to which he is allergic. Now, the four of them are under investigation for a possible murder.

Everyone in the school has a reason to hate Simon, because of his Tumblr page, About That. Where he posts everyone’s dirty secrets using their initials. Nothing goes amiss from Simon, the creator of About That. Upon discovering their secrets online, people have even tried to commit suicide. Everyone had a reason to want him gone.

Everything seems planned to the last detail. A car crash outside the window, the EpiPens missing from the nurse’s office.
But, the question is, why those four? How did the four people with the most well-kept secrets end up in detention together?

The nerd, the jock, the criminal and the princess. One of them is a murderer. Who is lying?

Personal Thoughts.

I came across this book a couple of months ago but put it aside because I wasn’t really into such books. The. only murder mysteries I had read were Agatha Christie’s books (whom I love). Due to self-isolation and quarantine, I found myself moving away from my comfort reads (the books/genres I love). So, I decided to read something outside of my comfort zone. I downloaded a bunch of e-books that were out of my usually preferred genres, in hopes I would fall in love with a new genre.

And I did! I will be posting a TBR for the books I plan to read whilst in isolation.

So, my little advice for being in quarantine would be: Try something new, you never know you might come to love it. And if. not, stick with the things that make you happy. Find ways to keep yourself entertained and happy. 🙂

Thank you for reading. Hope you liked it!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments. I love to hear from you’ll! ♥

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Milestones – 500 Followers

Milestones – 500 Followers

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all having a lovely day! Also, I hope you’re all healthy and safe.

Today I am rather excited. I reached 500 followers just a few days ago!!!!♥♥


First of all, THANK YOU!! I couldn’t be more grateful to the blogging community for the love and support I received in the past year and a half. I’ve always said it, and I’ll say it again, my blog is my safe place. I have not been the most regular blogger as I have to juggle the blog, school, reading, home tasks and what little socializing I do! So, thank you to everyone for always being there.

I recently made my very first Instagram account and I would like to thank everyone who has followed me on there! Here’s the handle: thebookofjess7504

Thank you for reading! Hope you have a great day!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments! I’d love to hear from you’ll!

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Your Name||A Short Story

Your Name||A Short Story

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all having a lovely day! And I really hope you’re healthy and safe!

Today I am going to be writing a story…with a certain ‘twist’ at the end. Hope you like it!

Your Name 2


||Your Name||

-Jess Pandey

“Good Morning, class! Today we have a new student with us, this is Mia. Mia is the child of one of my very close friends,” he added, somewhat proudly.

“Hi everyone,” Mia said in a soft voice. There was a chorus of welcome.

“Okay, Mia. You can sit there beside Luke.” He said gesturing to the only empty seat in the class.

“Hey,” Luke said as Mia reached the desk.

“Hi,” Mia replied in the same soft voice.

“Ok, class, settle down. Today we are going to study the laws of…”

The class droned on and by the end of it, almost everyone was almost flat on their desk. Almost everyone. Lucy, Wellington was sitting perked up in her seat. Not because she liked the class, God no! She was staring at Luke, her best friend, as he stared at Mia. Mia was trying to be the polite new student and just slumped on the desk. Meanwhile, Luke was practically laying down on his desk, staring at Mia.

As the bell rang, Mia shuffled off without saying a word. Luke meanwhile was staring transfixed into the unknown and had a goofy smile on his face. Lucy made her way to his desk and slapped him hard on the head.

“Hey! What did you do that for?” Luke half-yelled, rubbing the back of his head where she’d hit him.

“Don’t hey me! Hey Mia!” Lucy said, barely able to control her smile, as it escaped from the side of his lips.

“What do you mean?” Luke asked, turning a deep shade of red.

“Oh come on, Luke!” Lucy said, exasperated. “You like Mia! Go and make a move you stupid human!” “Also, we can finally go on double dates!” she added.

Luke sighed. Lucy had always wanted him to go on a double date with him but he never really had anyone to go with him.

