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Exam days. Especially finals. They are brutal, unforgiving, and tiresome. But usually I can ace them or at least I  could in FIS. In PPS I really need to try hard and float above the drowning ocean of academics. But for once today’s History and Civics exam was super easy. Easier than Maths 2 yesterday, which most of my friends discussed while clapping their hands to their heads in frustration. Today the discussion of the paper is cut short by other topics. The bus students including me are much more jovial today and decide to talk about other things. Suddenly, Amaradhevan  somehow lashes out or something at Aadita. She moves to stand near the school building by a big window and she notices some bags stacked in a corner. Her eyes quickly change from puzzlement to excitement. I move to see what she’s staring at and my jaw drops. In one of the bags, pink powder fills it to the brim. Pink powder, which I now remember is used to mark the lines for warmup sessions in the ground (whe...

Wednesday. It’s always better than Monday and Tuesday. We have Art and Art is a cool class where I play music  and draw my heart out. But ever since Wednesday,  16th February,  2022, I think art class in offline school opens new possibilities both artistic and hopeful. This Wednesday, 23rd February, 2022, I had a sneaking sense of deep anticipation. Perhaps we get another adventure of pleading for a good period we never had since online class started. I remember hearing about 7A and 7B getting PE class in offline school. My classmates yearn for a PE period too. Big Daddy J (he wants to be called that) and his friends want to play football. Pradhi probably wants a good basketball session. I would choose a great badminton game. Plans are in motion. Big Daddy J scripts a letter. Geetha Ma’am plans to talk to Aparna Ma’am and Jyotsna Ma’am and Carol Ma’am. And we cross our fingers and hope and I tell my classmates, “If we are lucky, this will be a new post for sure. One in ve...

Monday wasn’t interesting even for me, Maybe the occasional unintentional joke which cracks me up too much. But otherwise Monday has its blues which colours the day with different shades and each shade shows a different side of the day. On Monday, Akshat is behind me Manit on my right Vedant on my left. I’m surrounded by boys one of them who is very troublesome yet the other kids find him nice. I shake my head and wonder whether I’d be able to survive if I had a class like this. Akshat keeps calling Manit repeatedly Manit calmly ignores him. Then Akshat pokes me  and I turn around The teacher isn’t in class so it’s fine. He tells me to call Manit and I see through his plot plainly and tell him to bother me some other time. But he takes it like I meant it and on Tuesday, he still pokes me shoulder asking me to call Manit I tell him he is close enough to call him. I wish he didn’t irritate me so much but the irritations are usual. Monday is weird. Aadita, Akshat and Manit are talking...

Dance, I wonder what it is, We all would do it, When we're in a good mood, Or we just want to chill. Dance, It is soul in our body, In our feet and our hands, In every step and every swerve, And the groove to the beat. Dance, Man, it's everywhere, In every style, From robotics to contemporary, To  Bharatanatyam to Bollywood, To acro to lyrical, And it remains in our hearts. Dance, Something we shouldn't hesitate to do, Because it is something beautiful, To cherish, To remember, And to have fun at it, No matter the level, we must try.

I am a dreamer, I wonder about the world, I hear stories call out to me, I see the openings in literature’s seams. I am a thinker, I pretend to be normal, when I’m not, I feel the beats in a tale, I touch the sky with my pen, but just barely, I worry about the people close to me, I cry, thinking I’m small, when I’m big. I am a creator, I understand creativity, I say may thoughts, and nothing else, I dream of people listening to them, I try to excel in the places I’m good at, I hope I can see what’s the unexplored persona in me. This is me, but I have a few more words, I intend to choose the lesser paths where others fear to tread, I am an author, I am me.

I don't need fancy jewellery, I don't need a boy, I don't need royalty, I don't always play coy. I've read about princesses, They've got it all, I want a bright future, Not a fancy-pants mall. Girls don't always adhere, To the rules given to them, I'd rather wrestle a Sasquatch, Than stitch a dress's hem. See, Shiny ain't respect, The whole point of a princess, Is to look after her country, And take care of all its needs, Not to wear gold on her neck, Or frolic around in a frilly dress!    

Whoever's reading this, Please pay attention, What is in this poem, It will make you safer, I must mention. What isn't yours, Can never be yours, But if you try to poke yourself into it, My friend, Trouble may brew out of it, You see,  Let me tell you a story, I once tried to solve everyone's problems, And tried to stop a boy, But then, I became a potential target, And the problems weren't solved, Now, he hates me, but I don't, I just want him to know, I make mistakes, perfect I'm not, And those who are reading this, I'm sorry for all the terrible burdens I brought, And I'll make a wrong right, And I suggest you, too, Never tread this way, It will give you a worse plight. And yeah, also, those who are reading this and now are actually going to think I'm crazy, I hereby declare a mention to: Aarav_The_Kejiriwal

Ho-de-dum, I was on my way, Having fun, With nothing sad to say, But in came this warlord, Of whom I've learnt before, And he wasn't a nice guy, was he? The answer is, "No!" Some treat him like a hero, Some are clearly scared, One calls him eternal, Another runs away as a dare... Yes, I haven't met him, But he sure equals a fire, Which,  If you have the line ready, He shall say his prayers, And forever goodbye! However, it is still a challenge, And for that, I must check out, What would be my dream desire, Could be my nightmare of a disaster!

Hi there!! Thanks a lot for commenting on the previous clue!  SPECIAL SHOUT-OUTS TO: - Julian Xavier of Redfall - The Riddle Master! - Ariana - Niharik a Hope you like this first poem.  Here it is: Explorer Academy, A futuristic school, Located in Washington D. C., You may think, ‘Hogwarts isn’t that cool!’ Technology to blow your mind, And exploration too, With training from the best teachers, Anywhere you may survive, Even the frostbite and the loo! But, please note: A pharmaceutical named Nebula, Is targeting a young boy, Live he may, Nebula however endangers, Those he meets on his way, Yes, Explorer Academy may be a haven, But, beware: Amidst all the exploring and tech, Who knows? Danger may lie there…

Psst! New addition: poems.  I'm not very good at writing them, but I hope everyone likes them. First poem will be posted on Friday. Topic: E_ _ _ o _ _r  A _ _ _ _ m _  Bye!! Signed, Melody Venerie Vega P.S. Those who guessed the topic right will get a special shout-out in my next post, so please comment!