Revelation

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Revelation

Dear the person, who taught me to fathom my magnitude,
I could never foretell that you would turn out to be the person, who you’ve become. Who would know, an unknown visage was concealed behind an amiable face that reflected humility and honesty? However, I am exceedingly grateful to you for you did, what I could never even imagine in my out of the box prognostications. There was no salt in my life until you revealed to me, the different, astonishing aspects of life. How can anyone say that a friend who had assisted you in so many different ways, would not be the person, you thought him to be?
And, I long to make sure that you know that, I do not ponder about you, anymore.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Revelation

One way

One way

My day started off, when I woke up to perceive my chemistry books glaring at me. I just knew what they wanted, my sanity to be ruined. Fortunately, it was and they were quite triumphant in making me go nuts. I couldn’t get this thing, that when I number the substituents, and if I get a methyl or an ethyl as a substituent in a substituent, then it will be replaced by a hydrogen. I mean, who on earth said that? The class was at 10 O’ clock, and never do I reach my teacher’s place in the nick of time. It is always five or ten minutes after ten, however, I don’t have to agonize about that, because he doesn’t chide me anymore. Maybe, he has got tired of it. Okay, so, he had to go through atomic structure again, as I, the so-not-brilliant-nerd, couldn’t get a word of it earlier. However, he is an amazing teacher, with immense patience, and never does he get aggravated by my ludicrous questions, which I blabber, after his explanation for the thousandth time. So, I hope, now you know, I have the genes, which were mutated to something unnatural. I hope my parents are my biological ones, as I wonder in awe, what caused the birth of such a peculiar being.

It must have been a hundred degrees today, because no sooner did I step out of my teacher’s house, than my tanned skin was being pierced by the malevolent sun rays. I take an umbrella merely during the monsoon. Although there were no drops, I had to take one. The wind was dry and excessively hot, which made it hard for me to breathe. The One Direction songs changed my lugubrious mood. I don’t know why some think that their songs are nothing but din. Half a heart, Truly Madly Deeply, Right now, They don’t know about us, You and I, Irresistible, Eighteen, Night changes, One thing, Little things, Over again, Walking in the wind, Infinity, Love you goodbye, Perfect, I want to write you a song, If I could fly, do you really think that these sound like clamor? I listed down some of my favourites. Whenever, I am melancholy, these songs erase every bit of misery. I am grateful to them, for singing such beautiful songs. I so yearn to see them together, again. I hope that their hiatus doesn’t end into a permanent one. They shouldn’t have done this, because it merely proved those right, who said that One Direction would not last long after Zayn Malik’s departure. Needless to say that they won the Brit awards for the best music video(Drag me down), American Music Artist of the year, Billboard Music award for the top group, Billboard Music Award for the top touring artist just after he left. The hiatus after two or three more years, wouldn’t have done any wrong.

Okay, no more One Direction talks. I do not know how I am going to do at least forty sums with those drowsy eyes, the next morning at 6 am. Don’t you think that those sums are easy. Physics is not easy. I need to burn the midnight oil again.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Faded away

Faded away

One day, I long to sit around with some books and just read them, doing merely nothing else, the whole day. This had been a dream since a year or two. As a child, I was never a bookworm, and never did I have this urge to read more and more. However, later, I really, fathomed the addiction to books. I did read a few. But, I could not do so for long, as the board examinations were more important, I guess. In the eleventh standard, I cannot “squander” my time, reading some books. I hope you comprehend, why I highlighted the word, squander. I have so many books, yet to be read, and unfortunately, I have to spend my time with the gargantuan JEE books, filled with aggravating problems and laws. I am so out of luck, that when I understood the profound love for books, I was detached from them. I have the Da Vinci Code, The Hush Hush sequels, The fault in our stars, Harry Potter books, The Great Gatsby, and many more, yet to be explored, resting on my shelves. I stare at them, in despair, and then, I turn my eyes back at the Nomenclature sums, where I have to conjecture the names of some pathetic, ludicrous chemical compounds.

