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.

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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.

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.

“K. 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. Me and Hermione 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 myself 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 didn’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 drooling 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 it’s 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 door mat 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 Lokhart” 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 some thing familiar in the other book. There were several notes made alongside the text. But then, there were corrections too. Lots of words had been striked 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 anyways, 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 dormroom 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 imagination 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!! 😛

The glasses. (Chapter one)

I stood up and brushed the hair out of my face. I stumbled around for my glasses and put them on. I’d rolled off my bed.

‌I showered and dressed and headed down for breakfast. After breakfast, I decided to read a book, so I settled in my bed and started to read, and then, I dozed off, with the book in my hand. 

I woke up and rubbed my eyes. What was the time?? 2:00pm. What?? I’d started to read at 10:00am..I’d slept through for four hours…! No way! I wasn’t much of a sleepyhead! 

I rubbed my eyes and headed down. And then, I saw something​ and stopped dead in my tracks. It was something I’d seen before, no, I’d heard of it. I’d heard of it’s descriptions and it was exactly like how I’d imagined it to be.

It was a monster, from….GREEK MYTHOLOGY!!! It was a gorgon. But wait, this couldn’t be real. After all, it was mythology. And even if it were a gorgon, one of the three sisters, I should have turned to stone now.

I pinched myself. Nope, I wasn’t dreaming. My eyes could probably be deceiving me, I rubbed them and realized​ I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I literally stumbled up the stairs and put my glasses on. 

Nope, my eyes were playing tricks on me. There was nothing. No gorgon. No Greek  Mythology. And then, I forgot all about it, not taking it too seriously.

And then it happened again. I was running home, because I was really excited. And then I fell face down, gashing my chin badly and grazing my knees and hands badly. My glasses shattered and flew across the road. I slowly got myself on my toes and slowly limped home. And then, I saw it again. The gorgon was standing next to my doorway. I was already unstable and collapsed on the spot.

I woke up hours later, and found myself in my bed. My friend had got me back in bed. I slowly got myself up and looked around. There, my friend sat next to my bed squeezing my hands. And then, one more glance, there it was! The gorgon. It was back. It was standing next to my bookshelf and peering at the book I’d been reading the first time I saw it. 

That drove me crazy. I’d seen it twice. I screamed in horror, drenching the room with a shrill sense of excitement and horror. My friend, squeezed my hand so tightly, that I felt no blood running through it.

 “WHAT THE FREAKING HELL IS GOING ON???” she screamed into my ear. “That thing, it’s a gorgon… I see something..” I panted out pointing near the bookshelf. “THERE’S NOTHING OVER THERE.” she screamed back. I fainted, over again. 

I woke up the next day. I was alone. I stumbled around for my glasses. I always wondered why I had to wear glasses. I could see perfectly, even without them. 

I couldn’t find my glasses. And then, I remembered. My glasses, they’d fallen off, the other day and they were shattered. “Great. Simply great.” I thought. And then I stood up and collapsed. I slowly got back on to bed.

 I looked around literally swearing to myself, that one more time I saw a gorgon, I’d jump off the balcony. There you go. I did see it.

 Guess what?  This time it was sitting right next to me. It stared me in the eye. I just froze. Well, I don’t know if it was because she was staring , that I’d become stoned, or I was simply stunned and stoned.

The gorgon caressed my hair. I sat there gaping. I’d just fallen and bruised every part of my body,  and then my friend had fled thinking I was a mad woman, and then there was this gorgon here caressing my hair. 

I didn’t know what to do. Should I caress her hair too?? But what if the snakes lunged back..? I mean, her hair was just a bunch of snakes. “So, how are you my li’l sissy??” she hissed. “I’m as fine as possible. Though, I’m still weak.” I hissed back, but it wasn’t me. I wasn’t talking. Someone else was in there, in me, I wasn’t talking. 

“When you leaving this girl? I’ve had enough of her. Always screaming or over- reacting.” said Stheno​. I didn’t know how I figured her name, but I just knew it at the moment. “Gimme sometime. This girl has something up. She can see you when I ain’t awake in her soul.” I said back. 

“ENOUGH LOITERING AROUND MEDUSA. COME BACK AND JOIN US IN THE HUNT.” Stheno hissed at my face. “I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING, GIMME SOME TIME! I’M EXPLORING THIS GIRL. SHE IS DIFFERENT. SHE CAN SEE YOU, RIGHT IN THE EYE. I’LL FIGURE OUT EVERYTHING. I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN GET DONE FROM HER.” Medusa hissed back. And then, I had a blackout.

 I could see without my glasses. I could see a whole new world, and I could stare Stheno​ in the eye without turning to stone. That wasn’t all. I probably had Medusa using me for something.

To be Contd.

“T. W. L”

She came closer and stretched out her arms, and then she hugged me. Tightly. Then, she squeezed my hand, and they felt sweaty. I felt something drop in my hand.

 Before I could look, everything blacked out.

I woke up with a start. I found myself breathing heavily. I looked down upon my bed. A crumpled piece of paper was lying next to my hand. I picked it up and smoothed it out. “T. W. L” it said. I placed it on the table next to my wristwatch. It was my favorite wristwatch, and I felt confident and assertive when I wore it.
I pushed away my sheets and stood up and headed to the restroom. I picked up my toothbrush, washed it and smeared toothpaste on it. I put it in my mouth and brushed. Then, I stopped abruptly. Something was missing. I whipped out my toothbrush and checked if I’d smeared toothpaste. Yup, been there, done that. There have been times when I’ve forgotten to smear toothpaste. But no, today I’d done that. What was missing? I opened my mouth and stood there gaping in horror. 
My tooth. It was missing. My front tooth was missing. I gargled my mouth and whipped out the sheets of my bed. No tooth. I collapsed on the floor. And then, I saw it. The crumpled piece of paper. There was something new written on it. “Tooth.” I checked on my tooth. Nope, it was gone. 
I showered thinking of what a horrible day it was and how it could possibly become worse. I’d woken up with a start, had a nightmare and lost a tooth with no traces of it. How could my day possibly get worse..? 

After dressing up, I grabbed my wristwatch. THUD! A part of it fell. My heart skipped a beat. It was broken. Into two clean pieces. 

I broke out into a sweat and went for the crumpled piece of paper. There you go! “Wristwatch” was written below “Tooth”. I’d had enough. I called up my friend and explained to her I won’t be coming to school today. 

I decided to nap for the day. I was done. I crashed into my sheets and closed my eyes.

I heard laughter. It was cold and clear and dripped with consciousness of what was happening. I found the girl who’d hugged me sitting in the corner. She clutched the piece of paper I’d had all morning. Something else was written on it. “Life”

” T. W. L”

I woke up with a start. I was alive. The paper was gone.