Astrophile kid

 So it's all about the irritating feeling given by your brother, who is going to the native today. My ticket was cancelled because of the semester, and the urge to go to my native country also increased because of this. He irritated me as much as he could, and looking at him while he was packing, my inner soul was lamenting, but I never expressed my emotions. If I express it, he will start to overirritate me. Yesterday it was so raining in the native and even today there was heavy raining, and me, who was literally roasted by Chennai heat, is dying inside because he is going to escape from this heatness. As siblings, we always share our pain, but now he is going to have a good time. In addition, he told me that after reaching the native, he would take photos of our home greenery garden, mini fish pond, and also the little forest behind our home. He couldn't stop irritating me, dancing in front of me, and trying to make me more irritated, but my health made me ignore his actions

 The denouement for my exam fever never came, and I think this is the longest falling action I have ever felt. It's been 5 days of my exam fever, which often came out like kullanari in Dora. When I thought I was completely cured, it showed me that I was still in the play. I tried hard to stop myself and ran away from the zenith of the play, but, due to heat, my sleeping period went to 2 o'clock in the early morning, and I still continued in the play. During my first major, my eyes turned into cuckoos, but the voice was like a grackle. Somehow, after coming to MCC, I felt better and wrote the exam, then came home and slept. The next two days, I became a sleeping princess, and I couldn't concentrate on my studies properly. And today I went for writing britlit and celebrated my exam fever in the exam hall. I also disturbed my benchmate, who was very keen on showering her tamil in the answer sheet. I asked myself to corporate with the exam, but at the end of paper correction ti

 Today I am going to share a short story that was shared in 10th grade by my 10th grade English teacher. She uploaded it to her status, and I personally liked it, so I screenshotted it, and going through my gallery, I unexpectedly saw it and thought of making a blog on it.  There was a little boy and a little girl. They were both playing on the shore. The boy had beautiful and colorful marbles, and in turn, the girl had sweets. The boy told the girl that if he gave the marble to her, she would give him the sweets she had. She agreed to what the boy said, and they exchanged what they had. But the boy kept the biggest and most beautiful marbles with him, and she gave all the sweets she had as she promised. The girl slept peacefully, but the boy couldn't sleep because he kept wondering if the girl had also hidden some sweets like he did with the marbles.  The moral of the story is that if you don't give 100 percent in a relationship, you will always keep doubting each other. This

 During my 6th grade year, I went to a tuition class for my brother. He told my parents that he wouldn't go to the class if I was not accompanying him. My parents, considering his future, didn't consider mine and sent me along with him. I never had hatred towards the tuition class because I was the youngest, and I used to complete the portion soon, and my tuition sister sent me to the kitchen to eat. Her mom treats me with the snacks. And I am the one who got this chief guest treatment while all the others used to study, write, and engage in their busy study schedules. Once during the public exam season, a brother and sister from 12th grade came to the tuition for their chemistry exam preparation. My tuition sister gave us the syllabus for studying and went inside to teach chemistry to those two-day students. We were five people sitting in the sitout and studying for the first ten minutes. After that, we started our chitchat without making any noise, and all of a sudden, we dec

 I was once going through a dictionary used by my dad, and I came across a piece of vintage paper. I took it in my hand, where I could see my dad's name and our address. I couldn't realize what it was. Actually, it was a letter written by my dad's friend to him. That's the first time I saw a letter, and my eyes shine seeing that. With excitement, I opened the letter. Actually, it's not good behavior to read others letters, but my mind didn't even realize these things at that time. Later, I thought of it but never regretted it. The letter was full of advice for my dad. She asked my dad to study further and to read a lot of books. When I was reading it, I felt like she was advising me and asking me to read books. I never felt that much joy in any of the social media messages. At that time, I realized how emotionally the words written on paper could capture my mind. The letter has aged nearly 30 years, but it's still at my home. But our social media messages go

