An Orange Cloud

Trail Of Thoughts- 13 (the devil number indeed)     If you ever attended a maths class (trying to keep it extremely general), you may have noticed the alphabets come to play as you study higher.   One thing I noticed that was quite peculiar is that, the first few letters are considered to be constants and the last letters as variables. This made me think. How the humans are connected to maths and its beautiful language. Human life. The first few years of all humans are basically constant. They are all cute, adorable (and annoying). As life goes by, the humans change. They don’t stay constant anymore. As they say, change is the only constant, the humans change so much in the course of their life that at the end of it, they are variables. They change all the time.   Their values change according to the equation they are in. In the sense, the situation, place, and phase. People’s values change.   I learnt two things here. We can choose our own equation and consider our worth based on the

We all feel burnt-out at some point in our lives. And this is my story of the most burnout I’ve ever been/felt. (whichever is grammatically right.)     Sto-rini- 9     Usually I’d feel burnt-out after a long day and that’s one kind for me. But this, this is fairy new to me. I am so burnt-out that even this unproductiveness is not affecting me. Usually I’d freak out about not being productive enough even during the phase. But this time, I’m just accepting that I need a break.   Too much pressure would break the crayons and I’m not talking about just crayons rn. So I decided to pause it all this time.   Wanna know what I did instead of freaking out? I decided to draw. I drew some stuff then I found a colouring book and coloured some pages of rainbow laddoos and funky ganesha. I need better colouring books. Then I took a break and did some skincare. A facemask. Then I slept for so long, peaceful. Then I sat before my computer and started doing something productive and suddenly it stopped

Trail Of Thoughts- 12 Its rainy season and it’s only fair to use an umbrella now. I carry my umbrella everywhere in case it starts pouring, hard. But sometimes I want to carry it even if the forecast shows clear skies for hours; in fact, I want to use it even during the ‘clear skies’.   Why, you ask. Number of reasons crossed my mind and stayed above like a cloud ready to p1ss. I’ll tell you why.   Umbrellas help me. They help me hide from people I don’t wanna talk or look at. Yes, yes, im an extrovert but sometimes I need some alone time as well, some time to reflect on myself. for e.g., realize how rude I was to a student, how I could’ve offended someone with a ‘funny’ joke, how I could’ve just kept my mouth shut at some point, how I could’ve just walked out but decided to stay and watch the disaster unfold itself- you get it.   It’s more like im exhausted than being defensive.   It’s like an artificial block from people. I can lower the umbrella, as the saying goes, ‘cat closes its