“Lucy, I’m not going to ask Mia out so you can fulfill your dream! It’s only the first day! I need to know someone to take them out on a date!” Luke said.

“Well, go and make friends then! You have got to invite Mia to sit with us at lunch today!” Lucy said.

Luke sighed. “Ok, fine! But first, let’s go to English, the bell’s just about to ring!”

In the next three classes, Luke did not pay any attention. He was usually the one who always took notes and listened to the professors. But today, his mind was preoccupied with how he could ask Mia to sit at lunch with them. How would he start the conversation?

“Hey Mia, nice to meet you, wanna sit with us at lunch”

Yes, that seemed pretty good, but would ‘wanna’ be a good choice. Mia seemed to be a little posh, maybe he should refine the sentence a bit.

“Hello, Mia. Want to sit with us at lunch? We’d be delighted….NO NO NO…

He decided to go with the first one. It was him and it would feel less weird. He hoped the latter was true. The lunch bell rang. Lucy gave him a significant look from across the room and rushed out. Her locker was on the other side of the building and he knew she didn’t want to miss his awkward talk with Mia.

“Better get on with it!” he said to himself and went out of the class.

As he made his way towards the mess hall, he felt sweat on his brow and his breath started quickening. Was he nervous? It couldn’t be! He hadn’t been nervous playing football in front of 300 people but here he was, getting nervous over asking Mia.

“You need to calm down, Luke!” he said to himself.

As he took his tray from the lunch lady, he looked around the hall. Mia was standing next to an empty table, looking rather hesitant about sitting alone. Luke walked over and said, “Hey Mia! Nice to see you again! Would you like to sit with us?” (That wasn’t so bad Luke thought)

“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Luke” Mia said.

They walked over to the table where Luke, Lucy, Brenda and Samuel (twins)sat. Just as they reached the table, Lucy came running and said, “Oh!  I missed it!”

“Missed what? “ Brenda and Samuel chorused.

“Noth..nothing,” she said breathlessly, as she sat down.

Luke cleared his throat, diverting attention away from here. “Everyone this is Mia, the new kid. Mia this is Lucy, Brenda, and Samuel.”

“Hi!” Mia said, in a slightly louder voice than before.

“Where are you from, Mia?” Brenda asked.

“I’m from Washington. My parents got divorced and my mum and I moved here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” Lucy said.

“It’s okay. We’re quite happy and they divorced with mutual understanding, so there were no fights or anything.”

They talked more for a while and the bell rang. Brenda, Samuel, and Lucy rushed off to P.E. Lucy shot him another significant look before leaving.  Luke rolled his eyes and smiled.

“What class do you have now?” he asked Mia.

“History,” Mia replied

“You and me got a lot of History,” Luke sang, laughing.

“You like One Direction? I absolutely love them” Mia asked, surprised.

“Yeah! They’re like the best band in the whole world!” Luke said. “I was trying to say we have history class together, by the way.”  He added.

“Understood” Mia replied, laughing too.

They made their way towards History. It was on the other side of the building and was quite a walk.

“Hey, Luke?” Mia said, rather hesitantly stopping him.

“Yeah?” Luke said.

“I know I’ve known you for a few hours but would you mind coming over to my house for dinner this weekend. My mum would really like it if she thought I am making friends.”

“Yeah sure,” Luke replied. “Would you like to hang out sometime, maybe, you know…just the two of us?” he added, blushing slightly.

“Yeah, sure,” Mia replied, turning a delicate shade of pink.

“But I have a question,” Luke said.

“What?’ Mia asked, curious.

“What’s your full name? Like what is Mia short for?”

“Oh, it’s short for Michael. My aunt nicknamed me and it sort of stuck.”

Thank you for reading! Hope you have a lovely day!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments! I’d love to hear from you’ll!

Stay healthy and safe!



Stock Images Inspired Stories||thebookofjess

Stock Images Inspired Stories||thebookofjess

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all having a great day! And I really hope you’re all healthy and safe.

Today I am going to be doing something I saw over at Maggie’s blog. I am going to be writing short stories inspired by stock images.

