The platform was empty except for her and the clock that hadn’t ticked in years. The train arrived soundlessly, doors sliding open without a conductor in sight. She stepped in, heart racing. The carriage smelled of rain and old paper. Every seat was filled—not with people, but with coats, hats, and shoes, arranged as though their owners had only just vanished.
As the doors closed, she caught her reflection in the window. She was already wearing someone else’s coat.
Signing off…
Continue readingEven though “Diary Of A Wimpy Kid” and “Dork Diaries” taught me to write ‘Dear diary…’ and write a whole lot of nothing after(though I’d pretend I was introducing myself to a real person), I didn’t realise journaling was so much more effective for real life problems(though you could still start with the ‘dear diary’ prerequisite).
But journalling can get boring. I mean, who wants to spend time writing when we can simply internalize and explode days later…
However, for people who want to, know that it’s become a handy tool for relieving myself of stressful assessments, failing friendships and life in general, when everything becomes a bit too much. So, here’s a little idea of how to do it in a way that helps you (which has worked for me anyway).
Continue readingI’ve found that some days, life gets a little heavy- assignments, boredom, stress, that exam block that comes up right after you’ve finished your last term. Sometimes, you need just a few things in your head that can resuscitate those fried braincells for a tiny bit. For example,
Continue readingHe offered her his umbrella, tilting it shyly above her head. She laughed, a million twinkling bells, saying she loved the rain.
So, they walked, drenched, droplets clinging to flowing silhouettes. Shoulders brushing, sneakers splashing through puddles, laughter and the occasional sneeze punctuated the air. Every streetlight seemed to glow with a tender light, every raindrop a gentle caress.
They didn’t say it out loud, but both of them- they’d remember that walk long after they were in the close comfort of their homes.
Continue readingNo one believed the sky would collapse, or that stars would fall- but she kept folding them anyway- tiny paper ones, tucked in glass jars that glimmered under the silver kiss of moonlight.
They were too eternal, too distant for human hands.
Continue readingNo one had been to this sacred place in years. She shouldn’t have gone to the old lighthouse, not alone, on a night where danger lurked around shadowed corners and ominous whispers permeated the very essence of the air. One could never know what happened under the stifling blanket of darkness.
Continue readingWeeks have started to feel different lately. When I was younger, I would groan about how slow the week goes, and how many more years I would have to deal with the boring monotony of the same routine over and over again. Now, they disappear before I even realise it. I’ll look up, and it’s Friday, and I’ll proceed to panic over how little I’ve done and wonder what even happened in all the days in between- I can barely remember what I’ve done daily.
Maybe it’s because life is so full. School, friends, work, volunteering, hobbies, studying- there’s always something on. And packed days blur together- or maybe the Earth’s spinning faster…
Or maybe it’s because I’m changing, growing older, more aware of how temporary things can feel. An endless year has turned into a marathon- and you want to hold onto late-night conversations, dumb inside jokes, even the stressful days- just a little bit tighter.
Maybe it’s because another one of my friends just graduated and I thought, “When did four years till graduation turn into a year and two months until Year 12?”
No one knows whether time will slow down again. Perhaps it isn’t supposed to. Maybe learning to notice the moments while they’re happening, instead of missing them when they’re gone, is the trick we’re all looking for.
Signing off…
Hello and good morning (night because I’m about to fall asleep from academic burnout) to my dearest readers,
I’m here to present to you…
Drumroll, please…
An unhinged song from the recesses of my fried braincells!
An ode to our wonderful education system and the joy it brings me to be a student!
And of course, a list of things I forget to do while studying myself!!!
So, without further ado…
Let’s begin!
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