So many aims and aspirations just fade away in this unending journey, don’t they? I feel to run away to some tranquil woods or a seaside, listen to music, read books, meet new people, learn new things. But, who will let me do that? I have to sit back, at my house, stare at the same ancient walls painted green, and orange, the same bright curtains, the mammoth sofas, the not-so-handsome dinning table, and my monotonous life. Okay, no more monotony. To my astonishment, I got a total of hundred likes. It may seem small to those, whose each post bears a number of maybe more than a hundred likes. However, I was too blissful to see that and sprang up in the air. My stats said that there were a total of two-sixty six views, and a hundred-ten visitors. Okay, touchwords is buzzing now. Not really! I am grateful, to whoever is reading this, because my works never got much appreciation. Needless to say that, there have been some people, who always stand by my side. So, I be on cloud nine, when I see some likes on my posts, or when the number of views elevate to an unexpected level. Thank you.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Pierced heart

Pierced heart

I can never fathom, why people pretend to be your best friends and then, be like strangers around you. Whenever they need assistance, they beg for it. However, they evade you, when everything is at its place. Doesn’t this mean to get used? Okay, if this means so, then, I am used everyday. An arrow pierces my heart, when I expound it to myself, that people were never better. This profound fact is too harsh to be explained to anyone. Let me talk about one instance, in a nutshell. It was a birthday of my friend, and, she had given her word to take us for lunch. However, she invited some to her house, without saying a word to the others. Although she was aware of that we had been to her house once, she didn’t care to tell us a word about it. Invitation does not matter. What matters is, her friendship and the bond we have. This proved me wrong, and I came across the excruciating truth that there was never one, and if there had been any, then it was frail like a leaf, shivering in the mighty storm. Getting to understand the world, is so astonishing, isn’t it? The most exasperating thing is that, I have to act like nothing had happened. Who is looked at, with disdain, all the time? I am. Who has got a raw deal? I have. Spellbinding life.

Now, let me talk about something, that doesn’t pierce my heart, but repairs it. Lately, I have been good friends with a person, who wants to be a movie director. Shall I mention the gender? Okay! He is the most talented person, I have ever come across. His creativity is something, that fetters me in a chain of entrancement. Although he always thinks that his plots and works are no better, they are out of the box. I do not know, how he manages to think so different but, he is rather a pessimistic being. His ideas are never stereotypical. I feel special when I am with Dipsha, Urvashi, Swarnika and, at times, Sowmya too. But, when he asks me to read his plots, edit them a bit, or what more he could add in, what some of the scenes should be like, how he could depict some of the sections, I feel important. Yes, important. Because, never do I get asked so many questions and he thinks I am intellectual enough to answer them. I am grateful to have a friend like him. Well, he said the same to me, yesterday. Don’t take it otherwise, because, there are no romantic vibes towards him. It was the end of the suspense, wasn’t it? What did you think, I was going to say, I have fallen in love with him or something astonishing like that? Sorry, some other day.

Today is the birthday, of one of my best friends, Arpita. I was determined to send her a recording just at midnight, and yes, I succeeded in doing that. I miss her so awfully, as she didn’t get enrolled into our school. There are so many people, I wished, would stay. But, does it ever work as you have planned?  No, is always the answer. I just got my chemistry book on my lap, and it is staring at me with eyes, full of exhilaration. Okay, I need to burn the midnight oil.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Love yourself

Love yourself

I had earlier taken an oath to post daily, whatever be it, but daily. I failed. Then, I promised to myself, if not daily, then I will write something over here at least, once a week. I failed again. This is the thing. When we don’t get appreciation or in this case, follows, likes and comments, we just break down and back out. We give up, thinking that it is really not our thing. However, in the end, who keeps on the track, works consistently, wins. My teacher said, lately, “If you work hard, you’ll get the upshot. That is that.” Although I don’t write to get likes and follows, I was crestfallen. To my astonishment, I was. I loathed this fact because I love writing and some likes and follows shouldn’t decide whether I should cease this. Again, I pledge to write once a week. Let us see, if I’ll be able to do that in the midst of the pandemonium in my life.