Photography is beautiful. Sometimes you see so much more in a photo than just what is visible. You see the stories behind the photos. Today I’d like to share with you what I see behind these pictures.

Source of Stock Images: Pixabay

Stock Images Inspired Stories



||The “Cat”||

“Dad! I want that kitty!” squealed the little curly-haired boy, as he rushed forward to take a closer look. 

“But bud, you sure you don’t want a dog?” his dad asked. 

“No, no! I want this kitty! I want the kitty!” the little boy nearly yelled. 

“Okay, buddy! We’ll get it for you!” the dad consented. 

The boy smiled and turned to stroke the kitten. Most peculiarly, the kitten smirked and said in an almost whisper: “You’re in for some adventures, kid!”



Maria pursed her lips as she saw her youngest son wear his boots. She had reluctantly consented him to go out into The Fog, alone for the first time. 

“Well, he HAS to learn. I can’t protect him forever,” she thought, trying to console herself. 

“Now you listen to me, Harry. Don’t obey the voices. Ignore them and walk straight on. Remember The Fog changes the course of everything except the rock path. Stay on the rock path, okay? Once you reach the tree, turn around and walk back. That’ll be enough for today. You get me?” she said, shaking his shoulders slightly. 

“Yes, mum.” her son replied. 

She hugged him and opened the door. She was greeted by the cold shaft of air. Harry took a deep breath and walked out.

Maria watched him, hoping she wouldn’t lose another child to The Fog.  



Children are wonders. They see the world in a special light. To them, anything is possible. There is no limit to the imaginations of a child. 

“But, Mama. Why can’t the balloons be planets?” she asked, curiously. 

“Sweetie, they just can’t,” her mother replied placidly. 

“But you can imagine they are…” 



You can lose everything. You can lose worldly possessions. You can lose people. But you never lose one thing. It remains with you even through the hardest and darkest of times. 

The only thing that binds everyone in this universe together. The only emotion that remains constant. Hope. 

You can make it through even the darkest times, if only you have hope. 

Thank you for reading! I hope you have a lovely day!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments! I’d love to hear from you’ll!

Stay healthy and safe!♥


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Here’s to the… ||thebookofjess

Hi! Hope you’re all having a great day! We see so many little things around us. Little things that we appreciate, but then forget. Personally, I feel that I need to acknowledge them. So this post is dedicated to all the little things that come my way.

Here's to the...

Here’s to the lady who takes morning walks every day. Here’s to the mother who drops off her children to the school each morning. Here’s to the plants that grow in the cracks of the sidewalk. Here’s to the people who don’t hide their scars. Here’s to the people who accept their past. Here’s to the brother who bought chocolate for his sister with his last money. Here’s to the neighbors who say hi to each other. Here’s to all those people who miserably fail at an Aussie accent but keep on trying. Here’s to the fragile, delicate young love. Here’s to the ones who never lose hope. Here’s to all the beautiful, little things that come my way.

“The little things?

The little moments?

They aren’t little.”

– John Kabat-Zinn

Thank you or reading! Hope you liked it!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments! I’d love to hear from you’ll!




Hello everyone! Hope you’re all having a lovely day! Today I thought I would do a Q/A to let you’ll know to know me a bit better. Most of these questions I found on different Pinterest posts (Pinterest never fails you!) and some of them I came up with myself.

Q1. What did you learn a little too late?

I think the fact that even when you are willing to go the extra mile for people, most of them don’t even want to take an extra step for you. You need to recognize the people who are appreciative and loyal but they are hard to find.

Q2. What habit do you have that you think not many other people have?

I collect little things that seem extremely insignificant. A little note that someone writes to me. A pen that I love. The tag from a piece of clothing that I love. I keep these small things in a journal and currently, I have 3. (And 5 writing journals)

Q3. What are you too hard on yourself for?

I always have the feeling that I have to make things perfect. I am, admittedly, too hard on myself sometimes if things aren’t perfect.

