For those who haven’t read the prequel to this story, here is the link-(The Box In The Attic (Part 1) | Mili’s Mindscape (miliscape.com))

Enjoy!

A few days. A few hours. That’s how less it can take to completely change you. It’s almost amusing, when your life seems normal, you’re on your daily routine, grabbing a cup of coffee, running for the bus because you’ll be late to school or work, birthdays, Christmas, a happy, picturesque, maybe monotonous, sometimes boring, typical week. Restart. Repeat. Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Sundays, stretching on and on and on. Nothing extraordinary or abnormal…right?

I had submitted this piece of writing to the Ocean Awareness Writing Contest a few months back. Hope you enjoy reading it!

The mother glances fondly at her children, a pod of three slate-grey, white-patterned teenage whales, a smile materializing on her snout. Her smile fades though, as she contemplates their skinny bodies and starved faces. Their eyes are devoid of joy, and any happiness that they had blissfully enjoyed before had simply disappeared like those times had never existed.

Well, I’m sure that all of you have at least ONCE IN A WHILE been sandwiched into a situation (UNINTENTIONALLY!) where your mom has one opinion on a certain matter and your dad has another. The result of this dissonance- Yeah! A chaotic mirth. And that’s exactly what today’s post is about.

These tiny experiences do lighten me up. But it also leads me to wonder an unfathomable question, how did these two people, one from the North Pole and one from the South Pole end up together? It’s quite a valid question if you think about it…and I still haven’t found the answer I was looking for.

Anyways, enjoy!

Well! Every person, when they first get their phone, it comes along with the usual parental controls, restrictions and lectures(http://miliscape.com/phone-cied/). Of course, I was no exception to this universal rule. Well, I was, up until a certain point.

With the easing of the pandemic restrictions, our school was back with the competitions that we had missed out on for the past two years. Our science teacher organized a “Science Fair”, and we were tasked with designing a product or presenting research to solve any real-life problem, big or small. We were allowed to select our group members (THANKFULLY!!). It was part of our science enrichment program, so me and my team members cut to the chase and began to brainstorm.

The second day, we had originally planned to go to the A’Famosa Safari and Water Wonderland, which I was looking forward to with a spring in my step, but to my utter disappointment, it started pouring, the heavens crying deluges above us. I was so upset as I had been dreaming all night about what we would do, and fury overtook that sadness when all the adults cancelled the Safari and decided to go to Jonker Street to view antique shops instead. Now, don’t get me wrong. I respect the latter’s interest in antiques. But antiques were just…not for me! Isn’t antique viewing for old people? LIKE ANTIQUE LITERALLY MEANS OLD!

Woah! What a wonderful year! Time flies! It is as if it was just yesterday that I started exploring WordPress and was absolutely clueless as to how to even construct a self-sustaining website. So, I thought it would be better to ask for help, and my father came to the rescue! Phew!

“I DON’T FIND IT INTERESTING”.

That’s a phrase that shows up a lot in my speech, containing 1000 reasons as to why, I won’t, will never, never did like Business Studies. I have realized that I have become a chronic complainer when it comes to learning Business Studies, a subject I dread. As in, stuffing pages and books of information into your already overloaded brain. It’s indeed a terrible experience.

As you all know, badminton is extremely rejuvenating AND a sport that elevates your fitness, stamina, and joy ! Out of all the activities and hobbies that I pursue, playing badminton is unanimously, undoubtedly, something I enjoy the most. Recently, I decided to begin learning badminton formally and commenced my badminton classes.