Hobo Diary- 1 (Critical)

Today I am in ill condition. It is on these terrible days when my mind goes berserk with ideas and thoughts. I want to write, I want to jump around, I want to read, I want to do anything and everything. The Networking and Wiring connectivity in my brain gets amplified and I become hyper aware of my surroundings. In other words in my sickness I become possessed by the divine Muse!

Sitting with warped body in sheets and drinking green tea with honey & holy basil every hour has turned me cranky and lack of a proper outlet makes me go crazy. Here is a one-shot panel on my Own Condition. I have an exam tomorrow on Critic as an Artist by Wilde, and I have no idea how will I fare in that paper. So before I crumble down for mark churning pressure and rot up like a ostrich in desert.Lets laugh at myself.

P.S- Time for another cup of Green Tea, forgive me for typos I am bit delusional

thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries

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Momas'Day

As the month of May creepily entered my calendar,, I realized something was special... Well the Mothers Day entered my to-do-list... I thought I was the only dearest daughter in the world who cared for her mother... But again my illusion was broken, by good major mates... Both of my major mates were also anxious about this one day... First we got confused when the actual day was, some one said 1st may, other 8th may... But after all whats my dear Google for?? We found the date It was 13th May,, the second Sunday of may... So sitting in our Philosophy Exam hall, we three started discussing what to gift our dearest mothers,,, but to our surprise it was not only we three but many others who wanted to gift their mom,,. Hence the discussion broke out, one mate said she had already gifted her mother a Saree worth three thousand bucks... Now we all got dumbstruck by the selfless act and realized how shameless we were only gifting o...

root-less

Every time I hear the word roots, my mind doesn’t flash the image of brown, muddy tentacle filled organism, but drags me back to my history class eight years back. My class teacher had asked us about the Slavic nations, we all were clueless. She had practically called us a batch of dumb-set high strung on ignorance. She had called our lack of respect for national history, regional past and personal chronicles tragic, and prophesied that this tragic trait would leave us handicap. Then she added the example of an arrogant little newborn leaf which was so proud of its luscious green colour that it detached itself from the brown tree. It died the very next moment. To her we were all going to face the same fate. Among the fallen human leaves of my generation, I am a proud member too. Few days back I was told, I need to stop writing in English and start writing in my mother tongue. No good writing happens in one’s second tongue. In its own place and context, it’s a very sound a...

A duckish tale.

{(Well I lied, I am back, my first major paper was pathetic, second paper I survived. Technically my exam gets over on 14th june. My post exam slumber has begun before my exams are over. My Net problems still prevail, exams went down the water, so sad me read fanfictions in my cellphone. This resulted in me penning my own. So I am going to put up two fanfictions. One is Princess Tutu another Junjou Romantica. Its not good, but lets say, if you like it, I will create a page called Witchiction. This particular story is written for my soul sister, its her belated birthday gift from me. Dear Soul-Sister, we had decided in seventh grade to give Fakir and Ahiru their happy ending, so here is my little attempt to give them Happy Ending.) Disclaimer- I dont, will never ever own Princess Tutu, it belongs to Ikuko Itoh. /this Anime means a lot to us specially my Soul sister and me,} BACKGROUND OF STORY ( In the Anime , Ahiru was a character created to help Mytho ...

KhepiAri

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