Welcome to my guide on how to successfully deal with a boomer! First of all, how dare they place our whole generation under one stereotype? We have lived a very different life; we have been raised in the environment that their generation and the past ones have shed blood, sweat and tears to create. So yeah, we are grateful for…
Month: January 2021
The Future Of Foldables
It’s always a hip and happening time in the world of technology, with new styles of devices coming out every moment. In the past two years, a new trend of ‘folding phones’ has taken over the market, starting with the ‘Royole Flexpai’, followed by the reawakening of the folding phone of yore’ – Motorola’s very own Razr (yes, that’s how…
Multilingual
One asks, what is the language of silence ? One says its the mother tongue What do I say when my mother tongues are more than one? A chaos in silence One asks what is the language of thoughts ? One says its the mother tongue I say, to give thoughts a language is to constrict them I don’t know…
THE SONG OF ACHILLES- A 16-Year-Old’s Review
RATING: ✭✭✭✭✭/5 stars “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” I read “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller in under two days- once I picked this book up,…
stop
I can hear my heart thumping. The cage around it might just break with the strength of its palpitations. My hands are ice cold. I blow a puff of my shaky breath into them trying to warm them up. Yet they just tremble in response. My head is in a frenzy, I hadn’t paid attention to what my friends were saying…
Living the Easy Life
Often in the rush and hurry of this magnanimous rat race, we forget to idle over to the lazy river, to enjoy the finer facets of life. There will be a great many advocates against doing this, against living the slow life, but I will today talk about why it is absolutely essential to take a load off. This point…
Cardigan
There is a green cardigan, buried deep under my bed Not the green of leaves, or green of eyes But the green of lollipops meets the green of vintage hardbacks It is buried with blankets, and old clothes that no longer fit, and my parents’ marriage photo album. The cardigan smells of mothballs, and lonely winters, and ecstatic sweat Motorbike…
Cityscapes
I dream of days with you Days filled with wandering into unseen, dreamy places Discovering new crevices in each other’s hearts Looking at the nightlights whilst listening to the crescendo of waves Crashing into the rocks Cliched, I know But then, so is love. I dream of these cityscapes Of spending nights strolling with you Talking about life, old tales,…