Poetic rants.

Rants are a part of life. There’s nothing you can do about it. There’s actually something extremely intriguing about it. It’s how you do it that matters. Not why you’re doing it. Or even if there are opinions that conflict these.

So I found ways to doing this. And one way that really relieved me is either making poetry or reading. You can also find this on my Instagram.https://www.instagram.com/p/BXz7iuAFf69/

“Broken”

“Broken”- We’re all a little broken,

Broken in our own way,

But the last time I checked,

Broken crayons still color.
We’re all a little alone,

Aloned by people,

But you still have yourself,

To bring some cheer into your way.
We’re all a little hated,

Hated for our real,

But the last person I spoke to,

Told me I am loved.
We’re all a little jealous,

Jealous cause why not me?

But your time will come when you take chances.
We’re all a little joyful,

Joyful cause it’s life,

Live it and experience every emotion.

-Shashvathi S Hariharan

And then, she gave in;

Gave in her strength and stopped holding herself back.

She let those tears roll down her cheeks, those cheeks that had never been wet by tears.

As the water hit her face, she moaned. They collided and hit the floor

Invaluable and precious tears that could’ve shed for something better,

rather than this. – Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Strange”

Her soul was a strange one.

A mixture of the strangest, yet beautiful things.

Strange? What is strange? Strange  is falling in love with the unique things. Unique things that people don’t notice, notice the beauty in them.

She loved the gloom of the rain.

She loved the aftermath of rain- everything about it..

She loved books, the smell, the feel, the way she could escape reality.

She loved the eyes of people, the way each one could convey what it’s been through.

She was special, unique and strange yet beautiful.

She knew that beauty wasn’t on the outside,

It was on the inside, and the inside is what matters.

She was strange, yet beautiful on the inside.- Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Cared”

She just cared so much.

So much, for everything.

It was just part of her,

And that was why she got hurt.

People knew she cared, and they took her for granted.

She would bend down to give a hand and people would tread on her hand.

She knew she’d  have to change, but it’s easier said than done.

And then the day dawned, she’d had enough.

Sh told herself “Enough”.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Colors”

Our life is a surge of colors.

We are in ourself, a beautiful rainbow.

Have you seen a rainbow?

It’s beautiful! And, it’s made of a lot of colors.

Colors that depict beauhy of itself.

Sometimes, you’re a bright yellow, to light up someone’s day.

And then, sometimes you’re a pretty pink, just too beautiful to handle.

I’ma red too, too spicy and rude to be human.

But then there’s blue when you feel deep in the dumps.

And the worst feared- black.

I feel black, dark and lonely.

I feel alone.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

Extremes” and another one I didn’t name. Meh.

Have you ever noticed, sometimes in life you’re either gasping for breath either because you’re laughing way too hard or you’re crying way too hard. The extremes always leave you breathless.

*****†***†***********†******

Sometimes I wished life was a lot simpler,

But I have come to understand that,

If life decided to collapse, it would collapse gracefully,

And rebuild itself with utmost strength.

Strength, that will uphold it next time. -Shashvathi S Hariharan

Sometimes life has come to a point, where crying, talking or poetry don’t mean anything more.

She took a deep breath.

It would be the last adventure of her life.

She let her feet slip,

And she soared.

She felt pumped once and for last.- Shashvathi S Hariharan.

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And then silence prevailed.

They got closer and closer. And almost everything had come to order.

She felt complete.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

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That’s not all. I’ve written lots of other which I’ve misplaced and will take 84 years to find. So the next blog I’d probably get more.

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A tip for over thinkers.

Are you SiCk anD TiReD oF OVerThiNking? Well, here’sthe solution for you…

Just kidding.

Well, yeah I do have a solution, but not for stopping it. For reducing it and being more reasonable about what you think. Or rather, OVerThiNk.

*Drumroll*

Music is the key. 

Put on headphones and start studying, and you will procrastinate. And as you procrastinate, start thinking about how shitty your day has been. Whatever music it may be, it’s gonna make you feel better.

If it’s Happy, it will give you good vibes and you know, get you to the positive things that happened today.

If it’s Sad, well, just cry it out. Make sure you have some tissues and some ice cream and the Air Conditioner switched on for extra effect. And if you’re a writer, take your journal and write poetry, or just write about the day with maximum profanity.

