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To my almost best friend Hii! It has already been 2 years and 6 months and you still haven’t replied to my last text. People wonder how crazy it is to have an almost best friend on the internet. Yes, there is a thing called an almost best friend. How mad it is to get upset just because one of your internet friends suddenly stopped sharing the best coke studio's music with you, forgot to share semester results and all the gossip of real life crushes with a virtual friend. Suddenly they are nowhere on the internet. How crazy is it to spend hours thinking of them. We became friends because I posted lyrics of a song that was your favourite and then we started talking about music. Conversations began when I posted about how badly I needed chemistry revision and you shared your chemistry notes with me. Our love for books, psychology and trees made us almost best friend. Your love for Anarkali and my love for sarees made us switch to each other’s likings. For the first three months, I ev...

“We’re not bad people. We just have bad habits. Everyone has something dark inside them. In my case, it’s smoke residue.” She gazed away at the horizon, “If somebody knew the true you, they would judge you. If somebody knew the real me, they’d laugh at me.” “I’m not laughing and I know you better than you know yourself. Look at me,” he said, his face an incomprehensible mask. Sometimes she wished she could look at him the way he looked at the world. All heart, no soul. There was that passion in his eyes, it burned her skin just looking into those caramel irises. But his soul was a deep abyss, and thus the mask. He lured her with that look, but she couldn’t make that leap. Because if she fell, just this once, there would be nowhere to land. And she wasn’t...normal. She couldn’t feel. So she pushed him away and didn’t look back as  he  fell. Deeper and deeper into the ocean beneath.   I turned the page but it was blank. ‘Huh! It’s like you sit down for coffee a...

난날믿어내등이아픈건 날개가돋기위함인걸 “ I believe in myself; My back hurts in order to let my wings sprout.”                                                                                        -Wings by BTS Culture, according to Google Dictionary is defined as “the ideas, customs, and social behaviour of a particular people or society.” In the globalised world, integration of culture has become possible through mass media. K-pop fandom is one of the most vastly growing phenomenon across the world and Jammu & Kashmir, a Union Territory in India is no exception. T...

Twenty years ago, without the will of anyone wanting me to come to life, I was born. I, who now stares into the deep abyss of the universe unafraid but still gets scared while looking at my own reflection. I, who shouts out her mad glory in the face of the world and everyone in it am so disheartened by my own silence that I forget to recognize my own voice. I, who buzzes like a maniac spreading energy to even the saddest souls am so tired today that it is hard to keep on breathing every second.

“What do you mean she killed herself? My daughter is no coward! You are lying. I need to see her. I need to see my Priya.” The man was banging his fists on the table, anger bursting through his bloodshot eyes as he demanded to see his daughter. “She wasn’t weak,” came a voice from behind him. He looked back to see a girl, the same age as his daughter’s. Her clothes were tattered, lips swollen. There were bruises on her face and marks all over her arm. “Do you know what happened?” the man walked over to the girl in hysteria. “Can you tell me where my Priya is?” The girl was barely holding backher own tears and rage. This man’s helplessness made her choke on her own words. “She wasn’t weak, but this world didn’t deserve her. We were coming back from tuitions together and a few men grabbed us. They-” she stopped mid-word to let out a sob. Her hand went straight to her mouth covering it and she turned her face away. “They tried to force themselves on us but she fought them. She t...

I have turned so indifferent when it comes to you, I think even hatred would be better than this. Do you realise what being someone's buddy means? A person can only have one buddy in their life. And that person comes before everybody else. It is like soulmates, only, you CHOOSE the person and then place utter faith in them, out of your choice and they do the same. That buddy is placed higher than everyone else in the world, whether it is family, friends, love or even oneself. And you already knew the kind of person I am, always placing people above my family, doing anything for my friends, never believing in love. But I did always place myself on the highest ground. Everything came after. But it is different with a buddy. I could take it if someone messed with me or someone else I cared about but for that buddy, I'd burn the world down before a single bad thing befell him. It is the person you want next to you when you are convulsing on the floor in the darkness, hoping fo...

