The windows make a thudding sound, as if someone’s banging on the other side with ominous intentions. For a second my subconscious thinks that it’s in for a horrible nightmare, interrupting the little peace I get through the extremely meagre, but eternal bliss of sleep. Jerking awake due to the awkwardly comfortable- yet not so satisfactory position while dozing off on the couch, I realise it’s just the winds being their windy selfs while someone is trying to get some quality slumber here. These happenings haven’t just highlighted the fact that I am in dire need of sleep, but also that I kind of feel guilty of sleeping, majorly because of not doing a lot of things I am supposed to/ should’ve done well before. The constant debates as to what I need to do, when and how much of it I need to do is taking over my serious lack of sleep. To call it lack of sleep would also not be the most accurate thing because I end up saying ‘nah’ and turning the lights off in my head anyway. image What I learnt out of my overly exhausting schedule is that school, an endless syllabus, and facing the fact that your test scores are absolutely terrible might really not be the biggest problems on earth. I chalked out some ground rules for myself, and for all of you who feel me and are also really tired, and just want to plop on to a bean bag chair and never get up. Moving your eyes along the next few lines won’t take much effort. Let’s do this.

  • It’s a good thing that you’re exhausted at the end of the day. It actually indicates that you’ve done something worthwhile with another day that life has offered you.
  • Pause. Take your time out of your shedule, however busy, to do the things you love- reading all that you can, writing your heart out, dancing in the mirror, singing in the shower.
  • A hearty meal always puts you to sleep real quick. Eat in installments if you want to stay up late or just turn to caffiene because food is life.
  • It’s okay to fall alseep mid sentence of your homework due the next day. It happens to the best of us. It would in a way also help you master the skill of writing as you walk towards the bus stop. Run towards the bus stop, because of course you overslept.
  • Nothing is too much pressure to handle. It’s just like how carrying yourself toyour bed from the couch seems like a herculean task, with your mom yelling at you to go to bed and sleep and not lie there all cramped up. It seems like you cannot do it because well, laziness and the lethargy flowing through in your head, but it isn’t that difficult, is it? Also, it’s very rewarding, just like doing your thing.
  • If you can relate to this metaphorical comparison, then good, you should be motivated by now. If you can’t, then congratulations on living a relatively lesser nerve wracking life. ūüėõ

image Okay I’m going to go before there are just a bunch of Zs showing up in my thought bubble if I were a cartoon. In normal people’s language, good night. =)

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The Sunshine Award

image4Well, this award is long, long, long overdue since my really cool fellow blogger nominated me for this more than a month ago. This owes to the procrastination in my head and the forgetfulness to top it, because I had actually written this entire post down long back, and then had entirely forgotten about it.

So without further adieu, or ramblings and explanations for my unexplainable self, here goes The Sunshine Award. I was nominated by BlackCat345 who I really appreciate for giving my blog regular visits no matter what and posting stuff that really cheers me up. I’m personally a big fan of her hand art owing to how much I doodle mindlessly.

The rules go like this:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Answer the questions from the person who nominated you.
  • Nominate a few other bloggers.
  • Write the same amount of questions for bloggers you nominated.
  • Notify the bloggers on their blog.
  • Put the award button on your blog.

Easy peasy, right?

1. What is your favourite book?
There’s no naming one! But the Throne of Glass Series I’m currently reading is definitely one of my many favourites.
Also, Ready Player One was like a roller coaster you enjoy so much that you never want to come down. (I’m on a roller coaster than only goes up ~TFiOS, another pretty impressive book.)

2. If you could change your name to anything, what would it be to?
I think I like my name just good. Although, Lizzi was my name for any and every game I ever played as a kid. Don’t know how it got in to my head, but I really thought it would be cool to be named that. ūüėõ

3. If you could have any super power, what would it be?
Teleportation, for sure.

4. What is your¬†favourite¬†quote? ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened -Dr. Suess =)

5. What is your favourite subject?
Maths comes off as challenging to me most times, but I really enjoy it. English is the one subject, the one class after which I don’t go like, ‘Whaaaaat?’. So, English too!

The Sunshine Award is a lovely orange flower that bloggers give to other ‚Äúbloggers who positively, inspiring and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere‚ÄĚ.

