I was going through my possible reasons for being depressed and I stumbled upon them. 1. I might have lost my value, my self-esteem in my own eyes. If not, no rejection, or no non-conference could have affected me. 2. I might have lost the touch of that moment in my life where I was … Continue reading Depressed?
This is (not a story) about a friend of mine who helped me open up in a new and an intimidating environment. It is a story not about how he motivated me to speak up, or to be confident at what we discussed. No. It is a bit different set up. We both figured our … Continue reading A nexus around nabe detection
The time was flauntless, No worry could reap, The roads were moving smoothly, where no stones could weep! I hurdled and stooped suddenly only to see if my friend, was good behind me! A revoking thought occurred that put an end to my normality I gushed to an open space unknowingly to hit the present … Continue reading Worst is over..
“What is the LCM of 15, 20, 30 and 40?” asked my Mathematics teacher, whom we used to refer as ‘Strict Sir’. And exactly like Darsheel from Tare Zameen Par, I was ready to be humiliated with the punishment in front of the whole class. I was expecting it. It had become a daily routine … Continue reading The day I got 99/100 marks in Mathematics and was hit by self- awesomeness.
I had always wondered, what would it be like to have a peaceful dinner date with yourself. You with your plate, and your thoughts. Wouldn't that be just sad? Like, forever single! Are you?? Well, it wasn't exactly the case when I knocked at the counters of the restaurants half a score and they all … Continue reading That Biryani.. No. That Ambience.. ~Mani’s Dum Biryani
Got Google mini. Set it up and all ready to use it. Me: Hello google. Please play a song. Google Mini (GM) : playing song from Google songs. Starts playing a sad song. Me: hey google, next song. Starts playing new song. This time Bhangra with good beats. It is 11.30 in the night at … Continue reading 1st date with Google Mini
My Grandpa asked me, "Do you want to go again?" And I cried . It was 5 years ago, when my Grandpa came to visit us and he just loved the independence he felt in strolling down the road with trees on both sides and at night, sipping his favourite drink while humming the songs … Continue reading Would you like to go again?