" 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 "✨

  Inside, my mind is like a storm on fast forward, a whirlwind of fury and confusion. It’s as if a hundred tiny angry people have gathered in my head, shaking their fists and shouting, "This is an outrage!" Meanwhile, on the outside, I’m the picture of serene composure, nodding politely and offering a pleasant "No problem, it’s fine." I’m like a duck calmly gliding on the surface, but beneath the water, my legs are furiously paddling to keep from flipping over. Especially with those desi uncle and aunties who you doesn't know existed. 

When your daily exam motivation looks like this. I walked into the test with the mindset of a champion. If the champion had absolutely no idea what was going on. "It’s all about confidence," I told myself.   It's all about the energy, right?  Yeah, and that's how I've been writing my exams all long but then after each exam I would come up with the motivation of FOR THE NEXXT EXAM I AM TOTALLY GONNA CRUsH ITTT. Here I am, I'm totally going to study… right after I finish this show, or maybe after I eat this snack, oroh look, I haven’t checked my phone in like 10 minutes! But seriously, I’ll study. I’ll start at 9 PM, for sure. Well, actually, maybe after I get some sleep. Maybe next time... or the time after that? Definitely by the time the test is actually happening. Uhhhhh... seriously dude! When am I gonna change?

I don't know why I am posting but am absolutely in love with the glass and the pink sipper. I would definitely want the feeling of being buried under the soil (only till the neck). Back to meme's writing, anxiety is like opening the fridge and forgetting what you wanted, but your brain keeps asking, "What if you left your mobile on charge without switching on? What if you never actually locked the door? What if you’re secretly a good person?" Just endless questions, no answers, and no snacks like the examination hall.

  This meme clearly speaks for me:) Yeah, all those Showtime is gonna be a circus Showtime tomorrow. My procrastination played well. My brain works only at the do or die situations. So here I am working out all my brain on the language I've speaking all my life but couldn't understand a single thing like is this even Tamil? Aaaah...my bloody ancient mother tongue you are hard to understand than a girl but still georeous like one. Gotta go rip my brain off...bye.

  When you got a lot of serupadis and you should definitely give a comeback, this is the right time. SEMESTER! Yes, it's here. It's the that time of your life, where you can give an academic comeback, physical comeback or a mental comeback. Put a plaster on the mouths that lied about knowing you. Yeah, they were right. They don't know you. So why not SHOW THEM? Set yourself and your standards high, that no one looks and speaks low.

When your eyes are heavy but mind is heavier, what do you do? Cry? Nah!  Then? BEAR. Bear the tears and the thoughts.

  All this anger was once love❌ All this anger was always love✅ It was deep, not the wounds but the words They stood still and sturdy like the love she has They cut her trust but couldn't touch her love 22 years, 22 YEARS! What for? she asked. But little did she know; his silence's blaring voice.

In a busy room, everyone talked and laughed, but I felt alone. Their voices blended together, and I couldn’t focus. It was like I was behind a glass wall, watching but not really part of it. I felt peaceful in my own thoughts, even as the chatter surrounded me. Though I was surrounded by people, I was lost in my own little world, watching life happen without me.

In a moment of raw clarity, the world feels like a jagged landscape, its harshness cutting through the fabric of perception. Eyes, once sheltered in the comfort of illusion, now confront a reality that feels like a relentless assault. Each glance reveals the stark truths of suffering, chaos, and indifference, as if the very act of seeing is an invitation to witness the brutality of existence. The weight of despair presses heavily, threatening to rip the soul from its anchor. In this agonizing awareness, vulnerability surfaces, exposing the fragility of hope amidst the unforgiving glare of a world that often feels devoid of compassion. It's a jarring awakening, where the beauty once seen becomes obscured by the shadows of stark truths, leaving an indelible mark on the spirit.

As Diwali ends and semester exams begins, the festive crackers are swapped for stacks of textbooks. Us who once chatted about sweets are now frantically trading notes, shouting, “Did you study this?” Amidst the chaos, someone's messed up relationship problems in literature seem harder than finding the last piece of ladoo. The so called black tea nights replace Diwali celebrations, and the only fireworks come from the stress of group study sessions. Welcome to the post-Diwali reality, where survival becomes the ultimate goal!