 When I was a kid, it was really hard for my parents to handle me because of my naughtiness as well as my love for the soil. Not only during childhood, I loved playing in mud; still, I play in mud, but I never saw any of my nieces or nephews playing in mud. As a child, I knew how hard it was to watch TV for an hour without being scolded by the elders. It's like time scheduled for television. My grandparents showed me crows, cows, and goats and made me eat, but nowadays it's all about having a mobile phone in a child's hand and feeding them. Even though the scenario is not only for children, it also suits adults. One hand holds and another hand holds mobile phone. The whole concentration is on the mobile phone. Sometimes I also have my lunch while watching television. We allow children to play with artificial clay, but not in soil. We literally lost many outdoor games. I think we were the generation that had golden times during childhood. It's not the fault of children i

 I took a paracetamol, had lunch, and got ready for college. My mom was asking me whether I was capable of walking or if she should call my cousin to drop me off on the main road. I said no to her, packed my exam materials, came outside the door, and again asked her to open the door. She was like, "This is not your MCC; this is home; go to college and write your exam".😂I couldn't handle the bright, hot sun that was sipping out my energy through my shield, known as an umbrella. I crossed the main road, and within a few seconds I got a share auto and stared at it because there was a seat in the upper part of the auto, and the lady at the right corner of the upper seat as well as the lady at the bottom seat were like statues, and my brain was processing how to get on the seat now. Somehow I managed to sit on the seat and got scolded by the lady in the upper seat. I have good flexibility to climb the upper seat, but due to fever, my body was hurting, and it didn't suppor

 I have a separate notebook for major and allied in order to have the keywords. In front of the three notebooks. I wrote the short form of all three papers. My brother, who usually never cares about my notebooks, used to take them without my permission and use them for his own needs, and when I search for them, he won't even say that he took them. If I ask him, he won't reply to me because he knows that is the best way of irritating me. It was during last semester that he took my literary forms book for keeping his mobile phone on his bed, and when I asked my mom, she told me that she didn't see it. It was around three days I searched for it, and after a long search, I saw a book in his bed, and looking at the front page, I realized that it was my literary form book. I was in a hyper-angry mode about throwing him out of the earth. I went to him and asked about taking my book without my permission; there was no reply from him. Realizing his strategy, I came back.  One day he

  In early December, I went shopping with my mom, aunt, and younger cousin. We first went to the saree session for my mom and aunt, and as usual, they didn't pick any sarees rather than have an saree exhibition. They were like, I saw this saree in the advertisement, and this pattern was so good; this is so costly, and at the end, me and my cousin were waiting for them to select one, but they destroyed our thinking without picking anything. Then we went to the gown section for my cousin. Again, here she struggled to filter one from the collection. Somehow she took one, and we went to the accessories section. As usual, me and my cousin started our accessory hunting. It's like we both took many clips and put them in the basket, and my mom and aunt took them from the basket and kept them in their places. This scene is actually related to YouTube shorts. Then I came out of the section and waited outside for the three. I came near the bill counter, and there was a staff member checki

 I didn't even know that I had completed a 30-day blogging challenge. I sat in front of my laptop at 4 o'clock and wrote a blog, and all of a sudden my eyes saw the number of blog posts. I was doubting them and even started to count them like a kid. I actually began blogging on March 6 and stopped it right before my CA III. I even felt guilty for stopping the blog. I told Cathy about this, and she boosted me, and again, I began from where I stopped. Yeah, I failed, but I never gave up. There are days where I struggle to get a topic, and sometimes I used to wonder if I would get enough content and if the flow of writing would be good. Will it be an interesting one?  The appreciation from the HOD mam was like getting an award. I show it to my parents, and there will be a mini-happy dance session. As a literature student, when I entered MCC, I had no idea of my future. I was very unstable in choosing my career and came to literature out of compulsion. I have the habit of writing v

