An Orange Cloud

 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 ...

  You know the feeling you get when you talk with someone, mostly them speaking, you don’t feel like interrupting because you just connect with them and they speak your mind and you don’t have to say anything? I feel that with 3 people Ria chopra Data praneeth And my dear friend, zz Trail Of Thoughts- 36   It’s just that some yappers are just very interesting, like I can only listen to them for hours. It’s the speed, vocabulary, accent and etcetera that matter.   The other day, my friends and I were going to a shop where we overhead a conversation between two guys. It was really funny and I still remember what it was about. Let me remind you, this guy is a yapper because I swear I did not hear the other guy’s voice at all, the whole 5 min we ‘overheard’ them.   “I need to go there today apparently, and if I don’t my cousin is threatening me, literally threatening me saying I’d be banned from all future family functions, like wtf is that? Do you kn...

    I hope you don’t fall in love With another person,   ... Until you stop mourning About that one person.   A masked face on the outside Still loving that one girl deep inside I don’t think the present will love it If you keep living in the past.   Maybe just maybe Have you given a thought, Of how she might’ve forgotten you The day you guys bid goodbye, The day you were sure Would be the last day Her eyes would meet yours?   Maybe just maybe, Have you given a thought Of how the people you now spend time with Are a part of your life, While you still mourn the void That can be filled by only her?   Maybe just maybe Did you happen to think If you deserve more than A forgotten love?   Maybe just maybe You deserve love That’s looking at you Right now While you still search for hers.   Maybe just maybe You’re still blind And the love you thought eternal Has lost its spark Yet you still look for it.   Maybe just maybe You could stop living in...

  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...

This is the sequel to my previous post “ what’s the worst thing that could happen? ” Trail Of Thoughts- 35 The best thing that could happen about starting a blog is that I can celebrate its 3 rd year anniversary!!!! (And more!!)   YESS it has been exactly three years since I started this blog. All the way back in 2021 my brother ignited a spark in my heart that since shined bright. Before that I didn’t even know what a blog was, I only knew vlogs. Time really flew, because I can’t believe it has been 3 long years. i was just done with my 10 th class (Covid batch). I had lots of free time before my college started. So it was time for me to develop a hobby (or just do things I liked to). I remember being obsessed with diamond paintings and persuaded my mom to get me one. I got one with butterflies. It is THE prettiest thing I ever did. I have pictures if you want (wink wink). my father got it framed teehee If you look closely there is a single diamond missing, if you can ...

  When people say “what’s the worst thing that can happen” before doing the most diabolical stunt in their life, my mind just wanders in the grey area of life. Trail Of Thoughts - 34 Let me explain. When I started this blog, my first thought was “Omg lezgoo ahhh” and second was, “what’s the worst possibility”. The answer to that question was “no one would read it lol”. That initially gave me a boost to posting anything I want and I still equip that in the back of my mind before I click on ‘publish’.  Today, I realized I wasn’t thinking of the worst possible consequence, but rather “a” consequence that could be both a win and a loss for me. I don’t think my mind wrapped around that saying properly. Now that I am older and wiser, I think the worst thing that could happen when blogging is the following: This might end up on some wrong person’s feed somehow; they read it and interpret it in the wrong way. And not stop there. He (suppose) not only hates it but makes it his whole pu...

  I feel like I need to Know a lot about you.   You’re like a box of mysteries. Waiting to be opened by me.   The way you talk The way you walk The way you look The way you move Everything about you Makes me intrigued.   You hide a lot, You need to speak aloud, You need to have your voices heard, You need to fly, you little bird, If you want people to understand you. And if you want to be understood.   Every time I talk with you, I feel like I’m talk to a different person each time.   You keep changing and changing, You don’t want people to know you for real.   You think the world would leave you If they knew the real you.   But I promise I’m never gonna take a step away from you Because I would be too busy embracing you, the real you.   You’re like a mysterious fairy flying in the woods You’re the kind of mystery I’d love to explore.   All I need is the key And find...