It it’s peppy, turn up the volume to the highest and jump around your room like a lunatic, well, at least till the neighbors complain what a noisy vermin you are. Or, just start laughing as though your crush just told you a joke. Yeah. I mean, just fake it. Laugh till your stomach aches, or until your younger brother comes to check on you if you’re okay.

Or if you want extra extra effect, complete all your work and go to bed like super early. And then, put on headphones and think. Or you could do the following things:

  • Cry silently
  • Scream into the pillow
  • Cry loudly, and wait for everyone to burst into your room, and then when they ask why, tell them “Nothing.” with a dramatic sniff.
  • Orrrrr, best of all. Take your phone and text your friend/ mom aaand …Rant your butt off. 

The last one has a lot of bonus points, especially if it’s your friend. Cause now they know what a cry baby you are.😂😂

Disclaimer: This blog has been written with a lot of humor. But that doesn’t mean it’s a joke. It’s just humor- ised so my readers can have a good time. And also, follow these without any shame.

 Also, to make you feel better, I do all of these. Be rest assured.

26 puns that are kissable.

You know you’ve failed life when you realize that you have failed to write a pun blog. And be rest assured, puns aren’t simple jokes that you just laugh at and move on. They’re beautiful jokes that are modified to make sure, they have two or more sides to them. 

If you know me well, you’d know that I have a spiritual connection with them. And I can relate to them on the highest spirituality level as possible. So, you have the authoritative stamp by the queen of puns. (Yes, that’s me.)

I know that’s a bad pun. I hope you can bear that.😉

“I know ju lying. It ain’t here yet.”


Gloomy days argon. Chemistrical puns are here​.

I energy. Positive energy. OMG. I PROTON.

What happens when you fart in an art gallery? It becomes a fart gallery.😫😂


Ran ran go away. Come again another day.

Can you change your mind, before getting a brain transplant?”

Are you stoned?

Then the dentist advised him to go to Mt. Brushmore.

Sure. Ring ’em up

And I love you a latte.

But they’re also down to earth.

And he’s getting roast.

Justin Bieber be like “What Do You Mean?”

Ice cube be like, I was water before, I just got cooler.

Don’t be shelfish.

Her voice was horse.

The pen said “You have a point.”

DAY- UUUUM.

Eggsactly.

And then the noodle shouted “You IMPASTA, get outta here before you get roasted.”

Dab some soap into your hands and clean ’em up!

“I feel- HIC!- woozy and- HIC!- cheezhy.” said the cheese.

Dumble.

Dumble Door

“Sho(u)cks!”

AANNNND….*drumroll* I love you guys a latte. Have a good daytrogen.

13 Reasons Why ’13 Reasons Why’ is simply badass.

I’ve recently been binge watching 13 Reasons Why, and I have also finished on the book and I find it very intriguing. So, here I’ve put together 13 Reasons Why the storyline is BADASS.

  1. It spreads awareness, and educates people on why suicide is not a way to end problems.
  2. You can sure do some reality checks.  To all those people wondering, I think it’s quite realistic about the world out there. 
  3. Revenge. Well, I don’t think revenge is a bad thing. Hannah’s​ comeback was probably the best thing to do after such torture.
  4. Clay Jensen. For nerds like me, I think Clay Jensen would be a kindred spirit of mine. 
  5. Friends. Its important to choose friends carefully, whom you can have faith on and you know will be by your side at all time.
  6. Don’t believe people. People are mean. It’s completely fine to step back at times and watch before you bring them into your close circle. (Yeah, I mean Justin Foley.)
  7. Move on. Like how Mr. Porter put it, sometimes it’s just about moving on with life, you can’t just dwell on problems.
  8. Those memes. It’s simply awesome that you can also get to the humourous side of the story by chewing on these memes.
  9. Season 2 is coming!! I mean, who doesn’t want another season to watch?? Some stories are so beautiful that you’d never want them to end.
  10. Okay. Let’s be honest. I partly fell for it because Selena Gomez was producing it. And that, sure enough lured many people into this.
  11. The music is awesome. Like totally, I’ve been keeping its soundtrack on repeat for a few weeks now.
  12. The cast of Thirteen Reasons Why. They were amazing, playing those characters so well and really bringing out all emotions. Frankly, at the end, I was almost in tears.
  13. Mystery. Who doesn’t like mystery?? It was a gripping one, with enough elements to keep people going through right to the end.

