An Orange Cloud

  Chapter 9     “Why do you even care, Aditya?” Nakshatra huffs at me, barely reaching my shoulders. I stand there in shock, towering over her, my eyes wide, brows scrunching in disbelief.   ‘Why do I care? What do you mean why do I care , Nakshatra?’   My fists clench on either side of my body. My breath catches.   ‘Of all the things you could say, you’re asking me if I care ?   Let me remind you one thing, Nakshatra. Every single day for the past year, we have been walking to school TOGETHER. And I know you wait for me so we can go together. We always walk together. Usually we would talk or I’d be listening to music while you speed walk with me; we do it nonetheless.   But today, you just randomly decided not to walk with me? When I was passing by your home, I glanced out of habit and didn’t see you outside like usual; many reasons for your being late rushed in my mind. I thought maybe you overslept, or you got sick w...

Aditya Studying is good. It’s good for a good life. Only good, not great. I have heard of people being great in life and most of the time it’s not because they studied really well in school, college, topped every exam, and won a gold medal for being the topper of toppers. I don’t think studies are the answer for everything. Yes, there are people who are academically blessed, who are just really into academic validation, but honestly, i'm not very fond of them. Any human, any student must have some extra-circular specialty. It’s very importan-   “ADITYA” screams the social teacher, at an attempt to catch my attention. “f-ck” ah f-ck sorry. Ahh shit. I mumble real hard. “I’m sorry sir” I say standing up. Ah there comes the chaos, I can feel the people murmuring all around me, it makes my skin crawl. What’s so interesting about me?? “Pay attention, now sit down.” He says sternly. I can’t believe I got distracted in social class. I’ll continue the ted-talk later.   Coupl...

 [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...

  Aditya   I’m very observant. Well, not to flex but I can notice little things easily. And since I don’t speak a lot, I don’t come off as such. Why, you ask? I really don’t know. I just don’t like exhausting myself by expressing myself a lot. What’s gonna happen if I do speak to others? It’s not like they will solve anything. Then why speak at all?   It’s also a win-win for me. I don’t get to speak and I can protect my chords (vocal I mean) from getting f-ed up. Sorry for the bad language. I can’t speak badly at home and not even here?   *bREAkiNG tHE fOrTH wALL* Rini: I’d like to keep it family friendly, Aditya.   Oh. Can I say once more? Hmmm f off.   Ok, anyways. I am not violent though. I do (used to) fight, only in the ring, not outside, my couch is very and I mean very strict about that. TMI much?   It’s currently 8:20 am. I just bid bye to my mom who was smiling warmly, a well meant smile. She is a petite woman in ...

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 e...

 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, sh...

 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 ...

  HELLOWW everyone!!! This is an announcement that I am now continuing the story to “ I can’t sing ” poem (on popular demand). This is will officially be our second episode. I have a whole season planned out for you all!! I’m VERYYY excited for you guys to check what I have in store. Just read this and at the end I’ll post more details <3333     I can't sing Episode 2- the beginning of it all   Recap to the previous episode: (if you haven’t read the post , do it now!!) A girl, who can’t sing, has a crush on the lead singer of the band she is the lyricist of. After a couple of upbeat songs, they decide to do a soft love song. She loves to write and write about love. Her muse? It has always been him. While selecting a poem from many she has written over the year, he happens to choose the one that’s about ‘your crush loving someone else’, well in a way. Her heart is broken and now we are here.     It was a little over a year ago; Nakshatra just moved to the...