Any clue what my title says? Yeah, I guess so. So, now that I have started with a new post on every Thursday and Sunday, I thought of writing a chapter from my life, and well the backstory is that I had a terrible life before grade 7, filled with insecurities and boredom, so let’s start with the first day of grade 7, new school, … Continue reading Meet your new classmate!
Typical Sundays, when you look back lazily to days that made you feel low. Or maybe made you rise. Continue reading Typical Sunday mood.
I always have been the sort of person who’d be afraid of even hurting someone else let alone hurting myself. I have been in a problem for past few days and so I couldn’t write but now that I’m writing, I want you to know that you can get through anything if I got through this phase. I know it is hard to handle situations when none is under your control, but what you can always do is speak the truth and not be afraid of death. Death should be the only thing you fear, if you don’t fear death there’s only one thing for you to fear- LOVE. Love of siblings, friends, love of town, love of family- love ruins it all. But love saves you the dillemma of choosing between death and a problematic life. Love is what makes you suffer horrible things just to make sure you live for it. Love will be your weakness, but then love is your strength. Continue reading “LOVE- Be Brave.”
Some people are good at sticking to one place, relationship and job, they can spend their whole life showing off their loyalty and stability but that’s not anything I think is worth showing off, I believe commitments to stay create boundations and everything that binds you, stops you from growing. I don’t believe in people who on one hand claim to say that they are fun loving and at the same time judge people on the way they enjoy. We humans are mortal, and who cares about you after a hundred years or for that matter even fifty years of your death? Continue reading “A GIRL who knows how to fly.”
I went to school after so long and as expected people stared at me as if I were some alien. The day started off very well, I woke up early in the morning and took out my school dress, ironed, just as it was a month back.
Continue reading “An extract from her diary (3)”
WRITTEN BY SHREYA NARANG, ORIGINALLY POSTED ON TUMBLR.COM/BLOG/WECINITY
Following is a fictional conversation between an 18 year old from 2016 and an 18 year old from 2070, let’s have a look on how they talk about environmental conditions around.
Continue reading “A CONVERSATION WITH 2070”
It’s been long since we last met, a month to be exact, I missed you. I couldn’t touch you because I was too busy in handling my family’s pain of losing my brother.
Continue reading “An extract from her diary. (2)”