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Injuries and Icecream.

I write this blog while my left leg is propped up on a pillow while a licked-clean bowl of chocolate ice cream lies to my right.

I write this while being confined as a prisoner surrounded by the same purple walls of the room I call mine.

The reason I’m being dramatic is because I’m forced to be here, trapped in my room.

And yes, my walls are purple.
Yes, that’s right, folks

I just got out of the hospital.
That’s where I was, these past couple of weeks

Let’s get started, shall we?
Flashback to the merry month of December when my parents decided to send me for badminton coaching.

At the ripe age of 16.
Okay, I’m a good person so I went along with it.

 A few weeks in, though, we were playing a practice match. The shuttlecock suddenly whizzes past me on my right and I quickly turn to hit it but I pulled something really frickin bad.

I go down like a sack of potatoes, blinded with pain in my left knee.

The first thought that passes through my head is that I’ve broken it, because it hurts that bad. But, contrary to my belief, when I opened my eyes, I was still standing(but in a really awkward position). My coach dragged me to the side and told me to keep my leg straightened and to not move it. Pain shot through my leg even if I moved it an inch. My coach had confirmed that it wasn’t a broken leg but might be a ligament tear. So okay, I’d heard about such things before. A classmate of mine underwent surgery for the same thing two years ago and missed three months of school because of it.


I was terrified of that happening to me. Half an hour later, my coach send me home. My mother went ballistic and she started massaging my leg. An hour later, the pain significantly reduced and we hoped that it will get better.


A week later, I was out with my dad running errands. We had taken the bike because we both loved it. While getting down, I placed my left knee ie. the injured one down and turned.


My knee wobbled.


The pain was excruciating and gripping. My bone literally wobbled and I was scared to death.

Fast forward to two weeks later, when I was back at practice. While running laps, my knee wobbled again.

Then, we decided to take action.

We visited a doctor recommended by a colleague of my mother. This guy was intense. He was a sports orthopedic and specialized in these kinds of injuries. One look at my leg and he demanded that I go for an MRI.Now the thing is, I’m terribly claustrophobic.

I can’t stand small spaces and have a panic attack. I start hallucinating and feel like the walls are closing in on me. But, he forced us to go for it. I went for the MRI, literally drowning in my tears.

Once we got through with it, we went home. The report came out two days later. The doc then confirmed it.

It was a ligament tear.


This guy then starts explaining the procedure and he just drones on and on. You know how you feel comfortable with a doc? You start to trust him and whatever he says?

Yeah, that didn’t happen with this guy.

He scared my mom and me to death about the recovery procedure and all that fun stuff.

We went home and decided to go consult another doc for a second opinion.

Now this second guy, now he was a real charmer. A good seasoned doctor, in his fifties, explained that this process was about two hours of my life and could get back to doing things normally in two, maximum, three months.

The second we left his office, I declared that he was the guy we should hire to do the surgery. All was well and good until next week.

The very next week, when my mum was leaving for work, my knee swelled up and started hurting. And of course, my mom freaked and said that we do the surgery as soon as possible.

The next few things happened in a snap. Mother dearest went and talked to the dean of my college and the dean granted me exemption from my junior year finals. So I think, that could be considered as the silver lining in this huge pile of mess.

Dad talked to the doc and he said that he was fine with doing the surgery. Now the thing is, recovery after this surgery takes about three months. And for me, college ie. senior year for me begins in June. So it was best that we had done it right then.

Unfortunately, the surgery date landed on the 10th of March aka my birthday. Yes,folks, that’s how I spent my seventeenth birthday-getting admitted in the hospital.

I got admitted and I was keeping my spirits high. I kept watching FRIENDS on the hospital tv. The nurses came in and inserted the tubes inside my hand which was able to pass fluids in me. I tried to put on a brave face for my parents. Mom stayed with me and sent dad home.

Next day morning, nurses come in and tie up my hair in braids and move me into a stretcher. They take me to the recovery room to check my vitals and blood pressure. A good solid hour later, they wheeled me into the surgery.

