The Pen and the Musical Note

Hey guys! So this is my edited version of what I wrote last time, which had some issues, but I ended up sorting out. I've always really loved the rain, and this is actually what came out of the first rains. I hope you guys like it. So here it is, The Monsoon Magic, re imagined. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Monsoon Magic She strolled down the street, a lonely figure in the pouring rain. The world was painted in muted shades of grays and blues, but it would soon be in technicolor. Every drop of rain shimmered prismatic as it fell, seeming to her eyes like broken glass falling from the heavens. Mother Nature was washing her world clean of the dust and the heat, and everything would be brightened after the storm. A myriad of emotions swirled around in her head, all with undertones of nostalgia. It was like walking down memory lane and setting up camp there. The rain had unco...

I know what you're thinking. 'Anika, it's the middle of exams. What even?' But inspiration doesn't have a time or place; it just strikes. Just kidding, this is something I wrote as a short story for school. Even so, it isn't too bad so I wanted to share it with those who haven't already seen it. Hope you enjoy it! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Starship Helios It had been twenty long, arduous years and I was eagerly waiting to land. Twenty years of travelling at lightspeed, hoping to find salvation. Hoping for another chance. A chance to begin again. My name is Alex Parker, and this is my story. It began when humanity lost Earth. The year was 2500. We had all seen it coming; but when the last plant withered, and the last drop of water dried up, it felt like Mother Nature sighing, and breathing her last breath. The population had drastically declined to a few t...

Hullo! Okay, so I open the blog, and I see the last post was 6 months ago, and first I feel guilty, then I feel shamed, and then I decide to write. I soon realize that this is a fantastic topic, as who knows how many people have ballerinas as their muses? So, here comes The Muse's Melody from The Pencil. (Of course, I can't write this without acknowledging my in-house ballerina and treasure trove of ballet history, Priyanshi Parikh. She has been a massive help, and I hope I was able to capture some of the feeling I've seen in her when she dances.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The ballerina took a breath as she recounted her journey. Her father sitting on an old rickety stool as he grinned at her over the canvas, "My little muse. One day you shall get far."  The first day at training, the falls and the pain. The practice and the music. The world of her own are...

Hullo guys! I'm soooo sorry I can't give you a drawing, but I'm away from home at the moment. But; I have one more Just Thoughts, and this one means quite a lot to me. So, here it is, The Puzzle That is Beauty. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a lazy Sunday morning, and my family and I were parked in front of the television. As we watched, one of the most renowned beauty pageants in India began airing. A thought struck me, as I watched the contestants with their flawless skin and flowing locks. Not how ravishing the dresses were, or the confidence with which the competitors carried themselves - what struck me was exactly how manufactured all of it was. It all seemed so artificial, so manmade. Even the performances with the shining lights, they all seemed tailored and manipulated as to appeal only to the parts of us that crave perfection and nothing else. When you're younge...

Hullo! I'm terribly sorry! It's been too long, but we have too much work as well. For those who are a bit confused, I just started school again, and it is chaotic. Not two weeks in, we have at least 3 projects on hold. It doesn't help that I have one more subject to study. Any way, I don't want to bore you anymore, so I have two posts!😉 One is a piece of advice on studying (aka this one) the other (coming tomorrow, don't be mad😌) is a brand new sketch from the Pencil💛 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Effective Planning Leads to Better Results With most of us on the brink of higher standards, all the students must inevitably be thinking of burning the midnight oil. But this can easily be avoided by following a few simple study tips. With everything from schedules to eating habits, I've got your back. The most basic part of planning for a brand new year is makin...

Hullo! I recently read (and by that I mean I finished it roughly 15 minutes ago) the Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank, and to say that I enjoyed it would be a gross understatement. It has reached out to me in ways that no other book has done, and it would not do to leave this piece of literary genius un-commented on. I started the book expecting a diary. Maybe some parts touching. I most definitely did not expect a full account of all of Anne's woes, the petty fights at the Annexe, the small things in life she lived for. I did not expect a tale that was something of an inspiration. The previous year we had a small comprehension on extracts from the book. There is absolutely no way a few lines or paragraphs could show exactly how touching this book could be. One must read the whole of it to comprehend exactly how much of Anne's life was changed. I've had something of an existential crisis after finishing it. The thing that struck me was how Anne seemed to be strangel...

Hullo! Back with a new post. So sorry it couldn't be a drawing, but I promise that's coming soon too. More on today's topic, a "Dummies' Guide" is essentially something difficult or challenging to understand, explained in layman's terms. I'm gonna explain expression using writing in the way that I conceive it. To most people, writing is an art shrouded with the misconception that 'only those who can do it can it.' It is actually quite contrary. Expression comes from within, and it is important to know how to do it, rather than thinking you don't have the talent. And of course, you can't express without language. The limits of your language are the limits of your world. And a different language is a different vision of the world. The first step is to know the language well. Vocabulary, grammar, you must know everything like the back of your own hand. This may sound really intimidating, but its not that arduous. As the saying goes, pra...