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My friend wanted me to write about jellybeans so I messed around and came up with a poem.  I craved jellybeans, when I was 5-years-old, 'They're the best sugar candy', is what I was told.  I got my first packet very soon after that,  The urge to try one immediately, I couldn't combat.  As soon as I tore it open, I chose the red one,  And avoided the licorice blue, until everything else was done.  I was only left with dark blue jellybeans, That hardly looked attractive, by any means.  I missed the pop of the orange, green and red,  Without the other colors, the packet looked dead.  Nevertheless, I tried one and I was taken by surprise,  The flavour was brilliant, their appearance deceived my eyes.  Without the coloured beans, the dark ones lingered meekly about,  And without the blue, the other colours wouldn't stand out.  We're all human beans, as Camila Cabello rightly said,  We make each other perfect, let's focus o...

Google defines 'love' as 'the intense feeling of deep affection'. According to me, those are the simplest words that can be used to break it down, but they hardly capture its true effect. I am almost 17 years old, and in the last 4 years of my life, I have seen a cycle repeat itself.  Fall for someone/Befriend someone ↓ Tell all of your friends the person is amazing/Think you found a perfect best friend ↓ Go out with them/Hang out with them ↓ Devote all your attention to the relationship/Enjoy the friendship  ↓ Break up/Drift  ↓ Listen to Olivia Rodrigo ↓ Read Instagram posts about heartbreak and feel sorry for yourself ↓ Fail to get over the person/Miss the person  ↓ Get insecure ↓ Get over the person This cycle brings out the immature side in any person, understandably. Getting over someone and moving on in a friendship (OR relationship) is probably one of the most difficult things anyone can do. It is a conflict between the head and the heart and that is NOT a pla...

This may be a heavier post, but the content that I am about to write, needs to be said.  I am 16 years old. I am a daughter. I am a woman of India. I am a human being. Being any of these things does NOT take away my right to voice my opinions, be educated, dream or refute. Let me tell you a story.  As a little girl, I was taught a golden word - 💫'no'💫. I'm sure you must be confused so let me put things into perspective. I was told to say 'no' to any stranger that offered me candy, any stranger that offered to take me home and any stranger that claimed they knew my parents. These rules left me confused, for why should I ever say 'no' to such acts of kindness? I was told that 'no' meant they would leave me alone. The word was meant to be respected and adhered to.  As a fourteen year old, opening the newspaper left me appalled. 'Rape' and 'assault' were written in bold fonts all over the pages. I saw pictures of girls with scarred face...

Homework. Deadlines. Procrastination. Most teenagers would agree that these three terms go hand-in-hand. While I write this post, there are 6 pending assignments on my google classroom, of which one has to be submitted tonight.  Zero words. I have written zero words of 5400 that I have to write totally. But here I am, writing paragraphs about procrastination. Quite ironic, isn't it? Ever since I stepped into grade 11, I learned about a whole new cycle that repeats itself almost everyday in my life - the cycle of procrastination. It entails- Receiving homework  ↓ Deciding to do it the next day ↓ Not doing it the next day ↓ Panicking right before the deadline ↓  Doing it last minute / Not doing it at all Initially, I completed every assignment on time. I finished tasks the day they were given. The thought of procrastinating was one I dreaded. I miss that attitude. Later, complacency settled in and the monotony of assignments bored me thoroughly.  Here are the 4 things...