The very first thing that I sense and feel about the surgery room was that it was cold. Nail biting cold. They place me on the bed, cover me with blankets and place this tube inside the blanket that released hot air to keep me warm. It somewhat provided hope and relief to me in a way.

As the surgery was t be conducted on my leg, the anesthesia had to be given in the spine. Now, that was painful. 10 minutes later my legs started to tingle and I lose consciousness.


When I opened my eyes, I’m back in the recovery room. I spotted this huge brace tied to my leg and couldn’t move at all. Soon, they took me back to my room.

That’s when I started acting delusional. The effect of the anesthesia was wearing out and my mind started to clear. I don’t know what I did but my mother said that I said incoherent stuff and demanded tea when I’ve never had tea in my entire life.(I’m a coffee person). Around six is when I fell asleep. I woke up two hours later to steaming hot, disgusting hospital food.

At night was when the trouble started again. I was in agony and my leg was hurting really bad. This was because of the stitches, as I would come to know later. I move around a lot in my sleep,twist and turn in every single way possible. But the cast and the brace weren’t allowing me to do that. I wasn’t able to sleep and mom wasn’t either.

The next day was when they took an X-ray of my leg, just to check wether everything is in place. When the reposrts came later, trouble began again. The in house doctor claimed that a tube attached to my leg, when removed, had left a hole in it. Therefore, I had to go back in the surgery and place stitches. “Just gonna take 5 minutes” is what he said to me. I broke down,because by this point I was just ready to go home. The pain was unbearable.  What I didn’t know that he had to conduct another surgery because of an anomaly.

It took 4 hours.

Now this point can be argued from both sides. One can say that it’sthe doc’s fault that he made a mistake.One can also say that it was brave of the doc to come forward with the truth. Well, this resulted in my dad fuming and my mom upset. But the surgery was done again, much to my disappointment,and I was discharged two days later. It has now been more than a month since the surgery and I now can normally walk and sit but I still can’t run as fast. But, this is tremendous improvement according to the doctor. So I guess, fingers crossed until then.

What I wanna ask you guys is your opinion.

Was it the doc’s mistake or his good nature?

Lemme know your thoughts.

This is my story.

What’s yours?



Catching up.

Hey guys! It’s been a long, long time. Two months! Appalling, I know. It’s just that I had exams in January and I also have upcoming exams in March and the curtains are closed for the year! Anyways, I have huge stuff coming up and I have so many blog post ideas! You guys are gonna love it! So much has happened to me, I can’t wait to post now! It feels like a long time ago, but once I got back on the app, the ideas popped back into my head and now, I can’t wait to post! You guys are gonna love it!
So that is an kind of an update on my side.
Until next time.

Breakups and makeups.

I have never really felt the impact of a bad breakup.It’s maybe because I never was in a serious relationship.

But I witnessed a lot of breakups and the aftermath that follows it.

Basically,I was that person in the squad everybody rants to.That means,I knew a lot of secrets.

I basically came to know that my best friend in eight grade was gonna break our friendship just because I didn’t support the guy that she was dating.

I came to know that a guy that I dated in 7th grade broke up with me just because I had gotten braces.

I,also,came to know that my So-called friends in 9th grade were jealous of me.Why,you ask?Because I,apparently,was perfect and no problems in life.

So,the point behind all this was I witnessed one of the worst aftermath of a breakup.

Just hearing to it,got me all weird and overwhelmed.

Because,really,I hadn’t heard anything that cruel and cold blooded.

My friend,C,who I met in college,had a boyfriend from 6th grade.So that means,they were together for 4 years.

Whenever the point about love and boyfriends came up,she used to begin about her boyfriend and what she had gifted her recently and where he had taken her.

This isn’t in a mean way,trust me.We all were happy about her and stuff.But all that talk did get on our nerves sometimes.

So recently,one of my other friends from the squad texted me saying that C’s parents have come to know about everything.

So now you might think,so what?But the main thing here is that-

  1. Her parents didn’t know about them.
  2. They went out secretly.
  3. Her mother hated the guy and she had made it clear to her.

But still,she went out with her.She blamed it all on love.

