Stories of a Weirdo

 It all started with my utterly disturbed life. My life was like the life of a bird, which was in a cage since her birth. I was 21 then, a brown girl, not at all beautiful. My days were monotonously spent studying and listening to taunts from my parents and then the nights, they too weren’t different at all. I was lost in this crowded world, all alone. I had no one to spend my evenings with, to share my day with or to have my dinners with. I never belonged to the family I was born in, and they never let me spend my time with my friends. Technically I was trained to love the monotonousness of this robotic life, which apparently I hated. I have a family comprising four people. Maa, the head of our family, actually never loved me because I am a girl child, and she wanted a boy. To be honest, I never cared much about that. But, I hated the way she used to showcase her hatred religiously daily. I literally used to cry every day. Next is my father, Papa. I guess he loves me but he actual...

 It's been a week since I have seen my frustrated voice guy. I still don't know why I call him my guy, but it feels like he is destined for me or I am destined for him. And it's not like he is ever going to read my blogs, so why not. Anyways, exams are in a month, and I have got so many things to work on. My mocks aren't going any good, nor my syllabus is halfway complete. I really need to pull up my socks. But before that, I really need a chai break. Ram, one of my very close friend, joined me for the break. I was just climbing down the stairs, giving random facts about some random thing to Ram, and I heard someone yelling 'sir'. With a very dramatic hair flip, I turned back. 'Coming in 2 mins, just closing this main door'. This was the same voice. Obviously, there was no frustration in the tone this time, but it was the same deep, low-pitched voice. I quickly turned back to his face. He was there. For a second, I got numb. We generally spend so much ti...

 While solving an advanced level quant question, after almost an hour and a half, I decided to give up. I took out my phone and looked at its screen. Among so many notifications and unread messages, what most intrigued me was the date, Feb 2 2020. "It's just a month and a half left for my exams. So many topics to cover and such a little time." I strained. And that strain made me close the cap of my pen, put it in pages of my notebook and asked me to get off my seat to take a break for 15 mins. I have heard that taking out little moments of joy from your hectic life actually lead to some hike in your productivity. I don't know how much of it is true but, here I am, back again on the same terrace of the library, I study in. It's going to be hard to swallow, but, my little escape from the hectic schedule is the noise of the world. Yes, the noise which generally irritates people, gives me peace. "Tonight?" I heard a guy talking on the phone. It was a new voi...