An Orange Cloud

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 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 ...

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 schedu...

 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...

I want to sing till I can’t breathe All because I want you to notice me.   Oh, I can’t sing, Yet I find all the lyrics To sing the right thing. Everything is rhyming.   I can’t sing, But I wish I did. So I can turn All awkward lines into songs.   I can’t sing, And you can. I’ll write all my love, And you’ll sing it out loud.   I can’t sing, Do you even know I love you? Do you ever think about me, While you’re singing in the crowd?   I can’t sing, To you I’m just a poet. But I’m a girl, Confessing though your songs.   To you.   I can’t sing, But I can learn, If it’s the only way You’ll listen.   I wrote many songs, Yet you choose the one, That stabs my heart In the right place,   A song about Loving Someone Else.   Do you know? Or do you not?   How much I love The way you are.   How is it that When you sing Your eyes Never...

Today  I  was thinking of you, like always, while  I was  falling asleep.  A few years from now, we will get married, have children, get them married and have grandchildren.  By that  time  we would be retired. I want to buy a house on the outskirts with some land and a two-story individual house for us. I will stop dyeing my hair black and peer pressure you into stopping  too . You would look so handsome with grey/silver hair. I would oil my hair every day so that when I washed it,  it’d  be silky, curly and bouncy. We would be competitive about who has better hair  and  obviously, you will win because  you’re   handsome always . Our kids and their kids would  come  visit us during festivals and spend a week. I hope our kids come  visit  us for every festival. I hope we raise them right and that they love us truly.  During summer, our grandchildren would be dropped off by their p...

  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 pretti...