So here’s the thing.I call up the friend that told me about C.She told me that C wanted her to talk her mum saying that she hadn’t bunked off classes to go out with him.

Basically,she wants her to lie.

I told her that I hoped she didn’t.

She assured me she didn’t.

Now,here’s the twist.

It was her close school friend who told her mum.

This school friend is also in my class.But she isn’t in our friend group.

We knew she felt jealous but we didn’t know that she’d go this far.

She just went and told C’s mother about them.

Apparently,she didn’t know that C’s mum didn’t know about her relationship.

And then,to make matters worse,C’s mum caught her going out with the guy holding hands.

She got them both home,then slapped her which left a nail mark on her nose.

Then her dad comes home and then hits her too.

Then the guy gets pissed and yells back at her mum when she says that I hate you.

That just worsens it.

C’s mum throws him out of their house and grounds her.

Now,she’s not given a phone,not allowed to join extra curricular activities and her mum comes to pick her up everyday.

And she’s supposed to stick with that backstabbing girl because her mum apparently “trusts her”.

And now,she’s acting weird with the rest of the squad.

And we are all getting pissed.

But I can now seen the breakup affecting her.

Her face is pale,that scar looks horrible and she looks thinner.

And apparently,the guy smashed a glass window with his hand and injured himself.

But I thought that was just a little too much.

But,I don’t know what goes on in their private life.

So this time,I’m asking you readers,do you think what C’s mum did was right or wrong?I would love to hear your opinion.

So,that’s mine(or rather,my friend’s breakup story)

What’s yours?


Pulling my walls down.

Warning-Deep post ahead.New,unexplored area for me.

Hey guys!So,if you haven’t noticed yet,I haven’t posted for more than a week now.That’s because I had a couple of issues going on and basically,I didn’t have anything to write about.
In other words,writer’s block.

A big one.

And,I had a lot of projects and assignments to be completed.

So,my writer’s block made me think.

A lot.

I thought about a lot of stuff about which I could write but then I thought (basically I thought a lot,if you didn’t infer that by now) that it couldn’t be my niche.

Then I decided to write about my loneliness from school and college.

But then again,I realised that the link to my blog which was in my Instagram bio could be accessed by many “average minded” people(That’s putting it mildly)and they could judge me about it.Its not the judging that makes me feel weird,it’s that people who I thought could be my friends and for whom I pulled down my walls of fear,judge me.

Believe me,I have always been a victim of indirect bullying.

School was obviously hell,I didn’t expect college to backfire so much.

I thought,new place,new beginnings. 

But,boy,was I wrong.

College comprises of indirect,sweetly composed insults which could pierce deep.

You can call me sensitive and ask me to be open-minded.But believe me,I have tried.

I have tried and tried but failed horribly.

And for people who know me personally,please,do not sympathise with me because that’s not what I want from this post.

It’s for you to know what goes through my head when y’all comment on everything I do.

Really,studying is bad?

Really,if I’m a nerd,that isn’t good?

Basically,you don’t like me,say it.Don’t tag me along with pity and disgust.

I do pretty well on my own.

That’s how I spent my last 2 years of school.

That’s basically my version of a rant.

What’s yours?

P.S-I have never written such a raw,unedited article ever.

P.P.S-I am now officially published online and on real paper.Yay me!

P.P.P.S-I’m so sorry for the abrupt ending but if I could go on,it would take forever.So that’s all for now.

Comment,Like and follow.


Boy troubles.

So,the day before yesterday,I fell sick.

Not big-time-hospitalise-this-piece-of-shit-sick.

Just your regular stupid strep throat,irritating cold and the nagging headache.

This happens to me three times a year,whenever the climate changes.Combined with a stress release.


So I did what every girl did when she was pissed,sad or stressed.

Got the pajamas out,wrapped myself with the most cosiest comforter I could find and drowned my sickness with my all time fav,”The Devil Wears Prada.”

I can literally(pronounce it the Kendall Jenner way😛)watch that movie a thousand times.Which,on an afterthought,sounds incredibly cliche.

This mostly sounds like an after-breakup-situation,but I was kinda annoyed.

As Anne Hathaway got a makeover in the movie,my mind wandered off to last week.

