Today’s Prompt: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.
Today’s Twist: Write this post in a style distinct from your own.
We all fear something in life. Sometimes more than one fear at the same time. It could have a fear of failing in class, a fear of “what-if?”, a fear of dying alone and lonely, and so on and so forth.
I’m no exception. I’ve had my fair share of fears. I still do too. But somehow as each fear arises, solutions also manifest that help me overcome. Sometimes, it’s easy. Sometimes I need to sleep on it. Sometimes I’ll have to talk it out with someone who’s faced it. No matter the method, a solution is always available. The fact is that this too shall pass.
Continue reading Day 17: Cut. Copy. Paste.
Today’s Prompt: Where did you live when you were 12 years old?
Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences
I have had Photoshop lessons. And that introduced me to a feature called content-aware. This post seems to be a full-blown account of writing with awareness about the content and this is what goes through my mind when I read this. And I have a personal twirl on Today’s Prompt. An experience that I had when I was a 12-year-old nerdy kid. It was a competition for which I had been chosen to participate in. It was a national level competition and I had to travel to New Delhi (close to 2500KM or 1550 miles). The qualifying round was actually simple. The round involved a multiple choice question answer quiz about computers and such. The unexpected was getting selected. There were brainier kids in my class, not to count for the brainier classes nearby.
Continue reading Day 11: Memory Lane
Today’s Prompt: Who’s the most interesting person (or people) you’ve met this year?
Today’s twist: Turn your post into a character study.
This year I did meet a lot of people. Each one has proven to be quite as interesting as the previous one. Somehow, each person has taught me something new and imbibed me with some lessons. Lessons that came not just from the positive experiences, but from the negative ones as well.
Continue reading Day Six: Characters…
“The world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”Sirius Black
I am leaving my school, where others can find
Memories of mine, which I leave behind.
I first came here at the age of three
An age when everyone is careless and free.
As my childhood days slowly flew,
My standard of studying also grew.
My friends and I had regular Monday morning blues,
We are now remorseful for wanting to avoid school.
Laughter caused by the jokes we cracked,
Class tests in which marks we lacked,
The playgrounds with cricket bats,
And stage plays in which we got to act,
Have all become completely abstract.
I used to think that the strict teachers were really bears,
But now I realise that they were the ones who really cared.
We used to run out at the stroke of the bell,
Running out thinking that we were escaping hell.
But now that all of us have become alumni,
We don’t have the heart to say goodbye.
They say that school is one’s second home,
It is with that thought that I finish my poem.