Idyllic Days

Guys, are you ready for the roll of the dice again? Chalo, let's see what we get this time. (Dice rattling.) "INTO THE NIGHT." This anecdote teleports me back to my 11th grade. Wait a sec—you might be wondering why I'm talking about my 11th grade when it should be about my 6th grade. Gotcha, guys! I pulled your leg about being OCD and all that. The plan all along was to be random or, in the words of Rukutty Sir (our science teacher and an elegant man), "Don't ask me, baba. Ask the dice." Moving on—those were the times when we were rebellious yet humble, hungry yet patient, and gutsy yet responsible. Our young blood ached for action, but the consequences kept us at bay. Still, some daredevils had already smuggled phones onto the campus, but no one dared to break out of school (let alone come back safely). It was regarded as the highest crime, and the punishment was considered severe. As these events unfolded, a desire grew in me to break out o...

There’s this fact I know about the human brain: "An average human brain has up to 80,000 random thoughts per day." I don’t know whether it’s true or not, but most of my thoughts teleport me back to my school days (6th–12th grade). Now, don’t assume it was Disneyland or that all my experiences were joyous—it was a roller-coaster ride filled with myriad emotions. Whatever, but those were the IDYLLIC DAYS of my life. This blog is the proof to reminisce about those wonderful memories with you all.  At first, I was weirdly confused about where to begin. (Frankly, memories don’t come in a timeline.) After some time, my bulb lit up—"Let’s make this random," just like rolling of dice. What do you say, guys? I know we’re not starting on the right foot here, but it spices things up. So, let’s roll the dice and see where this article takes us. (Dice rattling.) We got "New Beginnings."  I know I promised randomness, but let's start from the beginning—my OCD mind...