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chapter 5 of 'i cant sing'

By Rini -
before diving into this, make sure youre upto date with the story!! check out the first 4 chapters (i called them episodes before) by clicking on this link :  i cant sing okaaay lets begin!! . “What are you giggling about, N?” he says to me in a dramatically villainy voice but with a whiff of goofiness. It’s Madhan. Our drums guy. What do they call them? Yes, drummer.  “You’re too young to understand my humour M” I say with a smug. “GOD IT’S JUST 1 MONTH. You’re older by one month N; you make it seem like a whole year.” He says pouting. Madhan literally looks like a teddy bear. He is not very scrawny and not very round. He is a perfect blend of muscle and fat. He has a charming smile and eyes to die for, my friend’s words, not mine. Unlike Aditya who is the heartthrob of many, Madhan is actually residing in all the girls’ hearts. He has an easy going personality and eyes that always search for mischief. On the stage he is a completely different person. If Aditya and I didn’t exchange t
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regret #2

By Rini -
  I love my wife a lot. I love her so much and I make sure to be a green flag as they say on the Internet and tell her that every day, every hour.  We are high school sweethearts; years have gone by and she aged like a fine wine. Her eyes shine like golden apple under the sunlight (my only reason to go with her on morning walks). She has really pretty curly hair flowing down her shoulders; she braids it but I love it more when she lets the breeze play with her locks. “You should have children; they complete your life and marriage” say our relatives. She completes me and I her, I think to myself inside while smile awkwardly out. As for our marriage, we tried but later discovered she had ovarian cancer and had to let the baggage be taken away, metaphorically and literally. Since then we stopped dreaming about little humans in our sweet home. Sometimes we feel lonely but we feel better as we hear are next door neighbor fail miserably at pacifying her 3 month old.  I love my wife so much.
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regret #1

By Rini -
Diary entry “Never end a conversation on a bad note” I see this quote everyday in some sorts of ways. In many stories the ending is the same tragedy, the other person dies. And the guilt and regret eats the surviving person alive.  Survivor’s guilt, they call it. But I was not even in the same car when this happened. Today is Sunday, a bright day. But my plan for today doesn’t include a minute of ‘bathing in the autumn sun’ or ‘ruffling in the park’ or even ‘looking out the window daydreaming’. I am strictly busy. I have exams and I cannot afford to slip any minutes now. “Your marks are in your hands. All the time. Our job is done and the rest 80% is yours to be done” the words of my statistics teacher echoes in my head. My brain is filling with dopamine, I love studying. It’s great about it people don’t get it. You learn new things and they test you on it. What’s so worrisome about it?  It is so ironic that I think this yet I still have my heart palpitating at my study schedule. It’s
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episode 4 of "i can't sing"

By Rini -
 i called them episodes in the first place and now i can't take it back. before reading this, you have to go read the first three episodes, you can find them on my blog label "i can't sing"!! here's the link.  i cant sing     Uma found me walking to school and decided to join me as a good friend. Only I was sad that I wished it was someone else. You know what; I am not going to think about him for a while now. I have a friend right beside me who is happy to see me just like you when you see him - shut up brain!! I need to learn how to be a good friend. I should talk to her and give her good company. You can’t deny it- ahhh .   “Soo, I think you liked the poem from last week, huh?” Uma was THE happiest when she read the love poems I showed. There are more in wip that they don’t know about. Her reactions to my poems were what kept me on the ship while his were crashing me from all directions. No I will not think about him. When she saw my broken face, she
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Garden of love

By Rini -
   Would be nice to read with “ Birds of a feather ” by Billie Eilish.     Just when my flowers bloomed You decide to question my growth, Leading to my eternal doom Break my hope and heart both.   Right person wrong time. Never hated the fine line Between stranger and lover, Anymore than I do now.   What if I assure of my love? Would you be willing to love My flowers and their bloom, Without letting them doom?   Would loving you be a regret? I would rather be your friend. But I guess we will forget If we let go of our safety net.   But my heart wouldn’t listen to my brain, When it says let him go. My heart would rather wait in the rain, Than leave my flowers wither in vain.   Sunshine and water, I need for my flowers To grow and bloom Over the fence of our home.   But all I see Is grass not green, But sky so dark Glooming with clouds.   The garden of love Is now watered with my tears Tears of love, Now leaving my heart.   The black stormy clouds Surrounding my house, Destroying every b
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to me

By Rini -
i have seen it all, The darkness lurking all around. i have experienced it all, The many wounds on my heart show it all. . Is there any love left inside of me? Am i even worthy of anything? These questions keep me awake While my tears dry up on my face. . Barren land surrounds my broken home i can’t even find a single brick of hope Tragedy fills up my eyes, While a smile covers my bleak life. . What is life without living, but a shell with nothing; Not even a life, if you ask me. . i can sense myself falling, falling, falling, falling Nothing to grab on to Nothing to live for, Except to hold on Till i stop falling one day. . Is not falling better than falling? Is life prettier if i stop falling down, ... And fall in love? . But what if   i’m incapable of love? What if life is but a lesson? What if my life was never worth anything? . All the while i fall, in the dark, dark night i wish for a star, a wish so subtle i
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episode 3 of "I can't sing"

By Rini -
 before attacking this one, check out the first two episodes. click here for Episode 1 and Episode 2 “I really really like you Aditya!” I exclaim, my heart beating louder than the bullet bike that passed us. My vision is blurry, my brown hair is flying all over my face because of the wind, and the traffic is nonchalant. This was not exactly what I had in my mind when I wanted to confess to him. But I loved it nonetheless. And I never even guessed this would happen. Every morning when I walk to school, I would see him walk with confidence and allure, or that’s what everyone says about him. But all I see is a socially awkward guy who doesn’t want to start any conversation with anyone. He wears his black ear buds and holds his phone in his left hand. His school bag is completely black like he is hiding some dark secrets. The school uniform fit his physique like it was made for him. His tall frame really complements the proportions of the uniform. The uniform is red checked shirt and crea
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