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The Dream Doodler

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Kitchen, kitchen, I made you messy and you made me feel a bit more weird On our first meet alone, I broke an egg Took some flour, salt, chilli and all I shriekingly decorated the floor with flour, with another shout from mom And then I put water on the pan, as there was no oil Put some water in the mixture too, to make in a greater way Then called mom crying, "See what I did in these while" Some swift blows with intensity which not even petai parathas ever gained If water is the other name of life, then why did water made me feel weird that day? Petai parathas is a kind of paratha the dough of which gets beaten a lot. Those who know me knows how much weird I'm. 😂 Just another incident. Nominated by Sneha Kashyap 💖 di #pnppendemic #pennpopcorn #skpendemic

Kitchen, kitchen, I made you messy and you made me feel a bit more weird On our first meet alone, I broke an egg Took some flour, salt, chilli and all I shriekingly decorated the floor with flour, with another shout from mom And then I put water on the pan, as there was no oil Put some water in the mixture too, to make in a greater way Then called mom crying, "See what I did in these while" Some swift blows with intensity which not even petai parathas ever gained If water is the other name of life, then why did water made me feel weird that day? Petai parathas is a kind of paratha the dough of which gets beaten a lot. Those who know me knows how much weird I'm. 😂 Just another incident. Nominated by Sneha Kashyap 💖 di #pnppendemic #pennpopcorn #skpendemic

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I don't exactly remember the first book I read. But I remember a story which kept me intrigued till the end. It was an anthology of short stories which I found lying on my father's desk. It was half torned and had turned yellow with the passage of time. The first story which sparkled in my eye was the story called 'Dimiri Phula'. It was narrated in odia (my mother tongue) by a well known writer Akhila Mohan Pattanaik. It showed how the people are slave of time and how they appear as helpless victims in the hand of situations. This illustrates the situation of a helpless mother; how the death of her daughter was kept unknown to her. Ironically the mother in the story was happy as she was told that her daughter was pursuing research in an other state. She had sent a lot of gifts for her daughter, but less did she know that her daughter could never be able to receive that. I have been always moved by the poignacy held by this story. And now while remembering this story, the phrase which presently striking my mind is "man proposes and god disposes." And this made me believe that, human beings are the helpless victim in the hands of fate. And I met this story again as a chapter in my class IX textbook. Task: write about the first book I read. Nominated by Crazy Soch 💜 Snehu didu ❤️🌻 #skpendemic #nomineeday22 #yqbaba #pnppendemic #book

I don't exactly remember the first book I read. But I remember a story which kept me intrigued till the end. It was an anthology of short stories which I found lying on my father's desk. It was half torned and had turned yellow with the passage of time. The first story which sparkled in my eye was the story called 'Dimiri Phula'. It was narrated in odia (my mother tongue) by a well known writer Akhila Mohan Pattanaik. It showed how the people are slave of time and how they appear as helpless victims in the hand of situations. This illustrates the situation of a helpless mother; how the death of her daughter was kept unknown to her. Ironically the mother in the story was happy as she was told that her daughter was pursuing research in an other state. She had sent a lot of gifts for her daughter, but less did she know that her daughter could never be able to receive that. I have been always moved by the poignacy held by this story. And now while remembering this story, the phrase which presently striking my mind is "man proposes and god disposes." And this made me believe that, human beings are the helpless victim in the hands of fate. And I met this story again as a chapter in my class IX textbook. Task: write about the first book I read. Nominated by Crazy Soch 💜 Snehu didu ❤️🌻 #skpendemic #nomineeday22 #yqbaba #pnppendemic #book

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In the year of online classes, my class schedule gets merged with my breakfast time. When tongue tries to sense the first bite; teacher from the front asks to speak out the answer. My food with a pause, gets stucked within the mouth and my brain with 'network issues' . And then, "Error 404 page not found," my brain replies with a chaotic silence. Do not inform this to my teacher. 🙂 Task: To defend your wrongdoing. Crazy Soch 💜 dii 🙂❤️ #skpendemic #pnppendemic #nomineeday21 #yqbaba #onlineclasses

In the year of online classes, my class schedule gets merged with my breakfast time. When tongue tries to sense the first bite; teacher from the front asks to speak out the answer. My food with a pause, gets stucked within the mouth and my brain with 'network issues' . And then, "Error 404 page not found," my brain replies with a chaotic silence. Do not inform this to my teacher. 🙂 Task: To defend your wrongdoing. Crazy Soch 💜 dii 🙂❤️ #skpendemic #pnppendemic #nomineeday21 #yqbaba #onlineclasses

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Being alone at home is a feeling of glee. Thither goes hand to invent a smile by remaking science and hither comes an eye to bake some cold cookie. Mischievous things might run freely, while peace enjoys a philosophical book with a cup of coffee in a corner. Words may not match with the silence it rhymed and dreams might be lurking with the verses it held. My words might end here. But being alone at home is the beginning of maturity or enjoyment? Topic: feeling of being alone at home. Sneha Kashyap 🌟 dii ❤️🌻 #skpendemic #pnppendemic #nomineeday18 #yqbaba #beingalone

Being alone at home is a feeling of glee. Thither goes hand to invent a smile by remaking science and hither comes an eye to bake some cold cookie. Mischievous things might run freely, while peace enjoys a philosophical book with a cup of coffee in a corner. Words may not match with the silence it rhymed and dreams might be lurking with the verses it held. My words might end here. But being alone at home is the beginning of maturity or enjoyment? Topic: feeling of being alone at home. Sneha Kashyap 🌟 dii ❤️🌻 #skpendemic #pnppendemic #nomineeday18 #yqbaba #beingalone

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Pluck my eyes from heaven's beauty or hell's misery, it will still flow with tears in the night of unknown fears. I'll raise my hand in the ocean of sorrow to seek for help, and the moon will ignore like the other half of 'me' which wanted to reside there. Leave me 'night', to let me live. I may not be yours but you're mine. Maybe, I'm bad to my unheard feelings of night but, am I that bad to this gentle night? Task: To use the line "Am I that bad." In write up. Sneha Kashyap 💖 dii ❤️🍁 Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSstitchonpic286 is out!

Pluck my eyes from heaven's beauty or hell's misery, it will still flow with tears in the night of unknown fears. I'll raise my hand in the ocean of sorrow to seek for help, and the moon will ignore like the other half of 'me' which wanted to reside there. Leave me 'night', to let me live. I may not be yours but you're mine. Maybe, I'm bad to my unheard feelings of night but, am I that bad to this gentle night? Task: To use the line "Am I that bad." In write up. Sneha Kashyap 💖 dii ❤️🍁 Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSstitchonpic286 is out!

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When finger starts to curl and hold the body, the lips wait to taste its love. Every sip, tastes magical, and the love starts to spill its essence on tongue. Because, when hand starts to hug the mug of tea, the essentiality of magic becomes love. Topic: Tea is love ☕ Sneha Kashyap 💖 dii 😁❤️ P.S: I'm not a tea lover 😌 #skpendemic #pnppendemic #yqbaba #nomineeday10

When finger starts to curl and hold the body, the lips wait to taste its love. Every sip, tastes magical, and the love starts to spill its essence on tongue. Because, when hand starts to hug the mug of tea, the essentiality of magic becomes love. Topic: Tea is love ☕ Sneha Kashyap 💖 dii 😁❤️ P.S: I'm not a tea lover 😌 #skpendemic #pnppendemic #yqbaba #nomineeday10