Social Media Network is a virtual community or website that brings people together. It may be to talk, share ideas or interests or make friends. Social Media can also be defined as a group of websites where users network socially. In today’s time, many social media networks exist like Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, Tumblr etc. but there are certain characteristics that all these social media networks share: User-based:  Social Media networks are based on the content and actions of the users. Users generate content, consume it and also share it. The flow of information is not one-sided and without the users, the network would be completely empty. For example, our Facebook Newsfeed is filled with the content generated by people we have friended on Facebook or the pages we have liked. Without them, the Newsfeed would be empty. Flexible:  Social media networks are flexible in many ways. It allows changes in the network itself, in the content as well as the...

I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. I did not live it. All the mess I created, unleashing my chaotic mind upon the tangent of relations so carefully accepted, weaved, built upon by myself; the things and people I moved away from, distancing myself, leaving behind just scrapes of memories more unhappy than not, I wonder if someone ever did that to me what would I think of them? But I don’t. As empathic as I feel towards someone’s death or a child crying for his mother, I don’t for those closest to me and what agonies I relay upon them through my words, actions or indifference. They get masked by the self-centeredness and then I wonder, why they all leave in the end. And then I complain and yell and shut myself again to never step out of the cage I crafted with my own essence of being. But this tender part of me, with its mischievous curiosities and desires, reaches out yet again to another broken soul. I wonder if I can make you whole again. I never think I’...

Giving gifts is often the hardest thing to do unless you are gifting something to book lovers. Then the entire bookish community opens up to you, giving suggestions. The easiest and the best gift to give to a book lover is always a copy of the book on their TBR (to-be-read), but there are always other bookish items that a bibliophile would always treasure. 1.         Stylish Bookmarks I am sure I am right when I say that there are never enough bookmarks for a booklover. I know how I leave spoons, torn paper and basically anything I find handy inside books, using them as bookmarks. But ever since I started using actual bookmarks with either paintings on them or sketches of my favorite characters or some of my favorite quotes, I have realised that bookmarks are quite fun. There are many online stores that sell customised bookmarks but I suggest searching for an artist on Instagram, someone who creates bookmarks and lives in the same city as you. ...

“And what happens tomorrow?” he asked in a gentle tone. Delilah smiled at him and planted a firm kiss on his lips. “Tomorrow we die.” The look in her eyes wasn’t one of horror or fear. It was the look of determination. 24 hours till death. Rory was worried about it but Delilah just walked around like she had no care in the world. First day of high school was a terrifying prospect according to him but as long as Delilah stuck with him, some of her enthusiasm started rubbing off on him. Rory had always wondered why a girl like her, so lively and fun would choose to befriend him. The most exciting moment in his life before he met her had been when he had caught a squirrel and kept it as a pet, for three days but even that didn’t last long because it died. He forgot it needed to be fed too. He had been upset for days until Delilah moved next door and with her, her pet dog Sunshine. She was perfect, like a unicorn, always spreading smiles on faces. And she let him pet sunshine. ...

I touch my own skin and feel you there Wonder how it'd be to breathe your air It's catastrophic The things you do by existing I don't want it long term Be my first and last fling? I sense the tension in your words And my verse It grows worse While I go mad with thirst. To drink in your sorrows With the feelings that I borrowed. It's a good thing I'm always numb It's a better thing I never fell in love It's amazing Until it gets me in trouble. So go ahead and touch me So I can smell and breathe you Who said anything about leaving? We're here, just me and you. I -I never believed in this. I-I will never let go of it. So it's terrible The way you move away It's miserable The way I never stay It's heartbreaking I see us buried in rubble. I imagine this to be breaking the bubble I wonder is my song so subtle Would you see yourself in it? Or would you not believe me? Again. I never pride myself at being sane.