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I love exams. It’s when I can actually concentrate on things in a way it helps me manage my time, which often is based on procrastination and I am not proud about it. It’s when I want to clean my room thoroughly, do mounts of laundries and have everything organized. Exam times are also when a lot of exciting movies go around, and you steal few hours from your revisions aching to miss the fun if you don’t do so. It’s when you spend hours narrating your funny stories from school to friends and go all night ending with the silly sob stories. You start to think about so many things you haven’t thought about all this time. I even start making plans for the holidays, which gets exciting the more I talk about it and sometimes it is one thing I get my motivation from: To do my exams well so that I can have a good holiday without having to worry about the results. Exams can bring a lot of stress on people but it’s also when everything gets fun around. For me, it’s the only or one of...

What if we could write letters to the god? Actual letters that god would read and reply! We could tell god everything! We could tell him how afternoon classes are mind-numbing in this heat and how you wish you could go take a nap right under the fan in your room. We could tell him how sometimes you want your notebooks and pens to walk towards you and write by themselves. We could also ask him why many things are disoriented and all people do is mystify them more. I used to write a letter to god every week when I was in school. Not really hoping for the reply but just incase if he knew that there was one person trying to reach him atypically. I might have written hundreds of letters and they were all some kind of diaries of mine hoping to be read by god. I sometimes felt like god actually read them (Aren't they supposed to be watching us from the top?) I was very nice in my first letters. I lied that everything was okay and often made up stories where sick peop...

If there’s one thing that I don’t want to die of, that’s earthquake. I’ve seen everywhere how destructive an earthquake can be and how deadly it can kill people. I have never experienced earthquakes in my life and I thank god for saving me from this terror. So far. I’ve been a deep sleeper most of the time when it happened and otherwise, I was in the car. So I didn’t even feel the difference. Until this vacation, it happened to be twice. The first one was right before I went to bed that night and it felt funny because I didn’t believe it at first. My room is in the attic and I thought somebody was throwing a big boulder on our roof. It felt silly because by the time I knew it was really an earthquake, it had stopped. The second was pretty much bad. That morning, at some minutes past five, my bedroom shook like it was going to fall. I closed my eyes hoping it to be a dream but every time I opened them, it was real. And every time I opened them, I didn’t see anything. I was really s...

My friend cannot digest anything that is undone or unsaid. Or mysteries are what can wake her patience. She cannot stand unclear statements. She has to find out what’s going on. It’s like when everyone says that there is no solution to a maths problem, she wants to prove them wrong. Basically, her wind blows opposite to everyone else’s. This is the most amazing thing about her. So a while ago, when I told her that the Indian script has still not been deciphered and people still cannot justify the Indus valley civilization as clearly as the other civilizations, she said, “Wow.” Now that was really funny because I expected her to blow off and start googling, or atleast freak out a little but she was in the middle of maths. And nothing like that came out of her.   Plus, I was the spoiler myself. I started by saying, “Let me tell you something that is going to kill you from the insides.”   That was exactly like, “Let me tell you a funny joke that will roll you on the floor ...

I’ve been in a boarding school ever since class seven and I have six solid years of experience in listening to frequent bells, sharing a room with twenty other girls and eating mixtures of food from everyone’s home. So I can be of a help if you ever ran hungry in the middle of night, five hours after the usual dinner time in hostel. But that’s not what I am going to talk about. What has always amazed me rather than scared, were the various ghost stories in all the boarding schools I’ve been to. Now that’s very interesting because we always had somebody to blame on to when something unusual or even usual happened. If you fell over the stairs, you could say that a spirit just pushed you. If the door hinges creaked, you could say that there are spirits screeching between them. If somebody was ill, then it’s said that s/he has dirtied the ghosts’ dwellings or walked to the bathroom alone in the middle of the night. It was actually very fun to have somebody or many unseen “bodies” to ...