Life hasn’t been better, and I updated a status on Facebook, “I want to die.” I googled it, “I want to die.” The first result, “Need help? Call 022 2754 6669.” I wondered, there are so many people who yearn to give away their lives and, it is such a hard and perpetual feeling. One has to go through such a trauma, to wish for death. We, all, fear death. Who doesn’t? However, think of those, who want to embrace death. Death. A big word. It means the end of your existence. You won’t be able to talk to your kith and kin, laugh with them, sing a song, dance some weird steps, walk on the beach, gaze at the unending sky, read poetry, sleep beside the fire in the freezing nights, walk your pet, write your journal, and so more. You won’t be able to anything that you loved. Think of them, who want to give up all these. Think of their anguish which made them take such an awful step. Some say, you cannot suicide and it will be a shame. But, no. It isn’t a shame. It is shame on those people or those circumstances which made him or her do so. World never fathoms, does it? I would never say, you should not suicide. It isn’t the right word. I would say, you shouldn’t give up. I can comprehend the situation is so harsh to you, that you long to flee away so that you never have to perceive yourself, melancholy. But, remember, the Sun rises after the night. Always. Although the Sun dies every night so that her love, the Moon can rise, we behold her beautiful face every time we open our eyes. That rhymes well. I won’t ask you to have faith in others or God or the situation, rather I would ask you to have the same in yourself. Because it is you, who can fight the world the best. No other would ever fathom your agony, or do your work for you, or help you out, and it all comes down to you, when you have to win the war. And, you cannot say that you are fragile and you won’t be able to survive it. No, you can. Now, you may ask, who said that to me. My answer would be, I said that to myself. Because in every war, it is you, who will win and that is the only equation. There can be no other outcome. Keep this thing engraved in your heart and brain. You and only you will win. One last thing, whatever be it, love yourself.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Puzzled Life

Puzzled Life

To my misery, there were no more likes than two on my last post. However, I am grateful to Iridescence to read and like each one of my posts, every time. Thank you. Another reason that added to my sadness, is that I didn’t blog for four days. Yes, four days. I couldn’t make it up to myself, the promise I have made to myself that for this year, I’ll post a blog everyday, however short be it. As I couldn’t do this, now I am going to post, maybe, not everyday but at an interval of a short period of time. This is because, it is going to be class XI and I really don’t know how I am going to cope with it. I was going to blog on March 3, but Hush Hush, a book authored by Becca Fitzpatrick, kept me from doing so. It had been a year since I have been trying to finish reading the book, but, I could never do that for my examinations, tuition classes which would start just after the school got over, and the time I got, I couldn’t do anything but sleep due to my exhausted condition. Life is hard. Okay, so, on March 3, I beheld this book lying inside my cupboard, staring at me, clueless. The first thought that struck to my mind is to read it. Then, at the second instant, I thought to keep it for the next day and finish my Physics homework. However, the first thought won the war between the two, and I took the book and started reading it from where I have left it, a year earlier. Nora Grey, a high school girl, got to know Patch, towards who, she felt the most attracted, though she had the sense of something wrong about him. It is the story of a fallen angel, who is destined to fall in love with his Nephil vassel’s female descendant.  Actually, not destined. Yeah, maybe, because everything is destined. I am writing this now. This is also destined. He could either slay her and become human, or save her life from sacrificing herself behind which, he was the real cause, and become her guardian angel. He chose to be the guardian angel, though he had longed to be human from the beginning and because of this wish of his and his lust for a human girl long ago before he came to know about Nora, his wings were ripped apart and he was turned into a fallen angel. Love, isn’t it? It has its sequels. like Crescendo, Silence, and Finale. I ordered all of them today from flipkart, because I couldn’t hold back my inquisitiveness to read more of it. I cannot wait for them to arrive. Then again, I just get melancholy at the thought of reading my physics books and not these. I detest my life’s maintenance. Hush Hush kept me awake till 3 am when my mother got up and was astonished to see me reading a book till the hour of the evil, as I have heard it to be. The next day, morning, I finished the book and I couldn’t wait for the other sequels to be read and explored. Hush Hush resembles another book Dead Beautiful by Yvonne Woon. It is a story about a girl falling in love with an undead, whose soul was transferred to her body after he had died by drowning in a river, and now was soul-less, searching for his soul which was trapped in the body of his love. So, it depicts how she tried to be with her love eternally, because undeads have a certain time span within which if they find their souls and suck it out of the other’s body, then they come to life, and if not so, then they suck random souls and try to expand their lifetime, however it gradually fades away. It has sequels namely Life eternal and Love reborn. I hadn’t yet caught hold of Love reborn. I hope to do so soon.