 I was sitting in the botany tank and looking at my notes for the I CA during the Ist semester. There was a brother sitting on the right side of me. At once, when I turned to take my water bottle, I noticed that he was drawing something. I was so eager to see his drawing. At that time, his junior, who was my friend at GC, came there. Smiling at her, I noticed that he was drawing actor Dhanush from the Kodi movie. The art looks fabulous. It was around 11.30, and I packed my bag in order to attend the 4th hour in Thomas Hall. I was thinking about whether I needed to tell him about his artwork. Feeling so shy prevented me from speaking to him. Somehow I gained confidence, and I called him. He was actually wearing an airdope, so I had to call him twice. Hearing my voice, he removed his airbuds, and I told him that his drawing was so good and I loved it. Even in this moment, I remember his smile. As an artist, if someone appreciates me, I will be happy, and there will be a smile for a long

 It was me before, 11 years ago, when I was 7 years old, I was forced to wake up in the morning to have a cup of water, of which I used to drink only half and pour the remaining to the coconut tree behind my home. When I pour the water into its root, I tell them, Look, here I am giving you water, and you should give me tender coconut. After finishing this, I move to the front yard of my home, where there is a garden. I used to count the buds of the moss rose (Pathumani chedi), which are ready to bloom. After counting every pot, if there are fewer buds, I give them some extra water and tell them to give more buds. Sometimes, I give enough water, some plants have only a few flowers. I ask them the reason for not giving enough flowers. Then I always appreciate the plants that have many flowers. Its actually a good sight to look at them, and the positive energy they impact on me was never felt by me at that time, but now I understand it. I always had the habit of speaking with trees and pl

In my GC (General Course), we were given a different topic for our presentation. We should collect information regarding how AI is used in our respective departments as well as in the political science department. At first, when I got this topic, I regretted for the first time taking PS as my GC. The subject was kind of boring for me at the beginning because it dealt with individuals,society,norms, and values, and I felt so much philosophical knowledge in that, which my mind struggled so hard to get. Gradually, the subject drew me into it. And at last, I felt it was worth taking it as my GC. Most of the time, the subject was relevant to my Allied subject, Social History of England . As a girl who was fond of history, I loved getting into those concepts.   The subject was moving in a smooth manner, and the seminar topic was a disaster for everyone. When I discussed this with other department friends, I came to know that they were also struggling. But somehow I got rid of my laziness a

 After coming to Chennai, I realized the value of many things. During my school days, every day I pour water from my bottle on the way or from the school window in order to escape from the teachers and parents. But after coming here, even one drop of water was so precious to me. If there is a little water in my bottle, I have never poured it out. Even my mom started to handle water so carefully. In our native country, if there was a little amount of water in the pot, she used to pour it to the trees, but now she asks me to fill it in the water bottle.  Whenever I go to the market to buy vegetables, I usually feel bad for wasting so much natural food in our native country. Seeing a banana flower makes me regret it a lot because there are days where I fight with my mother when she asks me to clean it. I feel too lazy to do it. Actually, we never bought it from the market. It's available in our home itself. Sometimes, if there are many banana flowers, we cut them for eating a small pi

 "Everyone get ready with the practical paper, form a line, and move to the lab without any noise "- the usual command from my chemistry mam. But I don't think that we moved along the line without making any noise on our way to the lab. We used to go to the first row, and after listening to our mam's explanation, we go to our respective places for the practical. And there begins the episode. Having non-blooded relations in the class, the lab is the place where we attack each other, complain, and tease. That was my first time trying titration, and I am the one who completed it last. My non-blooded were in the front row before me. One of them completed it very soon, and he had no job, so he started to disturb me. Already, I was in tension about not completing the practical, and this creature fueled me. In the titration, there is a procedure where we should suck the liquid with the help of a pipette. There were actually two kinds of pipettes in our lab. The model I used

