ALL THE OTP FEELS: James & Lily Edition

Hey guys,

Depending on where you live, you’re either done with Halloween or just getting ready to go out for a party, either way, hope you’ve had / will have a great one. I’ve simply been sleeping and reading all through the day – just like I do every day.

Just wanted to drop in and let you know of my plans for November, I have done NaNoWriMo in both 2013 & 2014, but I’m still undecided about doing it this year. If I do end up writing this year, it’ll be fairly low-key. I think I might try my hand at fanfiction this time. I seem to have ended my supply of good ones. And since I only believe enough in two couples to read about their love lives in several hundred ways – James & Lily Potter and Scorpius and Rose Malfoy, I might make it a time travel fic or something – but more on that later, that is, if I manage to motivate myself enough to write 50K this year.

What I AM going to do this month is write thirty blog posts on this blog AND on my book blog. Yes, it’s a lot, yes it is going time consuming and confusing and everything but I have to. This entire year, I have edited more than I have written and for someone who claims writing is her passion that is seriously not done. And so with NaBloPoMo, I am forcing myself to write, even if it is just a hundred words chronicling my day (my days are fairly boring, all I do is read and binge-watch shows). I last did NaBloPoMo back in 2013, which was the year I started my blog but I seem to have lost that writing streak. I’ve got friends giving me prompts for the post and I’ve also noted some things I would like to write about, it’s been a while guys and I really miss writing.

If you want to give me a prompt or get me to write on a particular topic, this is the ideal time. Comment below and I’ll try and write on the topic you give me.

In other news, Halloween is also the death anniversary of my number one OTP, James and Lily Potter. Their love is canon and according to the books, their stag-doe patronuses signified they were soul mates. On the other hand, Snape’s doe was the symbol of unrequited love. And he was also the biggest dickhead of all time.

I’m gonna make a bulleted list of all my James-Lily points. Bear in mind, these are simply my views and most of them have been seen on tumblr, the huge amount of fanfiction I’ve read. All I’m doing is expressing them in my own words:


  • James and Lily were literally perfect for each other. If you tell me he was a dick and teased people, I will very kindly remind you he was only fifteen and at fifteen, boys and girls tend to be dicks to each other. He was a bully, sure, but he grew out of it.


  • Otherwise, Lily Evans who was probably the smartest witch of her time wouldn’t have loved him enough to marry him. That is more that can be said for Snape, who continued to be a bully all the way into adulthood. From terrorizing an eleven year old to become his boggart (bear in mind Neville’s parents were tortured by Death Eaters, yet he didn’t have Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange as his boggarts) and then humiliated a fourteen year old Hermione about her buck teeth and then of course, his unashamed partiality towards his own house. He did many right things, he helped keep Harry safe, he protected Draco but what he did to those kids was inexcusable and unnecessary and the world forgot all about that when he muttered “Always” – the words of man who can’t move on in my opinion.



  • James and Lily loved each other, until the very end. They got married at nineteen, had a child at twenty. They were teenagers when they fell in love and chose to spend the rest of their lives together. I will forever hold a grudge against the movies for the horrible casting they had for James and Lily. They cast adults well into their forties as James and Lily. But that sucks, because James and Lily died young, their tragic love story was cut short before they even had time together. And then when they did the flashback casting, they put pink ribbons in Lily’s hair, flattened James’ hair and made him wear perfectly ironed shirts which were even buttoned up. As someone pointed out on tumblr, Marauder James Potter would never have flat hair (that is completely un-canon) or have perfect shirts after a gruelling exam. Utter nonsense. The only thing they cast right was Alan Rickman as Snape.


  • Rickman was one of the major reasons for Snape’s positive acceptance. It was also because of him that they had to cast middle-aged folks as Harry’s parents. But dear god, this is also when I realized that contrary to what idiots believe Harry Potter is not only for children. Characters in this book aren’t only black and white, you’ve got characters who are horrible but have done good deeds too (Snape) and others like Pettigrew who had their own motivations about their choices which eventually led to the death and murder of numerous people.


I think I’ve made my thoughts clear on the issue of James and Lily. They are my OTP and I will go to the ends of the earth to protect their love. Prepare for some Anti-Snily, Anti-Snape pictures I’ve saved and have helped me realized the truth of Snape’s personality.

