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. 

A little background about the title, back in 2021 when I started this blog (on blogger), I was in the ‘apocalypse’ phase. It’s like the emo phase but make it zombie apocalypse. My best friend got me into this. I was super into movies and series with this theme. Conspiracy theories, if you may. I named my first December 30 th post as “ minus 1 year till the end of the day ” and did the same for 2 more years and here we are.   Trail Of Thoughts- 37 Sto-rini-  24 When I think back on this year, 2024, I’m not going back enough and all I can think of is the stu-dying part. In my defense, I had tons of exams and only studying for the past 8 months. Vigorously for the past couple. I don’t really see anything more positive than studying in a yellow painted walls windows locked room. Here’s a picture from when it rained a lot and it cleared the atmosphere and I could see actual colours other than black scribbles on white for the first time in a few months . September 19 th , 202...

  I click not interested for all the love posts on instagram Because I don’t think love exists like that   I don’t want stuff you can see I need the love that one can feel   I want the kind of love that starts with friends And our death is where it ends.   I want the kind of love That makes me the happiest in the world   I want the kind of love Helps me calm down   The kind of love That tells me to self love   The kind of love Till death do us apart   The kind of love That doesn’t kill each other   The kind of love That I would look forward to   The kind of love That I’ve always dreamt of.   I want the kind of love That makes me appreciate love. Helps me love love. Helps me cry happy tears. Helps me feel. Helps me conceal the fear. Keeps the skies clear.   2-9-24   Weathers the storms in my mind When I feel my worst When I feel like nothing...

  What do you want me to say? I don’t know what you want me to say,   I think you’re overreacting He is just a friend You’re borderline insane If you think there’s a link   Oh baby, calm down Nothing’s ever gonna go wrong Oh baby, keep it low I don’t want others to know   Why don’t you understand? Why are you jumping into conclusions? Why don’t you keep your mind open? Why don’t you keep us open?   I’m just saying I’m getting bored. It’s not serious but just letting you know.   I am sorry if you got hurt I was going through something Even though you think it’s not serious I was also going through silent battles.   I’m sorry you forgot to remind me of your birthday That is why I couldn’t wish you on that day I’m sorry but I forgive you bae It was an honest mistake that you made  

  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 ...