#manamee<3< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[the-final-sif]

Here's the finished dreblr aggie! There were over 50 different layers, so I'm going to tag the usernames that I can remember, if I missed you let me know,

@hiding-in-the-vault @sioster @rivalsposting @kenjo-arts @purpleglitch @thatonesketchyaxolotl @rat-rosemary @dreamiekarma @syncanum @noodleydoo @voidpidgeon @curoopeez @beezymc @featherfallen @mahikamihan @bluefeye @sketchyswirl @hopiskepz @mcengineer @cqfnce @dreamogie @asher_uwu @blobprime @arofundy @shuckerss @dreamerlynx @xomoosexo @manamee @light-

This was super fun and we got a lot of very adorable Dreams <3 I hope everyone enjoyed !!!

[maurine07]

Manamee, this is absolutely stunning!! The colours, the vibes- ugh, I'm obsessed with everything!

I adore their wedding party! Alex as the maid of honor and Mark as the best man is perfect! And Ethan Hudson as the ring bearer along with Jenner makes me so soft. I love that HC so much!

The dress!! It's so beautiful and perfect and I just love it so much! And the wedding bands! THE WEDDING BAND!!! I'm obsessed with them!! They're so freaking gorgeous! And the engagement ring is just as gorgeous! The wedding venue looks heavenly! And the flowers and bridesmaids!! The colours! I'm in love with everything about this wedding.

The memories! I could just stare at them forever! They make me so happy I could cry. Just thinking about Pooja and Ethan's wedding makes me emo and looking more into it makes me go over the moon with joy.

I love everything about this, Manamee. You have no idea how much I love P&E and how much joy they bring me❤❤❤

Wedding at a glance: Pooja Sharma & Ethan Ramsey

When: Saturday, October 14

Where: 20 Chapel St, Brookline, MA

As always, thank you so so much to the dearest @jamespotterthefirst for this gorgeous template. Making this made my day so much better, and all the credit for it goes to you, lovely❤

Tags🤎(Please let me know if you would like to be added or removed):

Perma: @gkittylove99 @neotericthemis @udishaman @aestheticartsx @twinkleallnight @schnitzelbutterfingers @sophxwithers @sweatyrysconnoisseur @nikki-2406 @choicesfanaf @trrfanaddict @starrystarrytrouble @gardeningourmet @parkbarks @mvalentine @lovablegranny @mercury84choices @izzyourresidentlawyer @phoenixrising308 @adiehardfan @quixoticdreamer16 @a-crepusculo @cordonianruby @gryffindordaughterofathena

Ethan x Pooja: @aleynareads @choicesaddict5 @stygianflood @mysticaurathings @jamespotterthefirst @ilikemenbutonlyethanramsey @takemyopenheart @mm2305

Open Heart (All fics and edits): @lucy-268 @maurine07 @bellcat2010 @headoverheelsforramsey @estellaelysian @shanzay44 @mysticalgalaxysstuff

@openheartfanfics

[meestudies]

Hey everyone! How's it going? In my last post, I said I will do something as a celebration once I hit 500 followers, and guess what?! I just hit 500 followers on here!!!

I want to thank everyone of you, who have been following me, supporting me on here and have given me such a warm welcome. I love seeing everyone's beautiful posts on my dash, get inspired and motivated, and learn something new. I haven't been very active, but even then, whenever I get time to scroll through my favourite blogs, I get so inspired. It's seriously amazing❤️

I have seen a lot of blog rates, and I feel they are very fun, so for my 500 followers celebration, I am gonna do a blog rate!!

The rules are as follows:

‌Since this is a follower celebration, so you must be following me. New followers are most welcome 🤍

‌For this celebration, I will be focusing mostly on studyblrs. So if you have a Studyblr or make study-related posts, feel free to join in (In case your Studyblr is a sideblog, please mention it in the ask)

‌Reblog this post!

‌Please make sure to mention the tag under which you post you original posts so that I can easily find them.

‌For taking part in the celebration, you need to send an ask with the 🎶 emoji (so that I know it's for the celebration) and tell me about a song that you really love (I will be accumulating everyone's favs and make a playlist!)

‌The last date to send in asks is 13th March. I will replying to all the asks after 13th, when my exams get over!

Format of the blogrates:

Blog URL: Nice! | Awesomeee | OMG I Love | Saving it as inspo rn <3

Icon: Nice! | Awesomeee | Love the vibes | Perfection✨

Theme: Not my style | Nice! | Awesomeee | Aesthetic™

Original Posts: Good | Awesomeee | Love them <333 | Saved in my heart

Following: No (but sending you love🤍) | On it rn! | Yes with a ❤️ | Always and forever

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Looking forward to everyone's asks and once again thank you, thank you so muchh!

Lots of love,

Manamee🍁

[choicesficwriterscreations]

550 Followers: Meet The Writer

Welcome to another Meet The Writer Q&A! We reached 550 followers! Yay! We’re grateful to all of you who continue to share your work with us and support the fanfic authors of the fandom. As usual, a writer was randomly selected to share a little something of their work with us. Anyway, let’s get to the good stuff!

