A Compilation of Write Ups

Here is a compilation of a few of my write ups and would like to share with you
all. It's a mixture of different types of writing styles. I hope you enjoy it :)

How to disconnect

My achilles heal will always be ignoring my problems and drifting towards blissful
numbness, the warm feeling of nothing.
I feel nothing as my friend passes a warm glance towards me .
I feel nothing as the sky turns pink and grey
I feel nothing as the screen of the tv rolls footage hour after hour
But hey,if i ever get hurt i'll feel nothing
If i ever get rejected ill not be disappointed,not sing sad songs, i'll not cry in the
arms of my sister-I'll feel nothing
Cause I'm afraid that the moment I start feeling something it will be like a tidal
wave crashing on the shores of my sanity,bringing in the chaotic storm of
anger,sadness,rejection,disappointment. And I know that everytime i feel sad it
will be like the sky crashing on the sea, it will be like each and every flower
withering at the same time. It will be all consuming, relentless, numbing.And then
I'll feel nothing

Craving

(Friendship breakups are hard)

Somedays i crave warm spicy noodles that make your stomach feel like they are
on fire, but no matter what you can't help but slurp the fiery noodles. Other days I
crave sugary cookies that smell like vanilla but taste like warm chocolate.It is the
fresh smell of the wind on a road trip,the feeling of torn up grass in my hands that
i desire.
And there are days where I crave the warm hug of a friend i never had, a trip to a
place I have never been to but vaguely recognize as home. I crave those
memories that I could never make.
There are days i crave for my memories for they were once bitter-sweet, but now
just bitter
My heart longs for the affection of someone i have never met and tongue longs
for the giggles and laughter it once saw . I miss the sisterly bond that I never
really felt,just made up in my mind. I miss the version I made of you.

But you know what I miss? The blissful ignorance of my pain,because clarity
brought this catastrophe.

The unlikely Friendship

May knew she was never going to cram 5 weeks of Latin Class into the one night
before her exams,but when it came to bad decisions, she was the brand
ambassador. So when she decided to mix 3 large monster energy drinks and 4
espresso shots, she really didn't bat an eyelash, ( heck,she couldn't even close
her eyes ).
And I swear she thought it was really good idea to make sandwiches at 3 at
night.Im not gonna lie, as her Designated Narrator I couldn't help but
relate.Haven’t we all been in a place where we thought that ketchup on bread is
qualified as edible food and then cried ourselves to sleep?
Haven't we all?
Nope, just me?
ok wow what healthy bunch of people reading this jeez ok.

Now back to May, our sandwich maker, Queen on the realm of the kitchen
Countertop.
“Surgit, oportet surgere”May kept repeating (the key to learning languages is to
keep repeating words and phrases till u forget on the day of your exam,
everybody knows that)
May took out some condiments, a couple of old chipotle sauce packets and
started making the most dangerous sandwich history had ever seen.
“Surgit,oportet surgere” she repeated, as she put the ketchup
“Surgit,oportet surgere” criss-cross mustard across
“Surgit,oportet surgere” OOo lets make a lil star out of the mayo wouldn't that be
so cute, she thought.
Top it all off with some lettuce and a slice of cheese, and May thought she could
have been on Masterchef.
Just as she was about to take a bite out of her sandwich some movement caught
her eye.The corners of her wall began to fill with smoke and suddenly the
fluorescent light started flickering. A whooshing sound filled her ears and
suddenly her mouth felt dry.A huge shadow made of darkness you see when you
close your eyes started to spread all around her room, till it stopped to form the
shape of wraith.
A dark sulphuric smell engulfed the whole room,making the hairs at the back of
her neck
“VOCAS CRUDO? Qui audet si vocare te AUSTRALIS AD Deamon?” A loud
voice growled, and yet May felt as if that voice had directly spoken to her inside
her brain
May felt her inside quaking and bile rise up. She crossed her arms in a feeble
attempt to stop shaking and all she could mutter was a weak “ Huh? Anglicus?“
“WHo Are you? Who dares to summon the great demon of the sou-wait is that a
sandwich?”
“Want some?” she whispered.
The next day May passed her latin exams with flying colors. I mean it's not
everyday Demons get home cooked food.

----Here’s an excerpt from a book I'll never write.

“Cause if the world is ending,” he stuck his palm out to catch a raindrop and then
looked at me “At Least I get to dance in the rain with you”.
A cool breeze blew my hair away from my face, spraying me with fresh droplets
of icy rain. I closed my eyes for a second and sighed.I took his outstretched arms
in mine and looked at him in his honey coloured eyes as goosebumps pricked my
skin but not because it was cold, but because my heart felt warm.
“Lead the way kind gentleman”
He smiled and under the stormy, purple sky. To anyone looking from afar, I didn’t
look as romantic as it was, all it seemed liked was two idiots avoiding to slip and
fall.
A love letter to the Storm

It's nearly noon and here's my ode to the gods of the weather ( even though i
don't really know what an ode is, or who the gods of the weather are)

It's raining again, I smile,as I open the window near my study table.A soft wind
nuzzles its way in, like a cat, carefully avoiding the loose papers on my desk. I
sigh as the cool breeze caresses my sleep warmed face softly persuading me to
just look outside at the freshly wet world. Still half asleep and very,very cold, i
tiptoed across my messy room, careful not to trip over the countless mugs of
coffee( as i went to go make another piping hot mug of, you guessed it- coffee)
The smell of espresso wafted across my tiny half lit apartment, as the mug
warmed my hands.I look outside the window at the roaring storm and think “ You
are supposed to be a calamity,but how can something so detrimental be so
beautiful”

A love letter to the local train

It doesn't matter what the destination is, how crowded the train is or when you
stop is going to come. What matters is- did you get in ?
Did you push your way through the mob ? Did you claw your way through the
door ? And did you find a seat ? And most importantly did you reach where you
needed to go ?
You may have a 5 rupees ticket or a 50 rupees one. Some may sit in ignorant
comfort while you stand through the long journey, but what matters is that you are
one your way to your destination.
The local train is generous, it lets lakhs of people go wherever they want to, but
that doesn't mean your destination is not important.
You will reach your stop when the time comes.
The sweaty vagrant, the busy office goers, the tired school kids will all reach.
So to the reluctant, unsure and scared traveler I will just say one thing - are you
willing to just take the effort on getting in? Because no matter what you will reach.
Notes app Poetry

Don't open my notes app

Don't open my notes app, because you never know what you will find
The recipe of chocolate chip cookies or the one for an existential crisis

Burning Bright

The over giver and the chronic taker are star crossed lovers.
Sometimes I look at the sacred sacrificial relationship between the hands that
protect the flames of a lamp from dying out in the cold breeze and I think to
myself.
No matter how much light gets shined in the darkness of the night,
One gets burnt so that the other one can shine a little brighter.

The Early Morning Bus.

When you travel early in the morning, you see the city wake up. You see the city
sleepily blink away the night, as the morning buses depart and the wary night
Watchmen clock out. Lights in the windows reluctantly flutter on as the average
worker gets ready.
The city prepares itself for a festival of war. War for the most customers, war for
the most passengers, for the most money. The sharpest minds are up now
planning on how to sway the tides of the markets and the most hardworking are
up, hoping to make the most of the day.
But What am I doing this early ? I'm sitting at the edge of the day, hoping to go
back to a place like home, but not quite like that. A lone student, making her way
back to college . Will I be one of the sharpest minds, readying for war or just
someone trying to make the best of my day ? Well, only time will tell. For now, I
gaze out of my window and look at the city I leave behind to try to try to conquer
a new one.