She's Leaving

So one of my best friends is leaving the country as I type. She's on her way to Delhi right now to catch a flight to London and subsequently to LA where she's probably gonna live for the rest of her life but that's not the point. The point is that my ray of constant happiness is leaving. Sabrina is leaving.

Of course we'll still talk everyday and we'll be constantly snapping each other but it's not the same uk? I can't hug her. I can't eat shitty cuppa noodles with her (okay it's not that shitty but I ate em cuz she liked em) I can't have instant text replies because timezones exist, 

The first memory I have of her is hearing about her and a guy called Sarthak. I didn't know her then. I'm glad I didn't. We were completely different people then and I guess we would've hated each other. 

Fast forward to January of 2016. It was the 11th I think. We texted each other on snapchat about something and we clicked instantly. We exchanged num…

2 Years and 15 Days (Give or Take) + A Year Before If That Counts

As I write this I'd like to thank the girl who reminds me constantly why I write. She reminds me why I record memories into words and those words into this website or in smaller pieces on some other social media. Whether it be in a cryptic manner or in a raw unadulterated way, I have managed to type out all major landmarks in my life in the past 3 years or so. Now I know why.

Just a couple of minutes ago she texted me with screenshots of two posts. "Shit Happens" and "Last Day Of Tenth Grade" and she thanked me for writing those two posts. Reality is, in those two posts you can see how much changed. Aalya, you have become so much and this post is for you. (I'm sorry if some or most of this doesn't make sense to you, stranger on the internet, this is one of the most specific posts I've ever written, you can totally hate me for not being relatable)

I can't describe our friendship because my words won't do it justice. But I can at least list out …

Random Dream #1

I remember my dreams quite often. And most of them are weird af. I have decided not to stress anymore about the content of this blog and just write about what I want to remember. I hope that's okay w you.

So it started with a play rehearsal at school. It was hella odd and I had to hold hands and dance with someone who could've been rajnikant on a 5 feet high stand made of sticks. It wasn't a solid structure. It was kind that they make around buildings when it's supposed to be painted.

Anyway, after rehearsal went well, I went to inquire on some people as to why they didn't come. Somehow two of those people were a couple with apparently seven kids. (ik I'm crazy. Sue me) They were on an bus duty for four other families with seven kids ¿?¿ and therefore were handling 35 kids.

Then one of my friends, Vishal, gets Smera and I to the top floor somehow and we are standing in front of the junior wing staircase in the middle of the school. Here comes the weird part. T…


A couple of days ago I was travelling from Chandigarh to Delhi. Once we entered Delhi, I was just looking out the window and you know, observing. I saw a man in a regular car, it was a Honda City I guess. He was singing to himself it appeared. But a little later I saw a lady sitting in the passenger seat, probs his wife, making a video of him singing. It was actually quite cute. They were laughing and being all happy and my mind automatically thought "goals". A couple of minutes later I saw a couple in an Audi. The man was scowling and the lady was looking down at her phone, least bothered. Maybe the Honda people were had the greatest day and maybe the Audi people were having the worst day ever or just tired. I don't know. But what I want to say is that having more money doesn't m3an being more happy. Happiness comes from us. Happiness comes from people around us. It doesn't matter whether you have a Maruti or a Porsche Cayenne. If you're not happy, none of i…

Does It Scare You?

I might've wrote about this before but I have a feeling that it must've been ages ago if I did.

So basically my question to you is, Does it scare you? The future? Because I am terrified.

I don't normally think about what is to happen or what is in store because thinking about it  makes my head hurt. But it's just that the other day I was talking to a friend of mine and I realized how things change in an instant. We might think it takes a shittonne of time for things to change because as we live day by day everything stays the same for the most part but as we look back a month or a year we see how different everything is. People leave, things change, new people come into your life.

I'd like to point out all the things that have changed in my life recently. (Or the last 3 years)

Just about a month ago I decided to text this said friend because this other friend set it up. And well now we talk without fail almost everyday late into the night. It's nothing romanti…

Last Day Of Tenth Grade

Where I'm from, alot of people change schools after tenth grade to go to school who have a better faculty for their subjects of choice. (Yes, we get to choose subjects in 11th grade, not before that). I'm staying where I am though. (For those who are curious, I'll be taking Sociology, Psychology, Web Technology, Economics and English, which is compulsory.) And I still have to take my finals but I think I should document that last actual day.
BTW, I'm just gonna use real names because I don't want to forget who did what when I read this in the future.

Well here's how the last working day of 10th went.

We had all decided to get a spare school tshirt to write wishes and stuff on. So we got those and kept them away for a later hour. 

In the fourth period, our class teacher (Preeti Ma'am) came into the room. She made us tell stories about the past years and how they have shaped us. Shashvat told us about the first day he came to school in fourth grade and how he was…

What's Up What's New

Hey people of the internet! How're you doing? Good? I hope so. I hope each and everyone of you is having a good day and if not, I hope it gets better. I'm just going to ramble for a few, this isn't a proper post, sorry. 

So I had this thought the other day about destiny (or fate). There are two ways to think of it. 
First is that we make our destiny. Everything thing we do, every decision we take, is creating a future for us. We are shaping our fate with every thought we have. 
The second way is that fate is predetermined.  There is a place where we are supposed to reach and we do not have any choice but to follow the path that is laid out for us. We might think we have a say but we don't. There might be many doors in front of us but those doors ultimately lead to the same path that was set for us. 
Personally, I believe in the second way. We might think 'life is what you make it" but in reality, everything you'll ever achieve, people you'll meet, people y…