Also, I wish that I was the type of person who doesn’t get affected by what others say. But I do. So, I guess I am a bit hard on myself when I get affected by trivial things.

Q4. What do most people underestimate about you?

I am a shy, quiet person. I used to hate talking in front of an audience. And people generally think that I am incapable of being a powerful speaker. I also sing, which hardly anyone has heard, except my sister. I do sing in school sometimes but not in my real “singing” voice. I have quite a shrill voice when I talk but while singing it’s quite deep. So, in general, people tend to think I am not an assertive speaker.

Q5.What’s the biggest sign of weakness in a person?

I feel that a person is weak if they are not able to make a sincere apology. Making someone feel bad is no achievement and it is something quite despicable. I consider a person to be weak-minded if they are not able to express their opinions, apologize for their mistakes, and cry.

Q6. If you dropped everything and went on a road trip, where would you go?

I would love to go to the Grand Canyon. I have always wanted to hike up the Grand Canyon.

Q7. What makes you angrier than it should?

The fact that I make a promise to myself to wake up and go to sleep early, but failing to do it every time just drives me up the wall!

Q8.What is the favorite part of your daily routine?

At night, when I’m done with everything, I crawl into my bed with a book and read for an hour (…or two..!). That’s my favorite part of the day.

Q9. What’s the ideal weekend for you?

The ideal weekend for me is when I don’t have the pressure to complete some of the other work for the coming week and when I’m just able to write and read.

Q10. What did you want to be when you were younger?

I badly wanted to be a detective. I don’t know why. I am a person who would like a creative and safe job. A detective’s life (though amazing) is a bit too risque for me.

Q11. If you could identify with one fictional character, who would it be?

Hermione Granger or Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter.

Q12. What are the ten things most important to you? (thing, not person)

  • My memory journal(s)
  • My writing journal
  • Books
  • My mother’s ring
  • Laptop
  • Mobile phone
  • Spectacles
  • My pillow (sounds weird but I can’t sleep with my pillow!)
  • Food ( I love food…)
  • My whiteboard

Q13.What is your favorite physical and non-physical attribute about yourself?

Physical: Hair Non-physical: My thoughts.

Q14. What do you daydream about?

I create an unnamed character and put them in a scenario and think about how it would go on. I tend to watch it in my head. Also, I am a light sleeper but a heavy daydreamer. If I start daydreaming, it will take a marching band to wake me up again!!

Q15. If your life was a novel, what would the title be?

Writing My Way Through Life. (I just typed the first thing that came to my mind!)

Thank you for reading! Hope you have a great day!💕

Let me know your thoughts in the comments! I’d love to hear from you’ll!💞

Blog Segment “My Thoughts Tuesday” Introduction||thebookofjess

Blog Segment “My Thoughts Tuesday” Introduction||thebookofjess

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all doing well. Today I am sharing a most exciting idea that I am so, so, so thrilled about. I am going to be introducing a blog segment called “My Thoughts Tuesday”!

The reason I am doing this is quite simple. I am a very opinionated person and feel that I have to give my opinion about everything. (Considering the situation, of course!) Mostly I write them down in my journal and that gives momentary satisfaction. But, I sometimes feel that by doing this, I am suppressing my voice. And nobody should feel that they are not heard.

So, I decided to start doing this blog segment. I’ll be posting my thoughts on any random subject every Tuesday. I’m open to any suggestions anyone may have! If you do, let me know in the comments down below.

Also, I will be doing this weekly along with my normal posts, this won’t be a replacement for my normal posts.

Thank you for reading! Hope you have a lovely day!

If you have any suggestions let me know in the comments. I’d love to hear from you’ll! ♥♥


Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder||thebookofjess

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder||thebookofjess

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.

There’s this funny thing about the universe. One thing or quality that might appear revolting or ugly to one may be the reason for living to another.

There’s someone who loves the crinkles by your eyes, the scars that you’ve had from when you were a wee little child. The dimple that sneaks up on the side of your cheek when you smile. The way your eyes twinkle when you talk about something you love, the stutter of your voice when you get embarrassed. The unnoticed wasps of hair falling on your face. The way little things in life have an effect on you. The look in your eyes when you daydream. There’s someone who loves your little quirks and faults. There is someone to whom you mean the world.

