An Orange Cloud

  It’s just January  Trail Of Thoughts-44 January can be the month of optimism. It has that potential AND the advantage.   It is the beginning of the year. No one can dampen your spirits or say a word that can falter your enthusiastic looking forwardness to life. Because it IS the beginning of the year.   It is a new beginning.   The other day, I was feeling a little down on not following through on my routine I planned for myself for the year. Then it clicked. It’s just January. I still have the whole year to mess-up- I’m kidding. It’s a huge relief. It is only five days in; it is a safe space for fuk-ups and failures. It is okay.   I saw a YouTube video the other day that talked about feeling overwhelmed when starting a new thing on the account of New Year. We put resolutions- a goal- an end, and fall back on the means. It gets overwhelming. The solution was to consider short term goals, instead of long term, to get the momentum goin...

 Nostalgia is the driving force for documentation  Trail Of Thoughts-43 At least for me, it is.   Every time I pick up my camera or the camera app in my phone, I think about how cool it would seem to re-visit the memories in few years time. It’s weird to be already living in the future while not even being in the present.   When experiences already turn into memories, it feels like self-sabotage at this point. Sabotaging the sweet enjoyment of the gift of now. The idea of imagining opening a time capsule while actively being the very item in it.    It’s hard not to think of any other reason when we document a moment, freeze the time, capture the present.   Wearing the lens of a different time, trying to look at the ‘now’ with a matured feeling, while simultaneously experiencing the moment with raw emotions, freshly. This might be the opposite of overthinking with the most similarities to overthinking. The concept of overthinking is pr...

  Heh, im back.  like i never left.   Sto-rini-29 Enough nonchalance,     HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I MISSED YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH!!!!   Im very excited to be back. Funny how many people asked me about my blog, IN REAL LIFE. Makes you think posting is all public to the world haha. Kind of a reality check, honestly. It didn’t clock to me properly how visible this is to the public; I didn’t know I was standing on business.   I have counted the number of posts I missed (excluding the out of the blue hiatus announcement) and it is 13. Such a great coincidence, amirite? 13 posts is a little over 4 months of break. That’s a lot. The one thing I always had pride about my blog is the consistency and this is a blow to the core of my heart.     A lot has happened in the past few months, lot of adulting experiences (that I truly despise). These experiences showcase the inevitable passage of time and its effects on us merely, mortal...

 Before I say anything, I’m sorry. My last post has been on 20th august, well actually I removed my last post on 20th so technically; my last post has been on 10th august. It’s been 40 days since I have last updated my blog. Feels realllllly weird but ig the jinx finally caught on.  I kept thinking the main goal in a blog is consistency but when the quantity is prioritized over quality, the passion for the act fades away quicker. The pressure to catch on, the ticking clock as it hits 12am every 10 days was getting under my skin. I used to look forward to posting and sharing my poems and thoughts but lately it became all about just posting. Without any real idea or thought. In the words of an anonymous commenter on my most interesting blog post in a while I need to “post something interesting”. That stung. A bit. No, actually a bit more than I would like to admit. It came to this point where telling people I had a blog felt more exciting than actually posting in it which is so ...

Having siblings is the weirdest thing ever. peachrinq instagram in their reel talked about it pretty well. (Exceptionally well) So well that I’m completely ditching my original post for the day and typing this on the day of posting.   Trail Of Thoughts- 42 My point is having someone living in your house, having the same parents as you, sharing half your genes (and still looking like a rat); staying in your life (not minding their own business) if you want it or not for the rest of both of your lives (fortunately), fighting you for every waking moment of their lives, with their sole purpose to embarrass you, and at the same loving you unconditionally, being unable to bear it when disrespect hits either of you from anyone (it could be your own parents), having their back even if miles apart (kilometers isn’t pretty to say in poetry) is what makes siblings weird.   Would I recommend having siblings? Well it’s not my place to say, but I’d definitely recommend it. ...

The riddle of life Sometimes I think about how some things would’ve been totally different had I took the other or different decision.   Trail Of Thoughts- 41 What if I did continue with the other school after 10 th and not chose Kv ultimately suffering whole other battles there? I wouldn’t have met and unmet the many lovely people I now know and love so deeply.   What if I chose the other CA academy? I wouldn’t have met my favourite group of people I now cherish with all my heart.   What if I never decided to write two groups of cma at once? I wouldn’t meet the amazing group of rankers I now love to talk with every day.   What if I didn’t forget to apply for registration of ITT course and registered sooner than I actually did? I wouldn’t meet my dear friend.   What if I joined the other firm for my articleship? I wouldn’t have known there are many people whom I would recognize from my previous life, if there is one. I wouldn’t have had th...