The Ultimate Playlist.

Music means a lot to me. I thought I should make a playlist- blog post cause every blog has one. These are some songs that truly mean something to me. So here you go!!

  • Cold- Maroon 5 ft.Future
  • Everyday- Ariana Grande ft. Future
  • Barcelona- Ed Sheeran
  • BO$$- Fifth Harmony
  • This is What You Came For- Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna
  • Castle On the Hill- Ed Sheeran
  • Something Just Like This- The Chainsmokers &The Coldplay
  • All We Know- The Chainsmokers ft. Phoebe Ryan
  • Closer- The Chainsmokers ft. Halsey
  • Don’t let me down- The Chainsmokers ft. Daya
  • Nancy Mulligan- Ed Sheeran
  • History- One Direction
  • Paris- The Chainsmokers
  • Setting Fires- The Chainsmokers
  • Let me Love you- D J Snake ft. Justin Bieber
  • Drag Me Down- One Direction
  • Story of my life- One Direction
  • Love me like you so- Ellie Goulding
  • Miss Movin’ on- Fifth Harmony
  • Sledgehammer- Fifth Harmony
  • That’s my girl- Fifth Harmony
  • Galway Girl- Fifth Harmony
  • I Don’t Wanna Live Forever- ZAYN, Taylor Swift
  • I hate you, I love you- Gnash ft. Olivia O’ Brian
  • Just Hold on- Steve Aoki, Louis Tomlinson
  • Baby- Justin Bieber ft. Ludacris ( You gotta forgive me for this. I don’t know why I like it. It’s probably because, he sounds like a girl, or because it’s about First Love.)
  • Sorry- Justin Bieber
  • Chained to the Rhythm- Katy Perry ft. Skip Marley
  • Firework- Katy Perry
  • Rise- Katy Perry ( Okay, this song’s got some serious stuff. It inspires me more than anything.)
  • Hot N Cold- Katy Perry
  • This is How We Do- Katy Perry
  • It Ain’t me- Kygo, Selena Gomez
  • First Time- Kygo, Ellie Goulding
  • Lean On- D J Snake & major Lazer ft. MØ
  • Bad Things- Machine Gun Kelly, Camila Cabello ( This song means hella a lot to me. It’s really close to me and gets to me to my highest and extreme most emotions)
  • Down- Marian Hill
  • Me Too- Meghan Trainor ( Yeah, nice quirky song to get your spirits up in the morning)
  • I’m a Lady- Meghan Trainor
  • Confident- Demi Lovato (Aaah..another of those beautiful inspirational ones)
  • We Don’t Talk Anymore- Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez
  • Heart Attack- Demi Lovato
  • Soap- Melanie Martinez
  • Dollhouse- Melanie Martinez
  • Best​ Song Ever- One Direction
  • Sugar- Maroon 5
  • Uptown Funk- Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars
  • That’s What I Like- Bruno Mars
  • Reflection- Fifth Harmony
  • Work- Rihanna
  • Only You- Selena Gomez
  • Same old Love- Selena Gomez
  • Try Everything- Shakira
  • I’m in Love with a Monster- Fifth Harmony ( Yaaay! This is one of those good vibe songs I love and is also one of my all- time-favourites. I can listen to it at any mood.)
  • Shape Of You- Ed Sheeran ( Aah, one more of those all- time- favourites and good vibe ones.)
  • I Know What You Did Last Summer- Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello
  • Treat You Better- Shawn Mendes
  • Bad Blood- Taylor Swift
  • Red- Taylor Swift
  • Begin Again- Taylor Swift
  • 22- Taylor Swift
  • Shake it Off- Taylor Swift
  • Blank Space- Taylor Swift
  • Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran
  • Sign Of The Times- Harry Styles
  • We are Never Ever Getting Back Together- Taylor Swift
  • I Knew You Were Trouble- Taylor Swift ( ALERT: DEEP EMOTIONS)
  • Worth it – Fifth Harmony ft. Kid Ink
  • Work From Home- Fifth Harmony ft. TY Dolla $ign
  • Stay- Zedd, Alessia Cara
  • New Man- Ed Sheeran

Okay, this is probably ultimate playlist and I know I probably left some of YOUR favorite songs. If I did, just notify me. And, BTW, I didn’t put *all* of my favorite songs in this either. I’ve only put some of my recent favorite most. So I would sure be making edits. Stay tuned.

