AnIndianStudent

 This is an interpretation of a diary of an immortal man. In this timeless diary of that person, the pages echo with the weight of endless memories, spanning civilizations, witnessing the rise and fall of nations. As centuries pass, the diary becomes a refuge- a repository of emotions rarely shared in a boundless time trapped in his own eternal isolation. Through it all the diary remains an eternal witness of the sheer human will as he travels through the eons. Statue of a figure in a glass box. 12th year:     This year I'm sure I'll join the school volleyball team. They have to take me in. I have defeated Jim in the monthly volleyball tournament. Also, Olivia is a mean little girl. Why does she have to punch me for proposing to her? She is not that pretty anyway. At least I can play on my console all night today cause Mom's at her cousin's. I would definitely finish that ice cream in the fridge, all by myself. 17th year:      Next year, I'll be 18. I will get my dr

Often times we find ourselves in captivity of certain emotions, be it love, despair, anguish or simply hatred. We may find it hard to let go of those emotions, which eventually get bottled up and lead to unsavory circumstances. This blog post is meant to reflect some of my experiences and how I dealt with those emotions. Nostalgia: The act of reminiscing one's past while trying to relive those memories in consciousness is known as nostalgia. We all get nostalgic once in a while. It is a bittersweet emotion. Let me share one of my silly nostalgic experience with you. So I love Minecraft. Yes the game. We had online classes during covid and I was at least playing 12 hours a day. I used to play it with my friends on a world we've created together. I was way too much invested into it. Then something bad happened. My laptop's battery fried up. It was so devastating for me back then that I was literally broken. I was working on a mega-project in-game back then when it happened. I

I definitely would say that summer has my eternal hatred among all other seasons, but my second least favorite season is monsoon. There are no special monsoon rain activities. I feel really grateful to spend this time of monsoon at home because I really hate going out and getting wet. I remember one of my nostalgic monsoon memories was that last year at this time the weather was clear and sky was beautiful. Here's a pic of that: Its weird how time works. Everything constantly changes. I remember this quote from my all time favorite sitcom, "Bing Bang Theory". "Sheldon cooper:  In an ever-changing world it is a single point of consistency. If my life were expressed as a function on a 4-space|four-dimensional Cartesian coordinate system, that spot, at the moment I first sat on it, would be (0,0,0,0)."   He was just referring to his couch. Although I am not terrified of change, I would still like a few things to never change which I would not disclose here for obvi