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at the beach

  Trail Of Thoughts- 30 I want to go to the beach with you at 12 in the morning. I would take multiple pictures of you, candid mostly. The moonlight, the breeze, the waves, the ocean sounds; everything feels so beautiful, just like you.   When the moonlight falls on you, your skin glows and you become even more handsome.   Your silky straight hair, parted in the middle, messy in the breeze, glows and shines as the dim street light ignites the area.   I bring my camera, fully charged to capture you smiling and looking very handsome. The solitude, the stars above us and your galaxy like eyes, all of these fill my heart with love, love towards you. You’re a lovely human.   I want to do what humans do when they’re in love. I want to wear a long skirt and run in the beach with you. I want to find shells in the sand. We can have a competition on who would find the prettiest shell. I will obviously win because you’re the prettiest pearl ever and I f

best of me

Stor-rini- 21 One thing about being someone who scores the highest in a class full of buffoons uninterested students is that you never try your best. I get the highest in my class and everyone would congratulate me for that, but deep down, my teacher and I know that it wasn’t the best of me. I can do better. Better than this at least.  When I saw my paper, I noticed all the silly mistakes I have made, very silly. I could have easily got 5 marks (more or less) if only had I applied the formulae right and maybe my brain. To add to the pain, my teacher said I should’ve got 10 marks less if it were for a strict correction. He went on saying how easy the paper was and it truly cut right through my heart. I could do much better and it’s as if a rubber sky is stopping me from flying high or my feet are tied to the ground. It’s either of that or I’m losing my mind here. I truly hope it’s not the last one. It’s definitely not worth it. The fact that I’m blaming the surroundings in the first two

i see people

100th post I know what I don’t wanna be in future. And I know what I don’t wanna become in future. I know what I don’t like And I know what I hate.   I know what I feel bad about myself.   Well, I know what I don’t want to be becoming in future.   It’s a total shot in the dark Because   There is a lot of darkness of impossibilities and possibilities that I don’t like. And futures that I don’t want to make mine.   So when I say a total shot in the dark, I mean I don’t know what I want to become.   I see people; I see them live their lives Not the way they had in mind When they first started it.   And they realized it in the mid-ways. Yet they have no other choice.   They have to live that life.   There is no turning back now.   I see that, I see that every day. I see that when I wake up. I see that when I go to college. I see that when I am in college. I see it every day, I see it in everyone .   Everyone has a fu

her universe

4-3-24   Trail Of Thoughts- 29 I always joke that when my friend dies, I will “borrow” her diary and read it. Like, binge-read it. It is so very weird and so intimate. But I really want to know what goes on in her   Universe.   Does she have the same stars As Me?   Does she also have a Curious astronaut Exploring the vast dark space with so much Pink glitter dust?   Does she also have planets in her solar system with her favourite homes in each of them?   Does she also associate new people she meets to old people she met?   Does she think of little perfect things in every corner of this large floating sphere?   Does she also love watching Disney movies, Maybe re-watching them?   Does she often think of Escaping the reality And meet up with her Curious exploring astronaut In a cute pink (baby pink) space suit?   Does she wonder about all the undiscovered planets , Waiting to be unlocked as The game of life Continues to le

watched a movie

  I saw this movie yesterday, it’s called “gaami” and it was the most beautiful dystopian Telugu movie I have ever seen. This kind of dystopia, I think, is the first time in Telugu films. I loved it so much. I'm not one to watch movies or even write about one and if this movie got me reviewing it, you should understand it’s kind of a big deal to me. And to the movie too lol.   Sto-rini- 20   It all started when I first watched ted-ed’s video "  Why should you read "The Handmaid's Tale"? - Naomi R. Mercer  " and I was like “hmmm,  tell me why?  ?” I clicked on the video and it was the best video I’ve seen all day. It was 12 am, I searched on Google, “handmaid’s tale pdf free download”, and I clicked on the first reasonable  link  I saw and quickly switched off my wifi connection and made myself comfortable. Meaning I put my books away. I clicked on the pdf in my downloads folder and lo and behold my journey began. I was so excited the whole time, like w

land to land

3-3-24 I should be studying now.   Trail of thoughts- 28   When I first bought a size 32 jeans, I was surprised. I was scared too. Why do I need a bigger pant? So I’m not just fat, I’m getting fatter now?   I hated the feeling. It lasted a while. When I wore them for the first time, the stormy tornado in my chest calmed down and a summer breeze hit my heart. It felt like a long drive down the bridge with the beautiful clear river on either side.   As I was processing it, my mind so confused, a smile was born on my face. My hands in the air, my hair in the breeze, the cycle floating down the bridge, it felt like a revolution.   The land I was leaving was so dark and thorny; it was full of fluffy colours but very so aching. I was almost always breathless and fearful of what might happen. The unpredictability ate up my mind and my mouth toothless.   The land I was so happily leaving, The land I no longer belong to, The land I no longer fit into, It’s the very

re-remembered

 I like to remember while my brain loves to forget. But it's fun because every time I try to remember something, I remember little details I 'missed' before. It adds to the beauty of the memory.    Trail Of Thoughts- 27 Written on 10 th Jan, 2024.   I completed my exams last week. A whole year’s work had me exhausted. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to sleep in the exam hall. I completed in an hour. Anyways, I was relieved but not as much as I thought I would be. I imagined that I’d be soaring with freedom as my wings, flying into the fluffy water floating above ground. I thought I would be happier, my life more colourful, like my vision would become like those toy camera- colourful, soft and lovely.   But I was wrong, well partially.   I did feel happy, the harsh cold weather felt like a breeze and my locks flew in it.   My vision did become like one of those toy camera, the visuals were soft, joyful, lovely, happy and in one word, “Perfect”.