 Today morning I was standing on the balcony in order to take my clothes. I saw a girl in school uniform. I was thinking about this, and within a few minutes, the little girl in my neighborhood with her elder brother came out of their home in their school uniform. I went inside the home and asked my mom, who was busy with her cooking chores, about these children in school uniforms. I knew that schools were closed already. She told me that there are some schools where the students have classes for the next academic year. When I asked her, how did she know about it? She told me that the relative grandmother told her that her grandsons were having class, so she was unable to visit us.  Then when is their vacation holiday? No reply for this. But she told me that even 2nd grade students are having classes, and they have leave in May. When the exam finished, they had  leave for a week, and meanwhile, I was thinking about my school life, where I had only extra classes for the last three month

 It was around 2 o'clock. I was sitting with my mobile phone, and my brother was having his lunch. He was in a hurry to finish his lunch, and he was fighting with me for my laptop. He actually has one that was costlier than mine but never maintained properly, and recently he tried surgery on it. After the surgery, somehow he succeeded, but his patient was paralyzed for the rest of its life. His laptop cannot be moved to any other place. I told him that I wouldn't give him my laptop, but my mom kept pleading with me. Once I agreed to give my laptop away, the argument ended. He went to the kitchen and told Mom about my WhatsApp profile. It was actually a couple, but the reason I kept it as my profile is because I loved it (astrophile). My mom started questioning me, and I could feel the inner happiness of my brother from his derisive smile towards me. I told her that it was just a profile. She told me in a sarcastic way to change it because what if our others think the way your b

 Yesterday I was waiting with my chunk(bestfriend) on the road to the girls hall for a chunk from Martin Hall. On the way, just near the QSC, there was a flower bed. One of my friends was exploring her knowledge with another friend, and I was totally lost with the flower bed. I couldn't resist the beauty of it and I took a picture of it. I told my chunk that I wanted to sleep here. I also added that this place was very good for photoshoot. The yellow color of the flower made me happy without any reason. My inner child came out, and I started to pick the flower from the ground. I was unable to collect many because my mind was totally in a state of admiration. Somehow I took some, put them in my bag, and came home. I kept them in a book to get dried. Honestly, I was checking them most of the time, and my brain was like, Hey kid, stop this business; the flower will get dry naturally. Go and prepare for your semester exams. Its near . 

 Today, after the 4th hour, I went to West Tambaram for shopping with two of my chunks (best friends). At first, we three went to Jayachandran for purchases. We went to the accessories session for me. I took a basket and didn't buy anything. The basket I picked was useful to my chunk, and she bought some accessories. She asked me to bill for her, and I went and stood for billing in the queue. When I was near the bill counter, a grandmother, harsh in her tone, asked me and another aunt to stand in the queue, and we both told her that we were already in the queue. She was again harsh in her tone, and then I didn't have the talent to fight with her, so I moved to the queue that was formed by her. Her words were not harsh, but the tone was too harsh for me. I was in an upset mode because little things can make me upset and little things can make me happy. But the two creatures with me didn't allow me to be in my upset mode. They didn't even properly know what happened, and

It's all about missing the temple festival for the first time. From the day of my remembrance, it was mandatory for me to go to the festival. Only last year I didn't go because I had my public exam (maths) on the next day. It's near my grandmother's home, so most of the days we used to spend there. My grandfather used to take me and my cousins for a little walk, and he used to buy us snacks. I could not explain the beauty of the shops, the lighting, and the joy everyone has in them. I used to have a night walk with my dad from my young age because of my obsession with seeing the lights, and I won't torture him to buy any toys because he used to turn my mind by explaining about the lights. Every year, we used to buy helium balloons, and their lifespan usually ends after a week. Even most of the life of the toys ends sooner because we live with them for 24 hours. Relatives used to buy toys and accessories for us. Our family had a tradition of keeping achaar (pickles (

