Impromptu and Sweet

 It's 9.45 pm right now and I am officially starting my first blog....without planning....with only a meagre knowledge of checking "how to blog" in Google, which by the way I didn't complete. Oh yes I am also vibing to a song from a playlist one of my friends posted online, much like charity work. Yes, let's make sharing playlists online a charity work please :')

Wow, this is literally so freaking random. I don't have any idea what even I am going to write after this. I am an Indian and if you have been following the news , you'll know we are facing the second wave of Corona virus and things have not been good here at all. I had the best luck to finally attend college for the first time ever but I had to come back home after 1 and a half months. The place I study is so beautiful and peaceful. Living on your own, far from home is addictive. No, it's not about the "freedom" from your parents, but it's more about how systematic your life becomes. From waking up early to preparing your own bath to cleaning and to of course studying peacefully.

But, here again I am in my home stuck again for the second time after a whole year of quarantine in the infamous 2020. The social networks feel so suffocating with all the bad news they have to offer. Knowing that people close to me and their families are suffering adds up to it. And obviously the uncertainties and insecurities growing and creeping in inside me. 

I felt very motivated a few days back (few days , few months??? You cannot keep track of time in quarantine at all). I went ALL OUT!! and when "I" say I went all out you just know it that I did. I completed courses, looked up for part time works, studied, completed assignments, looked after my body, made art and  felt happy about being at my best. There's this negative thing about going ALL OUT , especially my version of "All'ing Out" , people start noticing you and they say things like "Whoa slow down" or "You are going too fast" and stuff like that. And I don't blame them and you find yourself stopping yourself soon enough. Obviously a break is good, I took my break now , it felt good but now I feel shit again :( . And that my  friends is why I started writing this I guess. That's how art is, it finds you in the darkest days to be the soft ray of sunlight that gives you the strength to get up. 

It's 10:19 pm now and my mom is calling me for dinner. This was the most impromptu thing I ever wrote. If you read this I hope you find this fun to read and I hope that it  helps you in some way. Hope to be here more often. Byee ***