Hold it, bruh! 

Hey there Sid! Thanks for staring right into my phone while I begin an honorable blog about you. 

I don’t mean the Sid in Ice Age. Nah. I mean my beloved brother, Sidharth. 

How I met him? HAHAHA. Very funny. He came into my house, and then turned the boss baby. Not exactly, but soon enough he became the reason to attract a large number of enthusiastic guests afterward. Well, they sure had a lot of suggestions to handle a tender baby (not exactly..I dont think he’s tender anymore) like him.

I still remember, the day he was named was when I lost my first milk tooth. Yup, my tooth was more of a milestone than his name. LOL? Maybe. Just a random fact, my brother lost his first milk tooth TODAY. Yup, the 30th April, 2017. 

Well, he literally ‘lost’ it. He woke up to a beautiful rebellious morning with me, today.  He woke me up in a very sucky manner, and suddenly realized his shaky tooth was missing. “Great, at least your calcium intake would increase. Duh, you must’ve swallowed it, sweets.” I assured him. My mom suggested the tooth fairy must’ve taken it. Yep, they stuck with it and off he is showing off his missing tooth to everyone.

Back to his name. His spelling is “Sidharth” and I wasn’t quite okay with it. I was so firm in his spelling being “Siddharth”. Yep, I remember, I offered to fill his name for a form and wrote the spelling I preferred on purpose. Why? I don’t know.

My friends completely adore him. They think he’s cute. And I be like “Is it? Didn’t know.” Aah, don’t get me started on that. He knows to grab attention, quite well. Sometimes, I get addressed as Sid’s sister. Well, I’m speechless.

Don’t let the appearance deceive you. Nope, he is as sassy as me. He makes beautiful comebacks, shutting people’s mouth.

Me: *completely pissed* I don’t talk to assholes. 

Sid: ME TOO! 

Me: Well, you’re talking to ME right now.

Sid: Oh great, you ARE an asshole. At last, you accept it.

Me: BYE!

Well, I think that was a pretty good one.

The kind of pranks we play on each other.

*hacks into mom’s phone* Sid: “I. Hate. U. SHASH”

Me:” I. Hate. You. Too. Sid”

Sid: “I. Was. Joking.”

Me:”I. Wasn’t.” 

My brother’s “so- called jokes” don’t have a very good sense of humor. My brother thinks someone peeing in their pants is funny. Nah. It ain’t funny.

He is obsessed with having his fingerprint recorded in my phone. So he can sneak in whenever he wants. So I use that as a trump card whenever I want.

Wait, did you guess his age?? No. He’s not ten. He’s not twelve. He’s frigging SIX years old! Probably the most hilarious chat we’ve ever had:

He likes spacing the letters with a full stop each. So, I decided to follow.😂😂

Describe my brother in three words: Cute. Asshole -ish. Hella smart. Yup, that’s enough describing. Bye.

The drakon.(Chapter two)

I quite surprised myself, after looking at the world, a whole new world. Just without those pesky spectacles. Well, now spotting monsters was cake walk for me.

I spotted them every day. I quite tried my best not to freak out, now it seemed easier.  My friend stayed closer, unusually, after I’d narrated the incident of my soul being controlled by Medusa, and me also being able to stare right into Stheno’s eyes. 
And then, one night, my friend decided to take me to a picnic on the hills. I took my picnic basket and climbed up the hill. As we sat down, I munched on. And then I thought I saw a drakon. Nope, that’s not the wrong spelling. A drakon is an older Greek version of dragon.” HAHAHA! I think I see a drakon there.” I blurted out.

 It was standing next to a pine tree. And then my friend, Sasha decided to kick her shoes off, surprisingly her legs also kicked off. And then, there she stood. With legs like a horse, and her upper half, just the same.

