My Hobbies Are Artinya Novels & Stories

“What other hobbies do you have that I don’t know about?” “Darts ain’t exactly a hobby. It’s an excuse to hang out with my friends and drink beer. They’ve been trying to get me to join a volleyball league but it doesn’t interest me. I’m in a book club, but half the time I don’t read the damn ‘literary’ books they pick because they’re total downers.”

Save for my miraculous healing from a heart disease, but he didn’t need to know that. “Well, how about your hobbies? Favorites?” That was harmless information, so I decided to give in. “Swimming, dancing, reading...the normal stuff.” I watched as our waiter poured wine in my glass. I mouthed a thank you once he was done. “I do painting, too. It makes me complete. I sell my original paintings and do commission portrait drawings. I’m ambidextrous, and I can eat like a horse and not gain any weight—such unimportant stuff, but if that helps you know more about me, then there, I said it.”

"So tell me something about you that isn't drama. Hobbies, guilty pleasure, anything." I blinked, taken aback. "What?" "Come on," he said with a smile. "I need to know. There has to be something more to Nadira than school, stress, and furious billionaires." I smiled softly. "You're crazy." "And you're not telling me anything," he teased. I paused, then exhale. "Okay. I like to draw. Not that I'm any good at it, but it relaxes me." "See? That wasn't so hard." He leaned back, smiling. "I never would've guessed you. You don't exactly look like the artsy sort."

“I don’t know. A hobby? Something you enjoy doing when no one’s watching?” She was quiet for a moment, considering. Then she said, “I like to paint.” “Really?” “Well, I’m not very good at it, but…” Celeste looked down at her plate. “It’s one of the few things my mother…” She shook her head as if stopping herself from saying something. “It’s just a hobby.” “I’d love to see your work sometime,” I said. Celeste looked up at me as if surprised. “You would?” “Of course. Art is personal. It says a lot about who someone really is underneath everything else.”

She asked him making him sit back and look at her attentively. "I like to read on nature and science. Gardening is my favourite time pass. Archery is my evening time play. I play with guns and have a big collection. I also like snooker. I am also a gym freak. What about you?" Ferris spoke casually. It was first time some one actually asked him about his hobbies. Hazel was though impressed but a little afraid of his extra dangerous hobbies such as archery and playing with guns... "I.... I read books...umm love stories more.... I love cooking and baking.... I also like dancing.... I love to dress up though it can't be counted in hobbies... I love horse riding. That's all..." he smiled at her t

I answered without looking at him. “Hmm. Want me to help you out?” “Sure.” He was silent for a while. “What are you most passionate about? What do you see yourself doing?” I thought about it for a while, closing the book. “I don't know. I've never thought of that till now.” A pause. “But I like art.” “Art, hmm? Art has many forms, sweetheart. Mirror it down. What exactly do you like about art?” “I like… I like reading a lot. Prose, poems, books. Anything literature. I tried writing once, but life happened and I had to stop. But that passion has never gone away.”

Yes, I could do it. "So what do you like doing? Your hobbies?" I asked instead, and I was surprised that I could actually ask about someone without being asked first. Maybe because I didn't get to hold real life conversations that much, I didn't know what I was capable of doing. "I like playing games and graphic designing. I like sports too. Basketball and swimming to be precise," he said, and I was really surprised to know he did all that, "What about you?" "Playing games. Music. Cooking. Reading too. Nothing really fantastic," I responded.

With anything and for anything it's good. - You become a stylist now? - I ask turning to her seeing her bed with several pieces of clothing. - I like anything related to arts, fashion enters. I even think about doing it. Painting and sculpting are my passions and hobbies, my leisure, I don't want to turn this into a profession. Our hobbies are meant to help us escape routine and stress, Mom said. If our leisure becomes a duty, where would we rely on to escape reality? (...) What are your hobbies? - He asks me, rummaging through his closet.

He replied and continued walking which I also did. I sighed and decided not to talk, obviously if he hadn't come to rescue I would have been eaten by the rogues by now. “So what do you like doing?. What are your hobbies?”. He asked as we walked. “What do you guys have?” I asked from behind him,he squirmed and I saw sparkles in his eyes,a brash smile appeared on his face. “We have a lot of them, martial arts, horse racing , knitting and others' '. He replied and continued walking.

“There’s not even a thing you like about her.” Leaning in, I rested my hands on my thighs, and I searched my mind for something—anything. "Nothing; we have nothing in common. She doesn’t love music and is not a fan of art. What did she say her hobbies were?” I rubbed my chin as I attempted to remember our conversation. It was hard to remember when anger had clogged my ears. She came an hour and thirty minutes late, yet not a sorry slipped out of her mouth. ”I can’t even remember her hobbies. Oh, I think her hobbies are swimming and dieting.” Lean back into the vinyl chair. “How can a person’s hobby be dieting?”