I met this guy on Instagram.(I feel all my stories start with this situation.After all,it’s always a guy🌚)

He was not the usual fuckboy I expected.


I thought I might like him a little too.

Yes,as inhumane and cruel I am,I indeed am capable of liking someone.(Yeah right🙈)

So we start talking,it was nothing crazy.

Somehow,I dunno how but,we steered towards the “kiss question”

You know,the common “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Before you know it,I say no.

The guy appears to ponder over it and then asks me my bucket list.

So I list off quite a few.

And lemme tell you what was on top of his list.

Getting drunk at a concert.


No,I’m not kidding.

Pretty sure that we’ll get a thousand opportunities to get drunk at a concert but I dunno why it was on the top of HIS list.

Well,that’s his personality.

But what he asked next put me in the position of “deer-caught-in-headlights.”

He asked me whether I would join him in getting drunk at a concert.

To a girl he just met 2 hours ago.

*online sigh*

Why,why do guys have to such idiots?!And if a guy is reading this,you tell me why y’all have to be so clueless.

Never ask this to a girl.Last thing you wanna do,is get her scared of commitment.

And that scars for life.

So anyways,after composing myself for a few minutes,I reply a curt,”I dunno.”

We move forward when suddenly the bomb is dropped.

He says to me to make him MY FIRST PRIORITY and that he wants to meet me the next day itself.

Like,excuse me?!?!

First priorities?!

Hell,my line of priorities are so long that you’re not even in it,boy.

This is nothing compared to the next thing.

I go out for a while and when I come back late at night I see texts from him saying where was I and stuff like that.

THEN,he texts me on Instagram saying that why did I block him which I obviously hadn’t.He assumed I had cause I wasn’t replying to him.

I exploded and blocked him.

Then later,the stupid person I am,I unblocked him and then the usual drama happened.

Like,why did you block me,and what’s your problem.

But in the end we made up promising to keep in contact.

But then college started and we both got busy,and whenever we talked it was boring and not exciting at all.

So I randomly blocked him again(I know,I’m a cruel person.)and haven’t talked to him till now.

So incidentally,this guy knows a close friend of mine,and that’s how he knew me.

And that friend of mine is now currently hanging out with him at a concert(which I’m pretty sure he’s gonna get drunk at and tick one thing off his list🙈) while I’m over here surrounded with snot covered tissues.😂

Classic,am I right?!

P.S-This post has made me realise I’m gonna be forever single.🌚😛Comment if you relate.

So that’s my guy problem.

What’s yours?


Best friends and girlfriends.

Best friends.

Everyone’s had them.

Some still have them.

Some will be forever.

If you don’t have them,sorry,but get one.They can be the best medicine that you ever get.

Unless,you really have a sad life and talk to no one,get a dog.Or better,get a life.(no offense,but true.)

Like everyone,I too,had a bazillion best friends.But none,I tell you,NONE,stood by me like the one I have now.You might think that,whoa,she’s saying this now but a few weeks later,we’ll see her complaining about how bitchy she is.

Lemme assure you,that’s not gonna happen.🙅
My relationship with my best friend is weird.

She’s actually a year younger to me.

Now you might think,what’s in a number if you’re best friends?!

Well,the problem is that,she’s still in school and I’m in college.

See,in India,there’s two separate colleges.Normal college begins after 12th grade and there’s one junior college that is after 10th grade.

So I’m in junior college and she’s in grade 10.So we seeing each other is,like,a miracle.

We meet every 3-4 months and that too,for,maybe an hour or two.

Because she has to get back to studying.(Basically,in India,10th and 12th grade is huge,so you gotta work your ass off for it)

And she wants to become a dermatologist,so she has to slog more.

We met each other on a trip from school when I was in 6th grade and she was in 5th.

We used to absolutely hate each other.

And by hate,I mean pull-your-hair-out-hate.

It actually turns out,during that trip,I had another best friend.

More like,a group of best friends.

But,every single one turned out to be a bitch.

And one of them remained a best friend till maybe,middle of eight grade,and then left me for a boyfriend.

