An Orange Cloud

He is always saying that they have nothing in common but she, a sitcom addict, says that’s where magic happens.   Trail of thoughts- 23 When people are different, there is space between their hearts. One can say that their love for each other and them as a whole is common enough. But she says that the bridge that connects their soul is built by them with their own minds and hands. “If we have nothing in common, so be it. We can do or create hobbies that both of us can enjoy doing together”.   Maybe just love is enough, but are you sure?   He loves watching movies and series. He loves re-watching his favourites. She passes her time watching 20 minute recap of famous movies. She thinks movies today are lengthy without a story.   So, he made it his life’s mission to narrate her movies he watched, re-watched and loved so far. That works for both of them.   She loves writing. She writes poetry and sometimes stories. When she asks him to read th...

  Every 5 days a month, I feel alive. I feel human. Very human. I feel. A lot.   Every 5 days a month, I am willing to sacrifice my future for the present pleasures.   Every 5 days a month I’m willing to go to the edge of death to accomplish something in the future.   Every 5 days a month, I wish to be anything other than being alive.   Every 5 days a month, I feel so so so happy to be alive.   Every 5 days a month, I wonder about the:-   Every 5 days a month, I feel alive. I feel human. Very human- and the cycle repeats.

  Oct 29 th , 2022     Sto-rini-  18 Today I went upstairs to dry some clothes but then I noticed that there was no space left for my clothes. Clothes everywhere, on the wire, in the bucket, on the racks. Some dried, some half dried, some wet like mine. I looked around but then just gave up and sat in one of those weird broken but still usable chairs. Then a drop fell on my hand. It started sprinkling almost immediately as if it warned me to seek shelter. I ran inside the shed next to the stairs to the terrace, almost scared that it was raining acid. It could be literally possible keeping in mind the pollution and other hot sh1t around the world. (Pun intended).   I always hated getting in the rain. The reason? It was the weird wetness and damp clothes adhered to my skin and the breeze that sends a shiver down my spine. It’s the fog on my glasses that leave me blinded for a second, it’s the time taken for my wet hair to dry off, and it’s the risk of be...

  I don’t want anyone waiting on me I would run to them if I have to Cuz I know how bad it hurts To wait for someone who won’t return   But hey I want you to wait for me I want you to cry for me I want you to be me for a day Be in my place just one day   Now tell me how it feels Does it hurt? Does it not? But we both know that it sucks To be the only one Who really cares In the first place   I just want to be home Home with you No more waiting Just together with you   Though it’s not possible I want to give it a try I don’t want to regret Not trying that night   Waiting for you and I To become us Well it’s not that simple   We can always stick them together Add a little sparkle And make our fantasy palace with no people   I’m waiting for us to be Not just some characters from a movie But “us” in the history To look back on our memories   Waiting for us to Look b...

 alternative title: why i love the stars I love the stars Because they tell me How small we are   How disappearance Doesn’t affect us all   How I can just vanish And people would still love me   They tell me how loving we are By being bright so far I look at them and Find tranquility   The night dark sky Doesn’t cloud the sky’s light   It’s still bright as ever It teaches me to be high forever   It tells me to Aim for it And maybe one day I can reach it   We are so insignificant Little happy humans Small cute creatures Trying to find love   I’m sure the stars Look upon us And smile to themselves Because we are so lovely   “Oh humans! Oh so little creatures! Always fighting for love, always wandering for love, always searching for love, while it was there all along, in their very own souls! When they notice it, it’s when they are at peace. Love is everywhere and so is...

November 26 th , 2022   How are we so different from machines? Machines are programmed to work and we are doing this ‘voluntarily’.   Trail Of Thoughts - 22 Today in economics class, there was a topic about biotic and abiotic components of the ecology. And the definition kind of surprised me. All living things are called biotic, but are all biotic things actually living? I remember when I was younger, the definition we had was more like “things that can breath, feel and grow” are biotic.   “Feel and grow”, I’m coming back to this.   In Telugu there are two words, jeevinchadam and brathakadam. They are both similar to the words in English, living and existing respectively.   People exist in this modern world but none of them are actually living in it. Living seems to be a dream and a wish for most of us. To be able to live our lives is a luxury while it should be a necessity.   There are a number of reasons for this to happen and the main...

 August 2 nd   You’re never too old to memorize, you can never escape memorisation . Be it phone numbers, otp’s, to do tasks etc. the only thing about it is that, it’s hard.   Trail Of Thoughts- 21 Sto-rini- 17 When I was younger, I was that one student who scored well in a language exam foreign to her. Hindi. Ever since I selected Hindi as my new second language after preschool of it being Telugu, I aced all my exams. Did I perform better than my fellow Hindi students? Yes. Did I get the highest despite being a Telugu speaker? Yes. Did I understand it? No. I can comprehend Hindi, meaning I can decode it pretty well, but encoding, it’s not my cup of tea. My Hindi is book-smart type. My vocabulary is nowhere to be used now. More like, nowhen to be used. Whenever I spoke in Hindi with my friends, I would use the textbook-old version of the word. It’s quite funny. For example, instead of saying, “Yoo dude, that class was fire!” I used to say, “Oh comrade of mine...