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Jily is and will remain my OTP. If you would like to add something, feel free to do so. I don’t mean that Snape didn’t help Harry, all I’m saying, he was a dick. Good thing for him, you can be a dick and be helpful. What you don’t deserve is a middle name. Harry could’ve named Albus Severus anything – Remus, Arthur – HAGRID?! The only reason I’ll accept Harry naming his kid after a bully who abused his parents is:


Click the pictures to view them properly, thanks.

Jily is my OTP. Thank you for reading about my love.


First of thirty posts.

Until tomorrow,

Nia Carnelio.

[It’s 10:30 in Doha, but 1 AM in India, so I’m gonna count this as a November post but I might write another tomorrow too.]


The One Where I’m Out Of Sorts

I’d like to think that it’s not just because of one or two things that happened in the fairly recent past, this, whatever it is, has been bubbling under the surface for a couple of months at the very least in my opinion – probably sometime around the 3rd of July, yeah?

Today’s post is just a culmination of a very, very stressful week. With eight different papers, a load of lectures, some really annoying feelings and even the odd fight thrown into the mix, it has not been an easy time.

For the first time today, I travelled by first class. For those of you who do not live in Mumbai, here’s some much needed context: there are local trains that transport you from one location in the city to another in my city and there are two types of compartments- first class and second class. For three and a half years of my college life, I’ve travelled by the second class – my best friend was with me, I took empty trains and I liked it more than the first class.

But now, with a recovering dislocated knee my mother finally cajoled me into taking a first class pass (regardless of my concerns of how useless it was, along with a complete waste of money I could be spending on books) and I made one yesterday. So this morning was my very first morning in the first class compartment of my Churchgate train (first legal ride, at least – that’s a story for another day).

From the moment I passed the green striped compartments in favour for the orange and blue ones I felt out of my skin. Standing in the compartment, waiting for the goddamn train to move on I wondered if the people sitting in front of me could recognize I didn’t belong there, or rather didn’t want to. Always having judged them as pretentious; overly concerned about their clothes and hair and perfumes rather than letting a fourth person sit, I felt like an outsider the whole time. I felt like a child playing with their parent’s stuff, pretending to be someone they’re not.

But that is life, isn’t it? Constantly forcing us to change, to adapt – ask me about this in a week or maybe even tomorrow and I might be familiar with it. Even if I do long for the far more open second class (wider spaces), the nice and friendly people (the lady next to me elbowed me four times and didn’t apologize once) and the kids – so many kids in second class, they do bring a smile on my face every time I play some little meaningless game with them. And since almost all first class ladies are fat, I am forced to sit in the smaller spaces. Sigh.

But feeling out of sorts has been happening on a larger scale since I missed a major chunk of my college term sitting at home and nursing a dislocated knee. Major FOMO happened and the effects of it are reaching me around now. And then almost everyone I know is either doing this fest, heading that or doing something and here I am studying (not well) for CIAs that I should have given back in July. And somehow I feel like I have lost my potential along the way, that now I am a mere shell of my former talented self. And it’s not like my academic achievements are anything to boast about – so that above average feeling I had? Slowly disappearing and making me feel more inadequate that anything.

I think I just expected a lot more of myself by the time I turned eighteen. I had many dreams, several ways in which things would work out in my favour and now that they might not, it scares me. It scares the fuck out of me and I can’t do anything about it and I wonder how much of my ‘whole’ life I have in front of me to achieve anything that someone hasn’t already done? Anything I want to do, or can do well is being done better or in the best way by someone else. How then do I cope with this sense of complete and utter failure?

From worrying about how the Xavierites in the first class along with me who get on at Bandra and Andheri will judge me, who will critically analyse my outfit better than I analysed my poetry paper, to feeling like an outsider among my own friends, to feeling like an idiot or completely lost when they speak about things I don’t know, to not knowing if they wonder why she’s studying literature if she can’t spell benign or received correctly to getting average marks and not feeling like I want to study any more, it’s not been a good time for me. This is probably one of the few times I’ve wallowed in self-doubt and self-pity, usually I make a point of shoving it down so deep it can’t be found unless something like this triggers it. And this is also one of the very personal things I’m sharing about my life, which is why this isn’t being shared on FB with my friends like I normally do.

I’ll probably get my confident persona back soon, I hope.