The day before yesterday, at my English tuition classes, I read a little bit of The endless night by Agatha Christie. Gipsy’s Acre was really something that elevated my curiosity a level higher and I wanted to know why it was cursed, or if there was nothing like that of a curse, and it was all just made up. I’ll get to know that, when I go to the classes again, and that’s a week later. Before that I have to mess with my brain by reading the NCERT Physics books and my most hated enemy, Vector. I hope to read them today but as I poured life into my laptop, I was diverted to Facebook and some ludicrous games. Gosh, when am I going to grow up? Maybe, never. I am exhilarated for tomorrow. I hope it goes well and as planned, though life always surprises you and makes you step out of the track that you planned to take. Never lose hope, I would say. People around me always update some obtuse things about their relationships and photos, which are too ridiculous to be looked at, and I think how they get time to perform such tasks. Such hard, difficult, out of my reach tasks. Is it always necessary to make your personal life a public display? Look, who’s talking. I am making my personal, so not out of the box, cliche life to be read by you, lovely readers. I hope you really smile when you kind of relate to what I am attempting to say.

“What is physics?” It is a basic discipline of the category of Natural Science. It can also be said to be the study of the basic laws of nature that have manifestations in the natural phenomenon. “What is science?” It is the systematic attempt to understand the natural phenomenon, and using the so gained knowledge to modify, control and prognosticate the phenomenon. Yes, I had to go through such stuff.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Major missing

Major missing

I got the most likes on my last post. Eight likes. Yes. I was so gleeful to see that orange spot above the bell, saying, “Click me. Click me!” I kind of went back in time, and all those pictures reminded me of such beautiful times. Those backbench talks, and every conversation ended up making us laugh to tears, the corridors, the sunshine pouring in through the windowpane, the playground, the time spent with my friends among whom a few won’t be with me, though they have promised to me that they would stay in touch, the songs, dance moves which we barely could do, and the hugs will be missed the most. Urvashi, an amazing singer, after so many months sent me the recording of a song on WhatsApp. When I listened to it, I thought that her voice has changed so much. I realized that I hadn’t been listening to her songs, the way I used to, earlier. I cannot expound the void I feel in my heart when I imagine school without her, life without her. Her friendship, support, I cannot ever repay her in anyway. Talking to her, is by far, the best thing I have ever experienced. I listened to that recording for the billionth time and attempted to fathom that she hadn’t sung to me for months. I wanted to know what really had happened that it is now like this and not like the way it used to be. I hadn’t talked to Dipsha today.

Hannah Montana, was my childhood favourite. I don’t know why. Maybe, I know. Maybe, because they were the ones whom I watched everyday after coming home from school when I was a kid. 9XO is the channel, I am watching now, and it is Cake by the ocean. Joe Jonas, was my first real crush. I used to be mesmerized by him and his songs, still now. Have you watched Camp Rock? I watched it over and over again, just to see Joe Jonas. If anyone has a Time machine, please comment below. I need it. Debadrita continued to send me messages the whole day, on Facebook about how excited she is for the eighth of March. I am too.

Okay, so, I am way too sleepy, to continue this. Wait, I saw this post on Facebook and I shared it. It said, “Whatever your age maybe, if you disrespect me, there is no way I am going to respect you.” It said what I had been wishing to say since ages.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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