I stood there in awe. Well, I don’t know what I was awed by. The fact, my friend Sasha, was now a satyress or the fact she’d also convinced the drakon to move aside. By this time, if I’d been the same old person, I would have died in shock. But now, I was kinda used to it. Life had become strange. I found Greek Mythology very interesting, so I keep reading about it and discovering. 

Thanks to that, I at least knew these were monsters. Or probably I would’ve hugged them. Umm, yeah, now I went further into the hill, past the pinecone. Now, it was like once the dragon gave way, I could see a whole town buzzing inside those borders. I was in Camp Half Blood.

My twin who’s taller than me.

Okay, so this blog is inspired by bhanavcom.wordpress.com

And yes, Shruti, this blog is about you. The first time I probably met Shruti, we weren’t on very good terms. I met her first in fifth grade.

In fifth grade, I was the boss. I mean, I don’t know why, but I felt like that. So one day, a few people introduced me to Shruti, and I was like “Hey there, you’re quite tall.” Okay, probably I didn’t say that exactly, but at least that’s what occurred to me.

I was this kid who was just the right height for my fifth grade, and then Shruti came hopping along, leaving me doubting her age. In fifth grade, she kinda looked like eighth grade.

So yep, now me, Shruti, Pranavi (the longest BFF I’ve ever had) and Vaishnavi, one more nerd from the other classes sat together. We struck upon this awesome idea and named our group “Fantastic Four.” One more odd thing I noticed was, all our names ended with the letter “I”.

So we measured papers and wrote “Fantastic Four” in beautiful handwriting and stuck them to the back of our ID cards. Okay, I remember quite well, this actually turned into a trend in my school later. All the boys seemed to like this idea very much, and then they stuck papers that said stuff like ‘Ninja Boys’, ‘We are the second One Direction’, and all those stuff.  (Now you see why I felt like a boss. My ideas were appreciated maybe a little too much….I’m actually LMAO now.)

And then, you see Shruti and Vaishnavi didn’t like each other very much. This became a problem. Well, they fought a lot, shooting out mean comments at each other. And I eventually intervened, calming them down and I ended up getting in fight too..LOL

And then, I was praying, to not be in the same class as Shruti. Well, Murphy’s law decided to kick in and we were in the same class. HAHAHAHA. We fought like hell. Nope. We were hell. To the other students. Guess what?? Shruti and me were in the same group as well for our group projects, and we both were leaders for the group. It’s best to imagine the rest.

One of our teachers, actually said this. “Shruti and Shashvathi don’t get on very well, do they??” And well, you see we didn’t actually like that comment very much. So we were like “Nope, we are actually really alike, that actually causes a lot of brawling between us.”

Which was actually the truth. We were extremely alike. We shared interests in every damn thing. Music, literature, books, writing, poetry, and what not? Name it, and we’d be like, yup, I like that. And then we’d give each other the death stare. And then we’d be like ” You too?” and burst out laughing.

Okay, about music. Music is our bae. We love music. We actually share songs in school. We also sing them, when we’re bored. Yup, I remember one incident when we were singing one of our favourite pop songs, and this dude, who was our friend, was like “Ma’am, two people are singing some horrible English songs out there.” I still laugh for that joke.

Okay, both of us go to classical music classes. And we the pitch in music  is called “Shruthi”. I remember this one time, when she was like “My teacher was like what’s wrong with Shruthi, (something was wrong with the pitch) and I was like nothing’s wrong with me.”( It’s okay, if you didn’t get the joke)Well, I love her sense of humor. I love mine too. We are sass queens. We sass people off like hell. Sometimes, we sass each other out.

Shruti’s favourite buzzwords (which eventually turn out to be mine too.)

“DUH.”

“Dude, shut up”

“What an asshole!”

“Hole”

“LOL”

Teacher: What are whole numbers?

Me& Shruti: *muffled giggles* (actually me and Shruti have an internal joke about ‘holes’)

*laughing until you cry*

*slaps thighs*

“Wow, sooo funny.” *whispers to me* “Is that even a joke?”

*Sass*

*Sarcasm*

Okay, now I have to get moving, she’s coming over!!!

You’ve changed.

He stared in the mirror. Three years. Three whole years had gone by. She’d gone missing by doing what he was doing now.