Indeed, beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.

Jess Pandey

Thank you for reading! Hope you have a lovely day! ♥

Let me know your thoughts in the comments! I’d love to hear from you’ll! ♥


…just live|| thebookofjess

…just live|| thebookofjess

Just live

She flung her feet over the sofa arm. There seemed absolutely nothing to do. Everything was in its place and all that needed to be done was done. She felt the urge to just do something. Her body had become used to constant movement, mind used to always focus on something.

She had long forgotten what it was like to do nothing and maybe look at the clouds. Doing nothing and just reading for the sake of reading. Do nothing and staring at the ceiling, weaving all the magical thoughts at the back of your head.

Long forgotten the delicious slumber that stole through you as you just lay there, imagining all sorts of wondrous scenarios that could never in a million years come true. Long forgotten the beautiful and elegant form of nature when looked at it through open eyes. Long forgotten what it was live without a task. Long forgotten what it was like to just live.

Jess Pandey

2019 A Year in Review||thebookofjess

2019 A Year in Review||thebookofjess

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all doing really well! Today I’m going to be doing a 2019 A Year in Review post. Sorry, this is quite late, I was really busy with school, my exams (for now) just ended and I thought, “Well, better late than never!” So here I am!


2019 did not start well. I was very sick and did not go to school. I missed a good few months of school and I got to know the reality of some people whom I called friends. I decided to re-do, restart my life because I felt it falling to pieces. I decided to start over 9th grade and paid more attention to my health, life, relationships and started to repair the broken parts. I will be describing each important aspect and how it changed for the better.

Reading: I went into what one might call a reading slump but really I was just afraid to start new books during my sickness. I came over that fairly easily as reading has always been an integral part of my life. I did introduce some changes: a) I bought real books. I had gotten into a habit of reading e-books, and although e-books are great and I still read them, I developed a habit to read more actual books. b)I started reading classics and autobiographies. c) I developed a love for the second-hand book store. I don’t know why but buying a book someone has read just makes me feel that there is more than just one story. In my book store adventures, I have found books that were printed in the 1940s – 1990s. You can see the books that were printed during the peak of WWII were printed on thin paper and with quite cheap ink indicating the economic situation. I just loved introducing these changes and felt much better.

opened book on tree root

Blogging: I did not blog a lot, as I had to concentrate on a lot of things. But I can say that this year really blogged what I loved, I blogged about things I was interested in the most and I can say that I was myself in all of those posts. The blogging community was amazing and supportive as always.

School: Not much to say. I made better friends, overcame my fear of mathematics. I used to be very afraid of public speaking and stuttered a bit, I overcame that and am much confident. I’m a very opinionated person and have an opinion about a lot of things, and it feels good to be able to voice my opinions.

Writing: I matured a bit, I feel, in this field. I guess you can tell that if you compare my previous posts with the more recent ones. My father has seen my writing since the day I started scribbling on my bedroom wall and he agrees with me.

Family: We recently moved and the new house is much more open to fresh air and peaceful. I feel that discussing my opinions at home and then projecting them to the world, helps me win many arguments or questions that might be raised against it.

Blogging community: The blogging community has been amazing. I made even more friends this year and I am thankful for each and every one of you! It really makes my day when I see a comment. It really means a lot to me to know that someone took the time to read what I wrote. heart-700141_640

Me: I have developed. I have gained more confidence. I have overcome fears. I have developed a thick skin to criticism and learned to stand up for myself and what I believe in. I have become very aware of the world around me and have become a feminist. Or rather discovered that I always was one. I went against everyone to repeat a year to bring my life in order. And I am really happy to say I succeeded.

Wishing you all a very Happy New Year! May you have a lovely year! Have Courage and be Kind! Love all of you! Thank you! 🙂

Thank you for reading! Hope you have a great day!

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