So without further thought I nominate Uday, Himali, Huma, Karthik and Leela for the same fellow blogger boost. =) But, take your time, really.

Here are your questions:

What is something about you that you normally don’t say while describing yourself?

If given the chance, would you travel back or forward in time?

What’s something you can never leave the house without?

What is your favourite way to pass time?

What is something you have always wanted to learn?

The Voice of a Cowboy

This is my 5th entry? for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, where you’re given a picture prompt every week to write a short story based on it. However this time, my mind was blank and hence I gave poetry as a little stable boy a try.unnamed

With my pencil and notebook

I gaze and I look

For inspiration to come to me

Before the sunshine does flee

What could I write? I thought

While my siblings fought

The ceaseless tug of wars

And the neighing competitions to top them all.

A topic I’d now gotten in mind

Where to start, I found it hard to find

Should I pen down the times of joy?

Or just say everything & not be coy?

About all of the sleepless nights?

Or the cascading picturesque sights?

Of how my mom and dad don’t exist?

Or of yet how they’re my brothers I insist?

How they’re always here for me?

Or how much of me they see?

About the marathons and races?

Or their quick and gallant paces?

Of how I hold their serene photo?

Or am wrapped up in my warm coat, oh?

How the others call me a mere little cowboy in the stable?

Or of how they think I’m hardly able?

Poor and apparently lonely I might be

But they’ve only got to wait and see

Because words can’t bring me down

As they’re my weaponry lone.

To become a wise writer is the dream

As difficult it may seem

I can almost see it appear

Galloping, riding on my brothers, I near

A content end to my life at the stable

On to become bigger, and mighty able.

Music Without an E!

The¬†Allergic to “E”¬†task seemed like the best challenge I’ve come across, which is why I was super excited to take it up. A huge shout-out to¬†Uday¬†for Nominating me for this!

So, here’s how it works!

1) Write a whole paragraph ( a paragraph sounds easy right?) without any word containing the letter ‚Äúe‚ÄĚ (still easy?)

2) By reading this you are already signed up.

3) Challenge at least five bloggers to do the challenge. They must do it within 24 hours or it is considered as failure.

4) If you fail or pass, suffer in the Page of Lame.

5) If you win, wallow in the Page of Fame.

Here goes!

‚ô¨NY, Hollywood, Jackson, Mississippi. ‚ô™
*jamming to my playlist whilst air-drumming*

Music is similar to transportation to your mind. It is a flight that upholds you amidst thick and fluffy clouds to show you how our world truly looks. 
I can count on Bruno Mars, Hilary Duff, Avril, Adam Young to instantly uplift my soul. As music fills all around, my mind skips and that blood pumping organ in moi pit-a-pats.

Music taught us that you might not know how to sing or skip & twirl, but that shouldn’t stop you from doing just that.

This paragraph says a lot about my colossal and unconditional liking towards music. A pop-up-notification in that snapshot following this paragraph is just right to justify this amazing thing known as music. =D

What's not to tear up about if your music player says 'Live saved' to you? :'D

What’s not to tear up about if your music player says ‘Live saved’ to you? :’D

I nominate Huma (HumaAq~ the unique me), Lucy (Fashion and Frappes), Saksham (Threads.), Alok Singhal (The Learning Curve), Nooryak (BitterSweet)¬†to take up this quite challenging task (no pressure, I bet you’ll do great!) =) I also nominate all of you who have stopped by to read this for the same challenge.

If excruciatingly testing, it’s also loads of fun. Trust me!

This post was also kind of written to commemorate World Music Day today.¬† ‚ô•‚ôę

Decoding a Language

Every language is a secret waiting to be decoded. On my recent visit to Banglore, a sister city to Chennai in the Indian family, every advertisement billboard, bus destination board, and sign board had Kannada (the local language) words casually scrawled across them. Even though an english equivalent of the same message would be present near them most times, the one lonely word with no translation which could have been as trivial as ‘conditions applied’ always caught managed to catch my eye. The sudden urge to have to know what it was that was written in a form which was inaccessible to me was weirdly perturbing.

Only then did I realise how multifaceted language is. It doesn’t only provide a common identity to the people who live next to each other, but stands as a gate that can be unlocked only by the people with the capability of speaking it. You could try to jump over the fence, utter a few words you’ve overheard to try your best at making sense, but it doesn’t feel the same as a royal entry walking in on the red carpet via the gate, does it?