All because I didn’t like the guy cause he had a playboy rep.

So guys,just a note,girlfriends break 4 year long friendships for you okay?Keep that in mind before breaking up with them just because they didn’t have sex with you.

So,back to my best friend.

We both hated each other.

Then,fast forward to 2015,Europe trip(Our school takes us to international trips every summer)when I actually see her again.

Its turns out we had mutual friends and were forced to hangout with each other.(Now I’m glad they did that.)

You know what takes place when two people who don’t like each other are forced to hangout?!

Yeah,that didn’t happen.(Ya see what I did there?!😛)

We instantly clicked,talked about all kinds of shit and totally ignored the people who hooked us up together.

I told her how I made out with a guy in a salt mine(yeah,I do crazy shit) and she told me how she broke up with her boyfriend a month ago.We bonded on a whole new level and it was destiny.

Now,1 year later,she’s in 10th grade and I’m in junior college and we’re still close as ever.

Yeah,we fight,call each other names,but that’s just something we do.

I tell her all my dreams and she tells me her aspirations(don’t they mean the same?!)

So,as you read this,I hope you’re reminded about all the stuff you do with your bff and smile.

Basically,get yourselves a best friend that doesn’t judge you but judges other people with you!

That was my story about my best friend and me.

What’s yours?


Fuckboy tales

So this year,after entering college,I joined Instagram.Yeah,I know,pretty late.But,I did have an account before which I sadly deactivated.Due to tenth grade,of course.

So back to the topic,I joined Instagram.Little did I know that it had changed over a year.

The updates were different,number of accounts were increased and so were the fuckboys.

Instagram is basically Tinder for fuckboys.

Don’t get me wrong,I have nothing against them.They provide fake protection to heartbroken girls.Hey,atleast they provide protection,fake or not.

So,basically,what I’m trying to say is that I,too,ladies,had my share of fuckboys.

So,from the top.

So a few months,since the beginning of college(ya see what I did there?!😛)this random dude texted me.Random is the classier word,okay?So I’m being real kind here.

Okay,if you remember,I just had joined Instagram so I had hardly 3 pictures up.So,this guy tries to strike up a convo,by liking all my 3 pictures.So,me being nice and kinda desperate (hey,being honest here)liked 3 pictures back.

Courtesy,am I right huh?!(more like desperacy)

Little did I know,that this was just the beginning.

So,let’s name him random guy.

So Random Guy slides into my DM with a text.So long story short,we started talking.

And no,I didn’t give him my number. I’m not that stupid.

But a few months in,I decided to give him my number and we start talking on Whatsapp.Simple.

But as the great person I am,I blocked him randomly one day as I needed to concentrate on my Sems.For those people passed out of college,semesters.

So,genuine reason.

But one day,the last day of exams to be accurate,I unblocked him and texted him saying how sorry I was(not) and he says how offended he was when I blocked him(yeah,right) but he was willing to give me a “second chance” like excuse me,I talk to you cause you gimme attention,that’s it.

I know I’m rambling but this is the best part okay?!So hear me,or rather,read me out.

So after a couple weeks of not talking,one fine day,I open Instagram and I see his comment on a random picture of mine saying”Prettiest girl I have eva seen”

Okay,horny much?!

So I explode at him,texting him saying that wtf is wrong with him and what right does he have that after weeks of not talking he can just randomly comment on my pictures?!

Then the bomb is dropped.

His GIRLFRIEND texts me saying that please stop talking to him.

And I was like,Da eff?!?!

Believe me when I say this,she texted me from HER account and asked me all sorts of questions about him and me.

I was like,girl,he never told me he had a girlfriend cause I ain’t that type of a bitch.

She somehow trusts me,and then goes ahead to ask me whether he really commented that on my picture.

And I was like yeah,he did.

Then she was like whether could I send her a screenshot so when she confronts him,she can have evidence!!!!Like what is this,the FBI?!

So,long story short,I got played at and a girl’s heart got broken.

So,if there are any guys reading this,don’t do this.We girls are already suffering enough with PMS and shit and we don’t need being used also added to the list.


That’s my fuckboy story.

What’s yours?