She’d stared into the mirror intensely. Thinking of all the hate she’d gotten that day. Her friends, her teachers, bullies, so much to put up with when you’re a teenager. And then, the next moment she’d just gone. Disappeared. She didn’t get sucked in or anything. She’d simply disappeared. 

He was her only true friend. He was devastated when he found she went missing. He’d tried doing the same thing almost a million times now. He thought he’d at least join her. No. It didn’t happen again. She was gone, probably for her own good. 

He just stood there crying. ‘Why did such stuff happen to people with the truest, kindest, and most beautiful hearts?’ he thought. ‘Probably for the good’ said someone familiar. 

Once he’d turned, something had struck him. He just stood there shook by his visuals. What was he seeing?? He stumbled up and touched the image.

Yes. It was true. She was back. Back, like nothing had happened. No change. She didn’t look any older. Just the same as she left, just more wiser. 

And then, they hugged, like there was no tomorrow. They cried tears, though they were out of joy. “Why? Why did you leave?? Where did you go??” he asked wiping away his tears. “Somewhere new” she said.

“What is new?” he asked. “New is new. Some change.” she replied. “She’s hiding something.” he thought. She raised an eyebrow as though she’d heard that.

“I’m not leaving you until you explain probably.” he said. “I have my restrictions.” she replied and got up to fetch herself a glass of water. “What’d you mean restrictions?? I’m your friend. You have to tell me. You don’t know what’s been going on here.” he replied firmly.

She was different now. She didn’t seem to care what people thought about her, though she knew. “Coming for shopping?”she asked, as though she’d just come back from school. “Yeah. Sure. You just came back from a place you claim as ‘new’. I need explanations.” he said harshly. “Sure. If you wanna become like me too” she said and immediately seemed to regret it. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN LIKE YOU?” 

She came closer. “I went through something for being who I am now. Wanna join too??”she asked threateningly. And then I was standing in front of the mirror and staring at it too. I couldn’t stop myself. And then I’d just disappeared out of that place like she had. This time, she was with me. “I can read minds. I can persuade people to do what I want. Join me. I am boss now.” she whispered into my ear. “No. I ain’t coming with you.” I mustered with difficulty. That was all I could manage. She’d changed. I was going to too. 

If I were in Hogwarts..

“Wake up, you git!” Hermione scolded. I woke up and rubbed my eyes. “You came back into my dorm room again?? Who helped you with the password?” I scolded. “I have my sources. Did you get your essay done or not??” Hermione asked enquiringly. “DUH. Stayed up till 11, and completed it.” I replied sleepily. I am known for procrastinating, but I always get stuff done, no matter what.

“oK. Coming with me for breakfast now?” “Yep. Gimme a minute. I’ll change.”

We thudded down to the Great Hall, muttering about our tight schedule. It had been one year since I’d come into Hogwarts. Hermione and I were best buddies. We were so alike we made people go,  “DAAAAAYYYUUUUM”. But then, there you go, we weren’t sorted in the same houses. I was a Ravenclaw. She was a Gryffindor.

I mean, that’s ridiculous. How could she be Gryffindor??? She was practically a nerd (like me)and probably the most smartass person I’d ever met. Maybe, the Sorting Hat had gone bonkers, with so many years of hard work.

“See ya after breakfast!!” I muttered and went off to my table. Bah! I hated this. We could not move over to any other table. Your house, your table. You belonged there. You could possibly move over but, I think you might have to handle a couple of hours of detention with Snape.

After breakfast, I went up to check on my schedule. Great, what a rotten day. Kicking off with Potions. And what’s worse? With the Slytherins!!! I grabbed my Potions book, a couple of quills, some parchment paper, and my bag of vials and left.

As I stepped out, I tripped and fell headfirst sending my glasses askew. As I got up and brushed off, I heard Draco Malfoy snickering in the corner. I hated that dude. The fact that he was a Gemini too, infuriated me more than Snape or detention.

I went into the dungeons and sat farthest away from Snape. This was the only class I didn’t prefer sitting in the first few rows.