So the next time you visit a foreign land, or the neighbouring state if you’re in India, keep the local language translation book in handy. Phrases like ‘I have no knowledge of speaking your language’ and ‘I think I’m going to be sick’ might come in handy.

Yet, I know a lot of people who play the ‘hardly knowing the language’ factor super suavely. Some of them, take it to their advantage in one way or another.

Some do their best take on stringing together the right words and manage the situation with their amateurish knowledge.

Some even win over the locals using their broken, and adorable to them language skills.

While some, are just masterminds, who use the same to turn a situation around, make a person or two laugh despite the glaringly¬†unfortunate fact that their fate lies to be trapped in Hitler’s concentration camp.

Guido is the best, isn’t he?

The Fish World

My response this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers’ prompt!

This week's prompt photo is supplied to us by Sonya O.

This week’s prompt photo is supplied to us by Sonya O.

Copernicus claimed that the Sun, not the earth, was at the centre of the universe.

 Christopher Columbus proved that the earth was a spherical planet rather than a plane.

Galileo strongly believed the earth was in constant planetary motion.

Susan closed the ‚ÄėPlanets-N-Space‚Äô encyclopaedia, setting it down with a satisfactory sigh. To think that there was always at least one wise man- was a relief to her. Her inquisitive mind thought about how the world of fishes was when she laid her eyes upon the fish tank in the library.

The centenarian-Salmon once proclaimed that his clan was the supreme leader of the world.

The Cod-family claimed that they’d swam to the surface to see the dark world, which only they were capable of ruling.

But only The Oscars truly knew that they lived in a tank and not in the real ‚Äėworld‚Äô.

The Oscars broke it to the others that they all were actually captives.

Susan let out another sigh, remarking that the fish led a more shocking, if not eventful life than humans ever did!


For a person who’s tolerated you ever since birth, not having some love for them despite of all the bitter moments put together is next to impossible.

My sister would be quite the example. She’s 6 years elder to me, yet no different. Establishing superiority using the ‘I have existed for an entire 6 more years than you have’ argument, she succeeds in keeping me from getting my heads in the clouds.

But with years of experience, here’s what I’ve learnt about learning to live with a sibling.

1. No matter how much the inner-kid-monster in you wants to, it is utterly unacceptable for you to pull apart your sibling’s Barbie doll’s head from her pristine and unrealistically perfect body.

2. Yelling ‘Me too!’ after everything your sibling says won’t alwaysss bring you good things, because you might just end up doing a chore because of the same absent mindedness and jealousy.

3. Your sibling will never hear the end of anything, or vice versa. If you can’t rant to them about how you spilled some water on the floor and now you’ll have to clean it before mom yells which makes life so difficult and complicated- then whom else would you do it to?

4. However conflicting your relationship is over the little things, your siblings will always have your back.

5. The movie marathons and the nights up listening to the entirety of a childhood playlist make it seem like the sun will never come up.

6. You can give them your best puppy dog face look and emotionally blackmail them into doing something for you, but when you’re in desperate need for help they are the first ones to realise and run to help before you trip and fall over something.

7. They deep down know that you’ll miss them like crazy & will have an emotional breakdown when they leave home to live their life, but will act as if it’s not a big deal, and that you should learn to live with it, because apparently that’s what life is.

8. They’ll have a stupid little grin spread on their face reading this, and realise that you actually love them and appreciate them tolerating all your endless ravings and rants.

Because hey, let’s revisit number 4 again, shall we? =)


Today’s Assignment: publish a post you’d like your ideal audience member to read, and include a new-to-you element in it.

Blogging 101, Day 4

The Little Dinosaur

*cue informercial music*

Do you have a huge frown on your face when your internet is down?

Do you wish you could somehow magically get it back right that instant because what is life without the internet?

Do you realise that you actually can’t do anything to make it work?


Hit the ‘Space Bar’, because it’s economic and entertaining all at once!


No guarantees of the reviving of your dysfunctional internet connection and your service provider’s disruptive services, but tons of dinosaur jumping to make your sadness go away for just the right amount of time!

Drawing Drag Boxes on the desktop is a highly recommended product too!

