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  ABSOLUTELY NOTHING  Today, I read Ruskin Bond's  Once Upon A Mountain Time , which left me inspired to write something. So, I took out my laptop, switched it on, opened a Word file, drank water from my bottle, got prepared to type.........and nothing.  That's it. Nothing. I was blank. I mean has there ever been a time in your life when you want to do something, you are bubbling with inspiration.......but you can't do anything? Nothing. Do you know why that happens? It's probably 'cuz the human brain isn't a broken washing machine. You just can't hit it on the top to get it to work... You need *thunder rolling in the background* INSPIRATION. For example, this guy, Henry Derozio, saw a fakir( saint, I guess) meditating on a rock, and BOOM...he got inspired and wrote a poem THE FAKIR OF JUNGHEERA! Also, another example, I was looking at my water bottle, and got inspired to write this! My point is that inspiration comes in different forms for different people....

  Veranda Steps I sat on my verandah steps, thinking. It was a beautiful October afternoon; not too hot, not too cold. A cool breeze was blowing, picking up the fallen leaves as it went along, and depositing them at my feet. My long, brown hair fell about my shoulders. I really did not think too much about how I looked, or what I wore. My clothes just had to be comfortable, and my appearance- not too disheveled. Any onlooker would have seen a girl of about twelve, of a lean, but sturdy build, a light tan and chocolate brown hair blowing about in the breeze, sitting in deep thought, her right arm supporting her head. And, indeed, I was in deep thought, questions flying through my head, a mile per minute. Why did we have to move? How was Kolkata going to be like? Would I never see my friends again? Friends. A bitter snort escaped my lips. Friends who made me feel guilty about leaving them. Friends who had just ignored me after finding out that I was moving. At that moment, I wasn...

  The Forgetful Stranger The night outside was windy, felt like a storm coming on. Looked like Timmy, my dog too could feel it. “Well I certainly don’t want to be out in that storm, do you Tim?” I murmured. But a dog tends to be pretty one-sided when in a conversation. What woke me I don’t know, but I could see that whatever it was, it had awakened Timmy too. He nudged me and whined softly. The storm had picked up, and the rain was absolutely pouring. “Looks like a cloud burst.” I muttered. Suddenly, the window flew open, and I got down from the bed to close it. When I had closed it and was standing beside it, I thought I saw a movement outside. It was foggy, and I couldn’t see properly. I got back into bed, but could not go to sleep. As I was staring out of the window while lying in bed, I thought I saw someone sitting under the Willow tree that was just a short distance away from my window. I opened the window and looked out. Yes, someone was sitting there alright. I shou...

 Exams NOTE: CONTAINS THE CRAZY TALKS OF A CRAZY GIRL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.... STILL HERE? OK...... Okay, so what are exams? Whenever any writer writes this question, they launch into a full explanation on what exams are, why are they important, why we should take them seriously, blah blah blah...….*yawn*. But I, my dear reader, am not going to bore with all those stuff. Nope, today, my friend, we are going to go into the world of students...decode the word 'exams'.....also decode the secrets of the universe, and .......wait for it......wait for it......save the world!!  Okay, okay, just kidding about the last part.  Welp, (and no, that was not a typo, I'm  kinda crazy like that, deal with it) moving on.  So exams, for a student, I should know 'cuz I am one, is basically a question paper and an answer sheet. The question paper contains the questions, and the answer sheet is where you write down the answers, as you can tell. But,...