Until then I’ll bury my insecurities by reading books, battling them with sarcasm and more CIAs.

I'm trying to believe this.
I’m trying to believe this.

Also, my book blog is now live (changed that summer blog ) – Books, Feels & Tears. Maybe check it out?

More reading of The Duff (which is how I feel right about now), and then on to attack Developmental Psychology.

Until next time,





But where is that chance?
But where is that chance?

The Twenty-Second: Questionnaires and Books

The Twenty-Second: Questionnaires and Books

I went hunting for a questionnaire on books online because I really felt like doing one. So, this is what I found, and my answers to it. Link to where I found it is at the bottom.

1 – The best book you read last year:

The Fault In Our Stars by John Green.

Changed my life, it did.

2 – A book you’ve read more than 3 times:

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl. I love that book too much not to.

3 – Your favorite series:

Harry Potter. No competition.

4 – A guilty pleasure book:

Any of the Malory Towers and St. Clare’s series by Enid Blyton

5 – A book that made you laugh:

Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire

6 – A book that made you cry:

My Sister’s Keeper by Jodie Picoult. Also, the only book that managed to make me cry.

7 – Most underrated book:

Twilight. It’s really not that bad. It’s bordering on alright really, without the movies of course.

8 – Most overrated book:

The Immortals of Meluha by Amish Tripathi. I still don’t know why people made such a fuss about it. It sucked.

9 – A book you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving:

Girls in Love by Jacqueline Wilson. I fell in love with the entire series.

10 – Favorite classic book:

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger. One of the very few classics I’ve managed to read.

11 – A book you hated:

New Moon by Stephanie Meyer. Seriously, I waited through the entire book for something to happen to Bella. Death, serious injury, small graze. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.  Except waiting. And more waiting. Jeez.

12 – A book you used to love but don’t anymore:

Mates, Dates Series by Cathy Hopkins. I still like them, don’t love ‘em though.

13 – Your favorite author:

John Green. [Looking For Alaska, The Fault in Our Stars.]

14 – Favorite male character:

Augustus Waters. WHY DID HE DIE?

15 – Favorite female character:

Hermione Granger from Harry Potter.

16 – Your biggest fictional crush:

Tobias Eaton from Divergent.

17 – A good quick read:

The Archie Comics. I read them all the time.

18 – A book that disappointed you:

The Oath of the Vayuputras by Amish Tripathi.

19 – Favorite book-to-movie conversion:

The Harry Potter Movies except Order of the Pheonix.

20 – Favorite romance:

Seth and Aislinn from Wicked Lovely.

21 – Favorite book from your childhood:

Tinkle, by Anant Pai. (Comic book)

22 – A book you can’t wait for:

The Sequel to The Fifth Wave by Rick Yancey.

23 – A book you’ve been meaning to read for ages:

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.

24 – A book that you wish more people would read:

Matilda by Roald Dahl.

25 – Character you are most similar to:

Hermione Granger. Nerd? Check. Bushy Hair? Check. Obnoxious personality at first? Check.

26 – A book that changed your opinion about something:

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseni. I really didn’t know how bad Afghanistan was to its women. It’s horrible.

27 – Most surprising plot twist or ending:

Allegiant by Veronica Roth. I died a little.

28 – Favorite book title:

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.

29 – A book everyone hated but you liked:

Nothing in particular comes to mind right now.

30 – Your favorite book OF ALL TIME:

Any of the Harry Potter books.

So, here it is. All of my booky questions and their answers. Feel free to use it on your blog.

Link to the questions:

Have fun.

Until next time,


tfios :')
tfios :’)

reading looking for alaska right now
reading looking for alaska right now



john green. nuff said.
john green. nuff said.

he's amazing
he’s amazing


The Eighteenth: Censored, Chopped and Cut

My eight year old brother just came from school and told me that he’d been shown the other half of Krrish 3 today. Apparently, the school had shown the kids the first half on Children’s Day. He came up to me and excitedly narrated the movie and kept harping on the part where a kid asked the villain Kaal, “Kyon, phat gayi?”

I remembered reading about the very same line in the newspapers a couple days before the movie hit the screens. The Censor Board had raised a huge hue and cry about that line and then let it go. This in turn, reminded me of a conversation I heard, well, overheard today on the trains.

Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s Ram-Leela finally hit theatres on Friday, after twelve scene cuts, the sensual kissing scene chopped to its bare minimum, dialogue changes and a shit load of censoring and it got a U/A certificate. That meant kids accompanied by their parents could watch the film. Kinda like PG-13.

I remembered being furious at the Censor Board of India. I was feeling very indignant on behalf of SLB. His films are made very aesthetically, even if they’re devoid of a proper plot, (Saawariya – focused heavily on towel dropping; Devdas-the main story got over pretty quickly).

I think the Censor Board should stop treating us like we haven’t been exposed to anything, we’ve seen stuff. We had become bored of the seven long years of saas-bahu drama and switched over to Western TV series. Teenagers everywhere watch shows like Two and A Half Men, Game of Thrones, How I Met Your Mother, F.R.I.E.N.D.S and plenty more. We’re used to it all – kissing, sex, bad words, you name it we’ve seen it. And, sadly, it’s not necessarily on television. Anyone who’s frequented Bandra or Marine Drive will have seen extensive PDA. And curse words are already a part of our vocabulary, it’s just that we don’t use them a lot and in front of adults.

I understand if you censor the movie for areas that haven’t seen a lot of development or are backward in growth. But, censoring stuff in a city like Mumbai? That’s just plain stupid. How do you expect us to learn unless we know? What, are we supposed to think babies just pop out of the sky or something? We’re supposed to think we shouldn’t talk to guys if we’re girls until we’re married? Seriously, that’s just a confused mentality you have. You want us to develop, but you aren’t letting us either.

While I was having this discussion with my friends on Saturday, one of them remarked, “They should not censor stuff that’s apparently offensive. If you can’t digest it, then sit at home. No one is forcing you watch the stupid film.”

I agree, where is the freedom then? Are we not a Republic country promoting rights of speech, thought and expression? Aren’t movies expressing something? Can’t we just appreciate the movie and the maker’s efforts and decide if it’s good or bad by the plot and other things rather than chopping off kissing scenes and changing dialogues? We call ourselves secular, yet we can’t digest good humor.

The adults need to realize that we aren’t as immaculate as they think we are. The ladies on my train kept saying, “So many bad words, so much violence, they shouldn’t have given it a U/A.” I agree violence is bad for kids, but I don’t see anyone raising their opinion when a father hits his son as punishment? I don’t hear anything when kids watch violent cartoons like Ben 10 or Roll. No 21? What sort of stupid bias is this? Every little curse word from ‘ass’ to the more strong ones are censored on TV with little stars and some parts are just chopped off altogether!

Seriously, we call ourselves developing, but we won’t really be in the societal race unless we give up these age old notions. We know stuff, get over it.

Until next time,


cannot believe they didn’t release Pitch Perfect in India


exactly, read this again.

The Seventh: On Like and Love

The Seventh: On Like and Love

“I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.”

― Stephen ChboskyThe Perks of Being a Wallflower

There are plenty of meaningful quotes in the perks of being a wallflower, but somehow, this was the one that really hit home for me.

I’ve been seeing people lie, tell false things, agree with the things they don’t really agree with just so they can get people to like them.

This particular quote comes from where Charlie talks about his family, and he says how everyone seems to love each other but no one really likes each other.

Personally, I think everyone is guilty of loving without liking. For example, we learn to love our parents much before we decide if we like them or not. But that’s okay; we grow to like them over time.

Family, they say is a child’s first school. If the family members themselves practice lying and hypocrisy, then the child learns and believes that lying and hypocrisy is an acceptable way of life.

When I first entered the world of dating, I was pretty shocked to see that Indian dating was way, way different from the dating I’d read about in books. Here there are three steps to get a boyfriend or a girlfriend.

Step One: Find a girl or boy near you.

Step Two: Do you know him/her? It’s okay if you don’t.

Step Three: Ask her/him if they’d like to be your boyfriend or girlfriend.

There, that’s pretty much it. No dates or getting to know each other before committing. It doesn’t matter that neither party knows each other, it doesn’t matter that you don’t really like each other. Before you hang up the phone after a session of ‘you hang up, no you,’ the ‘I love you’ is bound to come out. No, this did not happen to me.

There is an enormous need to get people to like each other, after that love will follow. Now, only if the presidents of the many countries read this and decided to like each other for a change instead of proclaiming their love for others’ countries then maybe we’d be on the way to development and progress.