 Today, after the 4th hour, everyone departed from the class because we don't had the 5th hour. But some of my friends were in the class. We were clicking images, and I was clicking an image of a flower that was on my desk. Then, after some time, I took my bag, came down with two friends, and waited near the steps. We heard loud laughter from the III BA History class. They were playing Kannamoochi. We could see the inner child of everyone at that time. They were disturbing the catcher by clapping their hands. Hearing the sound, the catcher came near a brother, and he was actually crawling in order to escape being caught by the catcher. Everyone was shouting and thinking that he would be caught, but he escaped from it through his intellectual skills and flexibility.     I literally went back to my childhood days. I was the only girl child in my family who lived in the native. All the others were in Chennai. During vacation, I used to wait for our cousins arrival with my elder brothe

 Yesterday after the first hour, me and my chunk ( best friend)went shopping because we didn't have the second hour. It's actually so hot outside, even though we both were under the umbrella. We saw that the escalator was not working, and it made us even more tired. We consoled ourselves and walked through the esclator because walking on them was easier than walking on the steps. After some time, we reached the shop. Actually, when we leave our bags, we should get a token for them, but yesterday security told us to leave the bags without any tokens, and there was no one to give a token. Anyway, we left our bags under the scrutiny of security and entered the shop. There was no welcome girls at the entrance, and in the feel of AC, we both didn't cared about that. Again, we both started to hunt for the material for my lehenga stitching. I clicked some images and shared them with my mom so that she could see them. I bought a satin tape, and in order to avoid getting tokens on t

 We had a class on the Prothalamion by our HOD mam. When I go through the poem, in the first stanza, the third line, the third word striked me with a hilarious incident from my school life. As a Corona all pass batch, I never entered any lab except the computer upto my 11th grade. It was the first time we went to the chemistry lab. We were amazed by the arrangement of all the acids and bases in the lab. My friends used to say that it reminded them of the kitchen. Actually, our chemistry lab holds extraordinary memories due to our curiosity about the chemicals. Our madam explained the procedure, separated us into groups, and asked us to start the experiment. Me and my friends, who were mostly in our own world, didn't concentrated properly on our mam's explanation and it also affected our practical. We were all confused about what should be mixed with what. Do we need to heat it or cool it? We somehow managed it by asking the nearby groups. But at last, we should heat the substan

 I am typing this right after the moment I completed the I Volume of Ponniyin Selvan. In the last scene, Aadhtiya Karikalan and Parthiban were speaking with each other, and Malaimaan entered into their conversation and asked Parthiban to go to sleep because he had to travel to Sri Lanka. Then the scene ended. The next moment, I smiled without consciousness. Why did I smile? That's what I am thinking right now. Is it about the happiness of completing the novel or thinking about what Thirukoovaloor Malaimaam told about Aravaan stories, or is it about Parthiban's reply to Malaimaan when he asked him why he hadn't slept even though he had to travel to Sri Lanka? But I couldn't find the exact reason.     I think I started this novel in early February. I even doubted myself because I have never read a book more than 250 pages, and since it's my first time reading a novel, I figured that I could even read novels. I suggest reading this novel, but be aware because sometimes

 It was around 5 o'clock. My mom, my aunt, and I went to the main road and waited for the auto, and finally we got one. We got out of the auto at Tambaram, then my aunt started to hunt for a bus to Chrompet. Somehow she managed to find one, and we three of them got into the bus. Actually, I think the bus was new, and it reminds me of some of my favorite kdrama scenes. We reached Chrompet and first went to Pothys. I was in search of running material to stitch a lehenga from scratch. Me and my mom were not satisfied with the materials in there. So, we three moved to Chennai Silks. But again, there were not enough collections according to our taste. Then we went to Saravana Stores. Again, I couldn't find the one that my mind wanted. Then we three got into the van and came to Tambaram. We went to Jayachandran. At that point, my mind was half interested in some colors. Witnessing my half-interest, my aunt asked me if we could visit some other textile shops nearby to find the one tha

