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 You can hear them holler from  the hallway. The corner of your lip tugs right into place and your eyes tinged in just the right amount of increasing trepidation and arrogance to mark you as a high-schooler. You weave your way to your class praying that no one will notice you while hoping that someone will. You close your eyes and think of your room, with its familiar mingled scent of sweat and perfume and the posters from countless bands lining the walls. The thought gives you strength as you mentally calculate the hours that remain before you’re free to be there- but more importantly to be the person you can only be within the secure confines of isolation. It’s the version of yourself you like the most. It’s a version that you’re unwilling to share with anyone else. (I'm exactly that level of graceful.)  You enter your class and see them. Sitting in a tightly knit circle and drawing looks of envy from everyone nearby. You make your way towards them and the ...

  You step over the threshold and feel the day fade out of you. The tensions being sapped from your aching back muscles as you rub your sore neck back to life. You loosen a breath as your eyes survey your surroundings. Your soft bed , your gaming consoles and books exactly where they are supposed to be. The thermostat set to the exact temperature you want it to be at. The odour of your favourite dish lingering in the air.   You close your eyes as out of habit rather than choice a smile plays and then lingers on your lips. The day is done.  You've  dealt with your fair share of annoying people and are ready to sleep. You’re harbouring the rawest emotion you have ever known .You feel peaceful. You are at home. Or are you? Is that what home is to you? Think again. If this is what you seek – sleek dresses and well-furnished homes- then how do you explain what you feel?   Being human you are either currently working or have al...

   There’s something about this word that snags my attention. Maybe it’s because it’s relatively new. Everyone around me seems to share the habit of using words enough times to make them ring hollow. That is the inevitable fate of this word too. Like its counterpart it will trend in very twitter hashtag until you feel obliged to acknowledge its existence.Soon you’ll be one of the already surging masses  labeling themselves as a “meninist"(no joke this is seriously the name they use) without having any clue whatsoever as to what it means. Okay so definition one: (my reaction)   Just for the sake of keeping this blog clean lets not talk about this category. Definition two:   (when you finally understand that maths word problem) Better.    So assuming this as the actual definition (seeing as I’m not overly keen on wasting my energy over things that are negative enough that they could never be worth any sane person) le...

 You’re new to this but there are things that even you know. Certain circumstances require a specific level of skill to be successfully traipsed through- this being one of those situations.   What’s that? Don’t know the meaning of a long word? Surely that word does not exist? Truly the speaker is concocting words to highlight his high-end vocabulary or rather your lack thereof. Of course I know what you are talking about! What’s this now? You’re shaking your head in affirmation. You know what I speak of? Oh you get the general gist. Is that so? A tentative brow arch, a cautious glance at the fellow standing next to you. What ensues is a precarious game of gauging his reaction and ensuring yours  doesn't  mimic his but is similar enough in nature to not make your ignorance prominent. (so stealthy) What’s that? The new phone? Oh yes, heard all about that one too. Wait. That’s what they’re asking?  Isn't  that a lit...