So, today, with this extremely short blog post, I leave you with: Learn to Like, and then Love.

Until next time,


P.S: I’ve just started the book A Thousand Splendid Suns. So far, it had been really invigorating.


Book Review: House of Hades

The gift of Valmiki’s Ramayana for Christmas when I was in sixth grade started me off towards mythology. Somehow, I’ve always been a huge fan of Fantasy books; they’ve always managed to capture my attention. It didn’t matter which other genre they were coupled with, Romance, Teen Fiction, Adventure or Paranormal.

For those of you who follow my blog, you’d have noticed a countdown to 8th October, the day when the fourth book in the Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan released.  Since I had exams then, I couldn’t read it. Today, I finally finished the book, after reading the entire Percy Jackson series again, because it’d been over two years since I’d read the books.

If I had to describe reading House of Hades in one word, it would be: disappointing.

For those of you who haven’t read it yet and are planning to, there are spoilers ahead.

So I began the book today morning already knowing a couple of spoilers, the really obvious ones, happy ending, and blah de blah.

The book starts off fine, it begins when the ship Argo II sets sail for the House of Hades in Epirus, a region between Greece and Albania, to close the Doors of Death and to get Percy and Annabeth out of Tartarus.

So, seven heroes? Check. Quest akin to Mission Impossible? Check. Happy ending where everyone lives? Also check.

So, there’s this thing Fantasy books I like to read have: Death. Actually, pretty much every book in my library contains characters that have died. Except Twilight, of course.

So, one assumes that on a quest to close the Doors of Death there’s gotta be someone who dies? Perhaps one of the many main characters? Maybe the boy who’s lifeline is a stick?

Well, nope.

The book is terribly disappointing. Beside the lack of deaths, the excess of romance kinda made me want to hurl. Too much of romance and not enough fantasy isn’t a great combination for a Fantasy novel aimed at the youth.

Riordan tries too hard with this one; he tries to appease all of his fans in one go. No deaths for the faint-hearted and plenty of teen romance for the innumerous fangirls.

Also, he jumps on the bandwagon of introducing a gay character. I sincerely hope that he had it in his head all along, or I fear for the last book, The Blood of Olympus.

The book is written is a childish way, with everything being explained multiple times. It’s okay, we read about it in chapter five, there’s absolutely no need to summarize it in chapter fifteen.

Another thing that caught my attention was the repetition. The plot has been overdone, stuff trying to destroy the earth, well, in this one, earth trying to establish a new civilization. Riordan did the same with the Olympian series, only that one turned out well because there weren’t too many main characters.

Funny thing about this book, the demigods manage to overcome everything. Every single thing. From tricking Nyx, the Night Goddess to yakking with Tartarus, the eternal abyss of torment, the demigods manage to do it all. Well, credit to most of it goes to Annabeth, the one of the biggest Mary Sue characters there ever was. Seriously, she managed to get the nicest giant Damasen, the Anti-Ares,to come fight Tartarus himself! Kudos.

The book’s ending was the most disappointing; everything turns out okay, well, as okay as it can be with Mother Earth Gaia out to kill you.

The sole redeeming aspect of the book was the introduction of many new monsters, my interest definitely increased.  But, even there the majority of the monsters were old ones. Greek Mythology is vast, there are so many things to write about and yet the book goes on and on about empousai.

So, I guess there probably won’t be a countdown to Blood of Olympus which releases next November. I sincerely hope that one manages to tie up all the loose links, because that’s the last chance Rick Riordan has.

So, there’s it. Not a great review of course, but this is how I felt. Have you read the book? Did you like it?

Until next time,


Ares: God of War

Well, it's okay. Better luck next time.
Well, it’s okay. Better luck next time.
Except Annabeth.
Except Annabeth.
For you, Riordan.
For you, Riordan.
I have an astounding number of pictures with books.
I have an astounding number of pictures with books.

Exams, French and Lots of Studying

It’s that time of the year again. Yes, the dreaded ‘E’ word.


The word from which every student – in kindergarten or in college runs far away from. The one word that can change a happy person into a sad and grumpy person. It has the power to make people hate everything. Literally, everything in life. The case in point is of the many suicide rate that shoots up during these times. But, we shan’t talk about that now.


