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This post is a little different than the posts I usually do and it's "fun-er" than the rest of them too. I still have a year or two before I hit the twenties and that's where things get interesting. Teenage is probably going to be the most interesting part of our lives so I wanted to make a bucket list to make sure that this phase ceases in its full glory. So, this is my take on 20 things to do before 20 . Hope you enjoy going through it ! :) 20.  Bunking classes 19. Reading a good book and crying 18. Not studying for an exam but still acing it 17. Having a "love at first sight" moment 16. Watching a TV series until you get sick....literally 15. Trying a food you can't pronounce 14. Having at least 20 crushes 13. Talking to someone through the night till dawn 12. Going for shopping... alone! 11. Watching back-to-back movie at a cinema hall 10. Dating someone who isn't your type 9. Going to a dance party 8. Drunk dial...

Clarissa stared at the blank Canvas. It was the umpteenth time she had tried drawing that day and every time she had failed miserably. Heaps of scrunched white paper laid beneath her feet but even so, she wasn't done with the assignment yet. Art class that afternoon had been immensely enlightening. "Art comes from you heart and not your head. It unfolds the mystery of your sub-conscious. You may pretend things to be otherwise, but always remember that a piece of art is the window to your soul. It never lies", he'd said. And She had nodded, to herself more than anyone else. At the end of the class he had told everyone to draw something that made them smile, without reason and in the most turbulent of times. The pencil she'd been holding fell from her grasp and she bounced back from her reverie. She brainstormed again and again. She picked up the pencil and thought of various ways it could go. What was the thing she lived for ? She thought of the place sh...

If you hadn't been visiting some another planet in the recent times, you are no newbie to the world of Sellfies. And at one point or another you have fallen for the selfie-trap, for the lack of a better word. Let's face it, we are pretty much obsessed with it...Well, most of us anyway. Also, as of today,there are over 23 million photos with the hashtag "#selfie" and a whopping 51 million with the hashtag "me" on Instagram. What makes it so popular? I don't precisely remember taking my first selfie but I do know that it was not too long ago. And ever since I laid my hands on the phone with a front-facing camera, me taking a selfie has been all the more frequent. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's literally the easiest way to take a picture of yourself: You just have to unlock the phone screen, tap the camera icon, tilt your head or the phone on a flattering angle and then tap the capture button (THAT easy!) against the traditi...

My inspiration for this story. Picture by your one and only.  The arthritic and stubby branches of the peach tree in the garden was our harbinger of winter. The lonesome tree would look deranged and we'd know to unpack our winter clothes and start the tea regime in the morning. For the rest of us in the family, the tree being there didn't make any difference to our lives. But for my grandmother, it was a different story. It was her only answer to solitude. It was the whisper of a long lost love for her. Ever since my grandfather died of heart attack , it was like a part of my grandmother died with him. She was no longer the cheerful person she used to be. She remained unhinged by the things that were going on around her. It was like a piece of her had drained from her body. My father said that it might be because of the sudden and untimely demise of my grandfather, but for none of us knew for sure. And we were too taken aback by her strange activities that we never a...

I see the sky in a purple haze, The water, a still emerald green The city life full of scintillating golden And then I see you,  A serene blue. I see you in the stillness of blue, In the warmth of red painted nails, In the softness of pink luscious lips And then I hear you, A dark mist of words. I hear you in the darkness, In the subtlety of pastel roses. And in the burning embers of firewood, Your voice resonates through me. I mumble upon your brown gaze, I get swept off by your breath against my rosy cheeks And then I feel you, A bright blur of colors. 

I had known it the second second I woke up that day. Something atypical was going to happen and I could tell. I lazily turned off the alarm on my phone. I just couldn't help but stare at the date. It was like the calendar was giving me signs. It just didn't feel "normal".  The thought was insane so I just brushed it off and got off the bed. I hurriedly got ready, had my breakfast and ran off to college because as always I was late. The rest of the morning was as mundane as any morning could be. I felt stupid for all the thoughts that came to my find earlier. I made a mental note to not buy romance novels the next time I went to a book store. I had some really boring classes that day and dreading it made those preposterous thoughts slip off my mind instantly. I had to sit through two consecutive Chemistry classes first thing in the morning and I was losing my mind. When the bell rang for break, I couldn't wait to get a breath of fresh air. I caught my...

As I'm sitting in my room typing this article, my hands are freezing. I shove my hand in the heater's imaginary face, there's warmth for a moment and a second later, That's gone. This is one of the many reasons why I absolutely hate winter. And the worst part is that, it's here to stay. *sad face* There are so many things to not like about winter. The super chilly morning when it's hard to feel your hands, the numerous layers of clothes we have to walk around with, avalance of blankets we have to sleep under,  the same conversation we keep on having day-after-day about how cold a day it is , all the pretty summer dresses, ice-creams and swimming we miss out on.... to name a few. It's annoying how winter comprises of all the things I loathe.  And to top it off, Kathmandu has absolutely the worst winter EVER. It's mind-numbing, brain-freezing, bone-chilling cold during December-January and yet, there is NO SNOW to play with. I still remember the las...

            He will come one day. He will be there in front of her eyes but she will be unknown. He, midst the soothing composure,will know of mysticism.He will sing of love but she will be in the dark. He will be the one writing of love this time.He will write of the sweet aroma that swirled around her and also about the brown eyes that yearned for affection.He will recollect the times of pain she's been through and a beautiful symphony will be heard.A song of tragic heartbreak will ensue and people will be moved.       He will give her roses and for all the times he missed,he will add another one.She, who waited was worth it. She who waited deserved.He will kiss her on her lips and she will follow.She will be shy yet enthralled.Her lips will want more but she will be afraid.Too scared to ask for more yet sorry she didn't. She will be living a dream but she will know in her heart that it wont last forever.She will not dar...

Qetsiyah- TVD 5X03 I'm a HUGE 'The Vampire Diaries' fan. It's running its fifth season right now and let me tell you , it has me completely enthralled. In 5X03, there was a character 'Qetsiyah' claiming to love 'Silas', who was her one true love (to mark her exact words). So, I kind of loved the way she phrased her sentences .... and as you can already see, I wrote a poem regarding her feelings towards the one she loved. Some of the lines in the poem are the exact words she spoke.So, This is her story .. My style ;] You walked into my life And I knew I was hooked Though love spells everything trouble I was mesmerized, that I overlooked. You didn't always bring me flowers But that was more that alright I knew, if world ever came crashing down on us You'd be smiling and the pain inside me would slip by. We were together a beautiful song Every part of us a soothing melody And every time you looked me in the eye I...

My mom had been pestering me to clean my room since ages and there was always something that I used against her to put it off. Yeah, I am no clean freak ...... but my mom is. I am not all up for untidy rooms but no matter how often I put everything in place, somehow a day after everything gets messed up again. So I don't bother much. This morning I finally succumbed to my mom's pleas and decided to do it anyway. I started with my study table as it needed the most immediate attention. And as soon as I got started, I unknowingly rummaged through old notebooks and rough copies. On the last page of EVERY single notebook, there were those scribbles of short poems and extracts of how my day was going on. It got me smiling and a sort of ecstasy spread through my veins. I had always been the kind of person who expressed her feelings through words and .... I  haven’t changed one bit. :) The thing with me is - I don't speak much. I was never the person with the largest gro...