Miss. Eloquent

It's been a long time coming, but- It's you guys and me, that's my whole blog, They whisper in the comment section,  "She's a lazy, lazy girl" "She's a lazy, lazy girl"  Whoosh, "Welcome to The Blog!" While Taylor was busy in her Era's Tour, I was also busy with my Boards Tour. The difference? Well, she had fans screaming her name and sold-out stadiums, meanwhile I had invigilators glaring at me for daring to turn my head around, and a sold-out stock of erasers, desperately trying to erase my mistakes See, I have a solid alibi. I wasn't just being lazy. I was literally stu-dying.   The last two years gave me my life's best memories. Best people. And best place to hone my humour (not that I was successful). Moments are more fleeting than a sneeze. But its impression lasts longer than the red nose. My high school was a blend of all genre. I got friends who made me laugh to death and teachers who resurrected me ...

  T/W: a not-so-poetic rant ahead. The shrouded hope flows in our cascade of life. This world has people like heartful poems and hurtful elegies. Together, growing like twins where one occupies more space in the cot and the other fights to gain some space. Ever since your birth, you see this world fight. People consider their life a war but when they lose, they blame their fortune and not their believes.  People ask "How do we fight pain, wound and trauma?" But how many of the people answers with a "You don't fight them. They become a part of you."?  Maybe its just a handful of people, far lesser than a teen's hair fall.  Hope itself is a big word. Sometimes, it is just like the surname of a girl. You never know if it remains the same. And, when grief replaces hope, it just becomes another of your school notebooks, wrapped in royal brown, but inside, homes your poorly written classwork, for which the world blames you and your parents and never themselves for...

Of the total population of 7.9 billion, only 1834 people read me(well, the germs around, read me too) and this gives me so much happiness. When I first started blogging, I didn't have any idea how to do that, so I decided to post my poetry. But still, I felt something was missing. I couldn't find myself on those posts. (don't assume that my earlier posts were written by ghost Adrika. It was me only ^__^) And then all of a sudden, my little grey cells stirred up and I asked it, "hey brain, would you collaborate with me to spice up my posts?" Luckily she agreed, and tada I'm here trying to entertain you guys with my rotten humor (lol). You may wonder, why this girl is making us bore by talking about this. My friends, please don't think that cuz I don't have an answer for it myself. Maybe that is what happens when you forget that your bookmark section has something called "Blogger". You forget how to blog. You start rambling. You start using emo...

My 2020 Album: Twinkle with Reflection   Side by Side, Hand in Hand, we reached to the end of another year, infact another decade. Living with dream, unlocking the road to tomorrow, striving for bright future we arrived to a new chapter.    This year was brimmed with uncertainities. We all were cocooned inside the four     walls.  But reflecting back to this wild year, I find a lots of thing which came to me as a boon. As we are human beings, so our life must go forth every moment with a positive loom.This situation has surely brought a new aura with unexpected changes in lifestyle. Stepping out, we have found that earth has regained its lost treasure.    I am not very dissatisfied with this year. I found a new way to enjoy amidst gloom. I call it: "365 Goodness". Whether you killed a fly or accomplished something, put it down in your journal. Few of  which I wrote were:  1 I atlast found my post-it notes inside the gum boots, hence...

  Festivity with Mask “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times ." ~ Charles Dickens, A Tale of two Cities This line from the classic novel, A Tale of two City is  felicitous to describe the 2020 Durga Puja. On one hand, the pomp and glory of Maa Durga's arrival and on the other the  catastrophic outbreak of Covid 19. How can the people even retain the colors of this auspicious day?  This   different Puja episode with masks and maintaining social distancing was somewhat unexpected, but at the same point a new experience. I didn't expected to have such a lovely Puja with my parents and brother. We watched movies, had indoor photoshoots, played games, read plenty of books, did wierd food experiments and so much more.    The ten days of puja went in the blink of an eye with heartful fun and amusement. From eating sweets to praying Maa Durga, nothing was missed but done in a  cautious  way. I had video calls with my intimate friends an...