Writing 101 has ended. And, yes, I’m partly prepared for the sudden drop in post engagement that is bound to follow.
But, as I wrap up the assignments from this course, I want to highlight some of the things I gained through it. Continue reading “Last Day of Writing 101”
When you’re doing something with nothing at stake it usually ends up better than when you do the same thing with something at stake, even if it’s just the sake of doing it for its own sake.
Do I even make sense? Continue reading “Meet My New Blog: The Closeted Non-native”
Do you know what’s maddening? When your school expects you to hand in four sets of solved past papers of nine subjects within three days, and doesn’t inform you at least a week in advance.
I’ll let you figure out the rest.
The pictures of tongue inflammations still haunt me. Don’t know when it will stop…
I searched up geographic tongue as soon as I was done reading the post by pinklightsabre.I found two things that interested me in this post. Continue reading “Geographic Tongue Had Me Thinking”
I don’t remember the name of the story, and that’s what’s sad. But, I do remember the story that made a large chunk of my childhood a bliss. It was written in Bangla, my native tongue, and I wasn’t quite fluent in reading it. Mom used to read it to me at least twice every day. At one point, i had it known by heart and knew exactly how much of it went on each page. Continue reading “What Fate Had, And Has, In Store”
When I close my eyes, I see myself as a writer. I see a pale blank page in front of me and feel a solid pen in my hand. I feel inspiration flowing through me, hear the words being whispered in my ears, ready to be written. And I see myself writing them. So, I write. And that is why I am here right now. To let the world know that I want to become better at this. That there is this unbelievably naive living in this corner of the world, who wants to have people help her become the best she can become. Continue reading “Motto For Life: Why I Am Here”