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Since I am starting this new venture, I thought I'd introduce myself first.
Hi I am Aarushi and I am a literature student (I obviously have to mention this). My love for reading and writing started when I was little. I was in first grade when I bought my first book in the scholastic book fair that my school held every year. I saw a section on horror short stories and it intrigued me- My father and sister have cultivated a deep fascination for all things horror by making me watch horror movies all day long (it sounds terrible but I actually quite enjoyed it).
So I picked up Goosebumps by R.L. Stine because it was the only familiar book to me (thanks to Nickelodeon). I went home and read the entire thing in maybe two days and it was clear to me that this would become my new obsession. So, I started reading other horror stories. From Bones to Magic Mirror- I read them all. And then I really got into reading all the stories in my course books. It didn't matter to me whether I loved them or hated them, I just loved to read them. I think I loved how reading a book gave me a different perspective, a new friend, and a good story.
Soon, I started writing short stories. I would take sheets from my father's study and write incoherent, poorly-worded stories about anything and everything. I once wrote a story about a prince in search of a golden-bird with magical powers to make him even richer. I don't know how I ended the story but I must've taken inspiration from all the "Panchatantra" stories that I read during that time.
I grew up and I got scared of writing. Not that I couldn't write good stories, or I developed imposter syndrome; I just felt like there was no use of writing stories because there is no way in hell would I be able to make a career out of it. Yes, as a seventh grader, my biggest problem was thinking I should be studying Science and try to excel in that ( Spoiler alert- I didn't excel in Science). Nobody pressured me into abandoning writing, on the contrary- my father forced me to write more. I just overthought a lot and realized how darn hard it would be for me to ace in this field. And I saw all my teachers and everybody in my school only value and prioritize subjects like Science and Math. So that is what I did. I stopped writing and I started learning laws of motions and electricity and what have you.
I joined a coaching institute to really channel my STEM girly energy but oh God did I fail miserably. I hated it, I hated my teachers, I hated the friends I made, I didn't like how toxic that field was ( and how it is still exactly the same- five years later). So I left that coaching institute (after they bullied my mother on call for letting me take a bad decision) and I landed into the field of Commerce.
I chose Commerce in 11th grade and it was not a random decision at all (despite what people think). It was a very strategic decision that was made after coming up with many a pro-con lists. In my brain I thought, Commerce is how I will learn business and business skills are what I need to be a successful writer, so I took Commerce and I loved it. But I didn't let it stray me away from what I wanted to do the most- become a writer.
I wanted to pursue a degree in English Literature, so I filled all my preference for English Honours in Delhi University because that is where I wanted to be and that is exactly where I am right now.
I am grateful for making wise decisions in my life (so far) and I know the future is uncertain but I know I will be happy as long as I am doing what I love.
Love,
Aarushi
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hello,
I made a blog just because I wanted to
and here's the link🥰
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Shameless and callous I love you.
Out of indifference I love you.
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i hope you find someone that bites you, but is always gay and weird about it. peace and love on planat arrth
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if you stay over my house more than one night you will witness when my Behaves Human meter is empty
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I always am about to go to sleep at a beautiful 11pm and then something happens to me
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due to many foreseen circumstances i will go insane
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heartbreaking: local thing has to leave the house even though it is so tired and sleepy and full of joint pain
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— Franny Choi, Shokushu Goukan for the Cyborg Soul
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“Your relationship with yourself sets the tone for every other relationship you have.”
— Robert Holden
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“Stop looking for reasons to be unhappy. Focus on the things you do have, and the reasons you should be happy.”
— Unknown
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— Birds Hover The Trampled Field, Richard Siken
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Repeat after me: The brain is an organ and mental illnesses are illnesses of that organ.
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~ Bianca Sparacino, "The Strength In Our Scars"
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“KUNIGAMI RENSUKE” - There’s holiness in a broken dream.
Rick Riordan, “Percy Jackson and the Titan’s Curse” / Virginia Woolf, “Night And Day” / Ocean Wuong, “Essay on Craft” / @dvoyd, “thoughts of a stray iii” / Kaveh Akbar, “Calling A Wolf A Wolf” / Anne Carson, “Plainwater” / Michael Kinnucan, “The Gods Show Up” / Anne Carson, “H Of H Playbook”.
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A cliffhanger, or as I like to call it, a conclusion’t
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