 I have a special obsession with magic doors. The Doremon cartoon made me believe in my childhood days that there was something called a magic door( anywhere door). During childhood, I imitate like Doremon. I used to close and open the door, and when my parents saw me playing like this, they used to warn me not to play like this because sometimes my tiny fingers got injured because of my carelessness. This obsession began in my childhood and has never been separated from me till now. After coming to Chennai, there are nights I used to imitate, like Doremon asking my mother that I was going to the native. I used to tell her if there was a magic door, I would come to MCC from the native.  Today, after completing the classes, I walked with one of the friends, and we both were under an umbrella, but still, our energy was sipped by the sun. After crossing the signal, I told her it's good to have an escalator from here to the railway station, and she was like, It's better to have an

 The day before yesterday, during the first hour, our professor taught us about the novel. He asked us how many novels we had already read, and one of my friends mentioned some of the novels she had read. I am actually on track of  reading my first novel. He mentioned The Old Man and the Sea - " Man can be destroyed but not defeated"- and asked us whether anyone among us had read it. But no one had read the novel, and our professor started narrating the summary of the novel. When he mentioned the character Santiago, it struck my memory. It appeared that I had heard this name before. When he continued his narration, I caught the storyline and remembered that I read its short summary in a Tamil textbook as a supplementary reader. I told my class about this, and one of my friends, who was in a bit of doubt, asked me whether it was there in the textbook in her sign language. I replied yes to her in the same sign language. Then I started to think why she didn't know it. Then I

      Today I was walking to the market to buy some vegetables. But I didn't bought what I need to buy. After getting some lemons from a grandma, I thought of returning to get an auto. But I was feeling so down that I decided to take a walk around the market. My physical health was actually not in a supportive mode for me, but my mind felt that if I had a small walk, I would feel better. I started walking and as usual, I was looking around. Fruits, vegetables, bags, garlands, dresses, shoes, and many other things were there. But my eyes usually went for bangles, clips, and hair accessories. The fragrance from the flowers  actually drew me towards it. I went to a smaller distance, and they were building something, so I thought of returning. On my return, a coriander vendor (grandma) called me and asked me to take some tender cucumbers which was at a short distance   from her and to keep them near her. She told me that it was hard for her to get out of the sitting position because of

  It's been a year since I drew something on paper. In between months, I tried to draw some pictures but failed most of the time because of  lack of interest. I could only draw a picture if my mind and eyes cooperated 100 percent. Sometimes my brain wants to draw but my mind shows no interest, then my hands won't work. During the last three months, I tried drawing out of the compulsion of my brain, and it didn't turn out as well as I thought. It literally shattered me because drawing was my therapy most of the time. I am not professional artist . I draw when I feel like I need to draw something. But somehow, in January, I managed to draw an outline of a kdrama couple. I could draw only the outline. But it consoled me a little bit. At the initial stage of my college life, there was a lack of interest in many things that I had loved most in the past.   Before three weeks, I tried drawing something in my notebook when one of our professors gave us a free hour. I could only dra

 Hello everyone. Today is the first of April, and I was not fooled by anyone. (I typed this first line and went to speak with my dad, and then I came to continue my blog.) But unfortunately, I became an April fool at 7:48 p.m. One of my friends messaged me that the professor whom I was assigned to II CA for SHE and HEL asked me to meet her after 1.30. He told me that he didn't know why she asked me to meet her, but the professor told him that it was very important. I backed up his chat and searched for the particular professor's contact, thinking to myself, Do I need to message her or could I meet her tomorrow? At this time, my friend messaged me, "Happy April Fools Day, Libi." I was like, nobody fooled me today, and thanks for fooling me and giving me enough content😂.      During school days, I used to get fooled the next moment I entered my classroom. My friends usually be like Maths sir is absent, and I was like, Oh, is it? Then let's go to the ground today. I