There was something musical in the rhythmic creaking of the fan. Madhav’s hand began tapping involuntarily on the side of his thigh. In his head, the rhythm turned into a song. He hadn’t realized it was all happening until he found himself humming the song. Groaning, he rolled over in his bed. Across the room, …
It’s the end of an era. Sixteen years of my life (that’s all of it) have been spent here. Right here. In this colony. I’m not going to name it because of all you pervs out there on the internet, but the genuine ones know exactly what I’m talking about. I won’t tell you exactly …
He’s packing his bags, he’s leaving for good. I’ve heard about this day all through my life. The day mom and dad will send him away, Off to study, very far away. Of course, I didn’t think it would come so fast. I’m 90% sure that day was two years away. It seems only yesterday …
The Boards broke me. That much has been clear as my glasses. It may not look like they did, but it happened. The breakage wasn’t emotional or physical, it was literary. My sentences are terrible. My prose is weak. My plots are dull. My characters are thin. My style is dead, and it’s all because …
It wasn’t going to be easy, she knew, but somehow, she had to confront him. She took a deep breath and entered the room. Her heart was beating at an alarming rate. Her palms were sweating. She was shaking from top to bottom. Her facial features had always been a problem. She’d spent ten years …
I recently rewatched The Dark Knight. I don’t think I’ll ever get bored. There are just so many layers to that movie, and I don’t think I can let it go without at least one blogpost for itself. First of all, SPOILER ALERT!! This movie is one of the best movies you’re ever going to …
Alright, I’ve had enough of this. I’ve wasted five months of my life mugging up words from textbooks, and am about to waste five more. I have no choice at this moment, but I still want to vent my rage somewhere. The Indian Council of Secondary Education’s checking for the Board Papers happens in the …
The Hollow is an Agatha Christie book, starring Hercule Poirot, which should immediately notify you that it’s a good book. If it’s Agatha Christie, you get an immediate 6/10, and if it’s Poirot, it’s a direct 8. The character of the great detective in itself is enough to keep me interested in his stories for …
Naresh hit the breaks to his cycle. The traffic signal blared a brilliant red, making most cars around him stop. He drummed his hands on the handles and hummed, when he was interrupted by a honk. Naresh rolled his eyes. The signal was RED. RED means STOP. Didn’t this idiot go to pre-shcool? He turned …
The school bus rattled along the busy street. It was an especially quiet day. Laxman stared out of the window at the pavement on the other side of the street. A little too late, Laxman noticed a brick flying right at him. “GET DOWN!” Laxman cried, ducking. The brick sailed into the bus, shattering against …