Luna Lovegood seated herself next to me. That girl, I’m telling you, is such a jerk. Yeah, she makes it look as the Ravenclaw dorm room is made of nerds, who prefer wearing Radish earrings and reading the Quibbler magazine. Nope, first of all, I don’t like Radish, leave alone Radish earrings. Second of all, I had a better sense of fashion. Third of all, do you even call the stuff in Quibbler, something rational?? Hummphh, no way!

Snape came in, swishing his black robes, and straight greasy hair. He sure needs a makeover, if he wants to date Lily. (Wait, I’m not supposed to know that if I’m in my first year of Hogwarts. Well then, who cares, that would ruin my joke. Let’s just assume, it’s the rumors, that’s circulating)

We were gonna make a Sleeping Draught today. Bah! I wouldn’t even need one for Snape’s class, it’s easier with him just droning on about ingredients and how important it is to measure every freaking ingredient.

So yeah, I was just making the potion and then suddenly he was like “You rotten tomatoes. The essay. I forgot to get them from you. Could you please hand them over?” “Essay? What essay??” I asked Luna, who was swirling her potion dreamily. “Oh. Yeah. That one, the one about Veritaserum and its effects.” said Luna softly, picking out her parchment, tenderly to hand over. “Huh?? When did he say about it?”

“Hmm, looks like Lovegood is having a very interesting conversation with her bench mate. Would you like to share it with us, Ms. Lovegood?” “Umm. Yeah, sure. She seems to have a small confusion about the essay.”, blurted out Luna. “And what may that confusion be??” asked Snape.

That was all I could bear…I fled out of the dungeons, sobbing, probably knocking out several vials behind me.

I didn’t know where I was heading, but I just ran up random stairs and headed down several, until I realized two things.

a) I was lucky to still not have fallen off a stair because the stairs were enchanted.

b) I was lost.

The stairs led further up, and the way I’d come was a cul- de- sac! Well, I looked around to see if the place was familiar. Nope, no resemblance to any prior place I’d been to, in Hogwarts.

I just went forward, hoping that my last words weren’t “When did he say about it??”. Umm, yeah, I went on, like forever, until a spotted a doormat lying in front of a flat wall. Ok, if I’d been in my senses, I probably wouldn’t have stepped on it. But, you see I was terrified.

I stepped in it and boom! I slid down a deep tunnel and then landed in a room. It had a cabinet. I opened it and found two books. “Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart” it had the picture of a man with a huge smiling face handling a Brandon Banshee. The other one was ‘Advanced Potion Making’ by Libatius Borage. I flipped through both books. The book about the Banshee was really boring. However, there was something familiar in the other book. There were several notes made alongside the text. But then, there were corrections too. Lots of words had been stricken out and replaced with the owner’s handwriting. The owner was, the ‘Half-Blood Prince’. I know, it hardly makes sense, but that’s what it said.

Sighing deeply, I put the books aside, closed the cabinet and was about to sit down on the floor when a chair appeared. “Oh, great.” I thought to myself and sat down. I opened the Potions book again and found a chapter about Veritaserum. Oh good! I could probably complete my essay, but then, parchment, quills, I’d need that. And anyway, I’d probably get detention for a week with Snape for storming off the class like that. And, I’d never make it out of this room, probably.

I found a bottle of water, and drank it, thinking of how I got everything I needed. And then, I found a stash of quills and freshly- smelling parchment paper.

I decided to work on the essay. At least I could get some extra credit for potions maybe when I die. After a couple of hours, I’d completed my essay. Now, suddenly I felt lonely and felt the urge to go back to my dorm room and get warm and snug.

Then, something happened. The walls gave way and I found myself in a familiar corridor in Hogwarts. Oh yeah, I was in the seventh-floor corridor. Great, probably I could just sneak into my class.

I grabbed the two books, my essay and left. I peeked into the dungeon. No Snape. No students. I sneaked in and found the cupboard. I kept the books and left. What a day! Phew!!

This is an image of how I’d be if I were in Hogwarts. And BTW, my perspective is that I place the book in Snape’s cupboard and Harry finds it in his sixth year/ book: Half-Blood Prince. The room is the Room of Requirement, Duh. And the cabinet is the vanishing cabinet. And I know, you’re like you didn’t even use your wand, the whole time!! IDK, I didn’t feel the need to!! 😛