But, for real, I somehow just discovered this today. The people at Google make my day.

Impeccability Isn’t Everything

This is my first post of Blogging 101! Hoping to keep up with it amidst school’s endless works and extreme sleep deprivation.

Describing oneself comes off as quite the task for an indescribable, composite, wavering, puzzled Homo sapien like me. Wow, those adjectives just defeated the purpose of the start of that sentence, didn’t they?

The difficulty of the same might also be the reason for my tiny little description in the About Me column. But, well if you’re reading this, then you’re about to see the butterfly emerge out of the cocoon.

Did I mention that I can go off topic easily and am an expert at making metaphorical comparisons that seem way off?

Anyway,I started this blog in October 2014. I was having a bad day, and was in dire need of some positivity. I somehow felt that motivational quotes or stories would do me no good, so I started writing something to and for myself. It seemed like a big deal to me at the moment, so I went ahead with it. Wanting to start a blog had always been at the back of my mind, so an inspirational part of my brain said, why not today? That’s how come The Answer and this little blog came into existence. It was mostly willingness and aspiration if asked why I started this page right here.

I came across programs like Writing 101 which gave me a huge leap of faith and overwhelming responses as well as feedback to what I wrote. I don’t want to get all teary-eyed, but I actually met some incredible people whom I can probably proudly call my friends today!
Coming back to myself, I’m Archana. I’m growing up, kind of terrified of it, yet taking it up as a challenge. I almost always have a smile across my face, even when I was a kid and had no front teeth. I’m in 11th grade and currently am in a position where I’m trying to figure out how my life’s going to pan out in the upcoming few years. I’m shy at first glance, but it’s hard to shut me up once I’m comfortable with you. I hold few people very close to my heart since they’re the greatest and because of their constant presence by me emotionally and mentally. (Mentally also takes in to account the crazy memories that are forged in my mind because of them) I love writing, and that’s why I’m here.

This might have been a slightly disoriented self description, but well hey, you probably know a slightly- unconventional-genius-in-the-making better now.

Check out Why I Started Blogging? for a little bit on what the title conveys.

Blogging 101, Day 1

Why I Started Blogging?

This was a question from the Liebster Award, as well as something I wanted to really share.

Thers are so many of these things in my head that I need to tell someone. So many of them. It’s not like I don’t have anyone to tell them to. It’s just that their intensity is quite humongous. Sometimes they don’t make sense, and other times, they’re just really overwhelming.

I started this blog to vent out these very thoughts in to the open. If or not someone’s reading them, I didn’t really think about. If someone is, then great! They’re actually taking the time to stop by and appreciate something I’ve created. Well if not, then that’s alright. After all, this is the internet. Considering the number of people who use it, and the number of websites visited every 24 hours, someone will come across some of my work sometime. Maybe when I’m dead or not blogging anymore. No wait, that would mean the same. =) Anyway, someone might read it, in some time and at some place. The important thing here is that I’m doing it. I’m creating.

This is something that REALLY inspires me.

This is something that REALLY inspires me.

If you’re here reading this, reading my creation, then I thank you. You know, just for being here, at this moment, because who knows? This world might come to an end 2 minutes later. This blog or WordPress might get taken over but some other corporate force, shutting it down forever. Aliens might be approaching our planet to invade it at the rate of a road runner running away from the TNT explosion in the Looney Tunes show. Tomorrow might be a great day. Today might be your day. The day when you achieve a lifetime goal, or get that person you truly wanted to be with. Today might be the day that you win the lottery. Or lose it. Life goes on, doesn’t it? The fact that you’re here is just adding up to that. You might remember me as the crazy rambler, who went on about God knows what and who in the right mind would read her blog. Or you might think otherwise. What is important is that you’re here, now and today. That, this right here, is a part of you building your life. If your life was a movie, however insignificant,¬† this would make it to the big screen. It’s a part of it. Everything you do is a part of the movie that one day you’ll watch on a black screen at the back of your mind. Go. Go ahead with that in mind that every single step you take and every move you make builds your life. Build it big, make it tall, pay attention to detail, make it yours.

Also, I personally know that I express better when I write than when I speak. I tend to wander, but that’s what makes up the incredulous amount of thoughts.

Anyway, go ahead! Make it yours. ‚ô°