An Orange Cloud

 [before reading this, make sure you are upto date with the story line! if not, go read the earlier SIX chapters right here in my blog (for free!). click on the label "i cant sing" and everything you want is right there, in front of you <33 but ifyoure like me and want to be spoonfed although being an adult, here's the link .]   Nakshatra     What what what what whattttttt just happened???? Did Aditya just hold my hands OH MY GOSH.   I walk- no run to the classroom before it’s too late. Just when I enter the room, Srinivas sir comes from behind. Everyone stands up to greet him. I squirm to my desk. Amrutha says in a whisper, “Why’s your face all red?? Are you not well? Did you vomit?” before I say a word, sir hears her and says “Nakshatra, if you are not feeling fine, please go to the nurse and don’t disturb my class. Why is every good student binging me trouble today?” “I’m fine sir” I stand up and sit down immediately. “Who else was it sir?” chi...

  I sometimes imagine that if my future self would pop out of thin air and talk to me they'd say, "Live more, love more." Well, that's what I would say to my younger self. I may not be super old, but I sure existed for a bunch of years and lived a couple.   You know how life doesn't seem to "start" unless one day you way up with an existential crisis and realise you're a living being and not just some non player character in a stimulation. (That's a discussion for another day)   My point is that we all start one day. Some start early (pity you), and some start late. Some probably don't even start. And all of them have one thing in common. They all want to leave a mark on this planet or somewhere saying, "I was here."   And how do you do it? You live.   So the bit of advice I, as a living human, would give to all the existing beings is to live more and love a lot more.     So what would YOU say to your young...

 I know I can’t sing But I would sing all the love songs for you. I know I can’t write But I would write a thousand poems about you. I know I can’t dance But I would dance till I die for you. I know I can’t draw But I would draw the world for you. I know I can’t bake  But I would bake the perfect cake for you. I know I can’t cook But I would make the perfect dish for you. I know I’m flawed But I’d try to become perfect for you. I know I can’t fight But I’d be the knight in the shining armour for you. I know I can’t cry But I would dry my eyes if I have to. I know I can’t have you now But I will try my best to move on from you. For me.