I just gave my French paper today morning, and it’s safe to say it wasn’t very good. I mean, the day I give a good French paper will be the day of the Apocalypse.I figure that’s the only way the Universe will let me imbalance it.


But, I’m happy with myself. I’m made a great amount of progress and am on my way to finally comprehending french! Cheers to that! I could actually read every single sentence and understand it today!

But, I digress.

This year I give my Boards, in the forthcoming months of February and March. They are basically these horrible exams that grade you and you’re stuck with these very grades your entire life. To get a decent job with a good paycheck, it’s apparently important to score in these Boards. This was also told to us in the ninth and tenth standards. In my opinion, if I had to explain ninth and tenth grade to an outsider, it’d be like this:

Ninth Grade: Fields of Asphodel  – Waiting for something to happen, the anticipation might kill you eventually.

Tenth Grade: Fields of Punishment – Where one is tortured, for one’s past sins. Although, as students I suppose the only sin we committed was fulfilling the urge to learn.

I was told that if I studied until tenth, my life would be heaven afterwards.

Thank you for the false hope, Auntijis.

Yeah, they also told me Arts was a walk in the park. Seriously, the practicals aside, the Science students are studying their asses off and here I’m still struggling to finish my Psychology project with Sociology close on its heels.

That obviously did not happen.

Today, I have over seven projects, all research oriented mind you, Google isn’t much help; viva voce  in nine different subjects including Physical Education and Environment Studies!

Even though I was a sadist who liked telling on my classmates when I was younger, I’ve never really liked exams. Sure, when the paper was given back I’d fight with the teacher for the one mark that’d fetch me twenty on twenty( I got it my way nine out of ten times),but still, I’ve never really been fond of exams.

I really think we should try and measure how much the student has learned not how much their memory can store in a last minute cramming session.

Teachers should grade their pupils on activity level in the classroom, their interest and so on. I mean, I started detesting Math after I was told to adhere to one and only one way of doing a sum.

Personally, I think no one should be forced to study something beyond a certain age. Sure, teach the kid physics and math until a certain age so he learns logic and gains analytical skills, but please, for the love of god don’t force him to take it up further if he doesn’t like it.

Let people study, because they want to learn. Please don’t commercialize education.

As for the people who like exams, the way they are now, they shall be stoned.

P.S : The two fields are the Fields from the Underworld in Greek Mythology.  Yes, I have been reading Percy Jackson.

Anyway, I leave to study now.

À la prochaine,

[French for Till next time]


As tradition, tumblr pics follow:

Lol, never.
This is basically what everyone does before a deadline.
I needed something to do with Harry Potter. It’s my best stress reliever. :’)tumblr_m4idv0gErx1rr3l61o1_500

Eh, what the hell.

What’s weird is how many exam-related pics I have.

So many things to do, So little time

These past few weeks have been really very hectic – Confirmation in church and then a horde of other activities at home. I haven’t found the time to do anything constructive. And then I realized how much time I had been wasting by procrastinating my chores! So, I decided it was time for a reality check. Here’s what I discovered –

First things first – Prioritizing the stuff you have to do always helps. Is it more important to read a book or complete your notes? Well, that’s a hard one, something I struggle occasionally with everyday.

Second – List out the stuff you have to do. And then make a time table. Remember when we were kids? Books were removed according to the timetable and every minute was accounted. There was so much of free time! Going back to that old tradition will be very helpful – personal experience here.

Third – Do not PROCRASTINATE! Thinking you have many days before a said task is due will make you carefree and you are likely to forget all about it until the last day which will make you do everything in a hurry. It will always be a haphazard mess – unless you’re really a last minute person.

These few weeks , I have been giving priority to lazing around. Even with more than five holidays, I couldn’t manage to blog about the so many topics I had in mind!

So, I have created a timetable for myself now. I shall come online everyday for an hour every evening. Another hour to read novels and the last hour to collect my thoughts and pen them down. My free time is usually from six to nine in the evening, you see. I have decided to blog every Saturday evening, since Sundays are more hectic with church and everything.

So, that’s all from me today.  A short one, because the things I want to write about are too jumbled up in my mind.

So, let’s hope I take my own advice and come back the next time with a better piece of writing!

P.S – My next blog is most definitely going to be a review of a book!