Blog: @monsoonblooms12

Name (or petname): Manamee

Birthday: 12th April  

Nationality: Indian

Current residency: India  

Languages you speak: English, Hindi, Bengali

Masterlist/AO3: Masterlist | AO3

1- Is there a meaning behind your url name?

Not really. One day I was googling Instagram usernames and this one caught my eye. I tweaked it up a bit to fit me and having using it as my username on various platforms since.

2- When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played? 

It was actually in mid 2019 but I wasn't much of an active player. I started playing more frequently during the lockdown. The first book I read was The Royal Romance, Book 1.

3- When did you decide to join Choices fandom?

Because I was enamoured by the fics I had been reading and wanted to find more writers and creators whose works I can enjoy. I had begun reading fanfiction related to choices during one of my lowest times, when everything seemed out of my control. And the works I read got me through my tough times. So I also wanted to give back in some way and chose to make an account.

4- Go back to your archive and tell us what was your first post on your Choices blog was about.

It was my first moodboard! I made one for the TRR MC

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

I began in August last year. I was inspired by the amazing works all around me and thought of finally taking a dive into it.

6- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

It was the first part of my first Open Heart Series, Detectives by Chance: Chapter 1: Notes in Scarlet. There are some parts of it that I like, while other parts not so much. But honestly, it was the beginning of a journey of constantly learning to improve myself which would have never happened if I didn't write it. So as much as I dislike some of the parts, I wouldn't want to change anything about it.

7- What are your favorite Choices books to write about?

Open Heart. And honestly, that's all I have written about since the beginning 😆

8- What is your specialty as a fanfic writer?

If I have to answer, I will go for fluff. Not speciality really, but I feel that my angst is never really angsty and fluff has become a bit of a strong point for me. So, yeah.

9- If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Fluff, because a) My heart cannot take too much pain and b) Fluff is the only thing that I feel I can write well

10- Do you ever recognise yourself in what you write?

Yeah. I tend to put pieces of myself, my culture, my likes and dislikes, both in my MC and in my stories. And it brightens my day when people like my inclusion of those.

11- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Writing itself. And also the self-deprecation that comes when you are writing something, always feeling that no one will ever like what you write, or that there are numerous writers better than you, and your stories will never be as good as theirs.

12- Is there any neglected work of yours you wished you would finish?

It's my series, In sunshine & In shadow. I began it as an ambitious project last year, only to give up after the 1st chapter. I have it outlines, and I definitely wish to get back to it someday.

13- If someone you know in real life who isn’t involved in fandoms asked to read your work, would you let them?

If yes, what would you recommend they read first? I might, it depends on who asks. I would ask them to read my fic, Eumoiriety first, because it is one of my favorite things that I have ever written.

14- Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

I have always looked up to authors like Agatha Christie when it comes to crafting mysteries, or to authors like Ruskin Bond when I want to take a lesson of how to make a fic simple yet significant. And talking about fanfic writers, there have been many who have influenced me in some way or the other. But I would like to mention about those whose works inspired me to write for the first time: @bbrandy2002, @drethanramslay and @jamespotterthefirst (Thank you, you guys❤)

15- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

Detectives by chance! Mostly because it's a mystery and I would love to see the drama unravel on the silver screen.

16- Do you write original stories?

I haven't...yet. I just might do it someday, who knows? 

Thanks for reading! Reblog to share your appreciation for  @monsoonblooms12​

[choicesaprilchallenge2021]

Choices April Challenge 2021🌟

Hiya to everyone💙 How are you doing?

This is Manamee, @monsoonblooms12 and I am super duper excited to announce that I am going to host the April Challenge 2021🎉! April is a month that I hold close to my heart, because not only is it my birthday month🌸, it is one of the most light-hearted months for me in the year💫. I would also like to thank the amazing @lovealexhunt for letting me take the responsibility and for all the help💛

I am really thrilllled to look at all the beautiful creations you make this month🌟, and I hope you have as much fun making them as much as I have looking at them💙. Lots of love and let's get going💙!

🌸𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼:

Every form of work, be it 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔, 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝑺𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔, 𝑫𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 and more are heartily welcome!

Every and Every Book, New or Old, from Choices and entire Pixelberry Universe are welcome💛

You are not bound to participate daily! You can take part for selected days, for a week or even one day!

Don't forget to list the Day and Prompt for which you are submitting your entry

If your work is NS*W, please label it as such and use appropriate warnings. It would also be appreciated, if the adult content was hidden under the page break.

You can get creative with the prompts! It can be a variation of the word and/or concept. It doesn’t have to be exact or literal. If the word inspires a train of thought that led you to something different, put that in the notes and send it in! Have fun with it! Make them work for you💫!

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓪𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰💫

If you want to participate in a day that has already passed, that is absolutely fine, just note that in your post and I will still reblog it and then edit the masterlist for that day to include our post!

Please tag your works with #choicesaprilchallenge2021 and #cac2021, and don't forget to mention @choicesaprilchallenge2021💛!

Feel free to tag me @monsoonblooms12 in your works💙 (Also, Tumblr tags can get wacky at times so don't hesitate to DM your work to me💫)

🌸𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼:

Day 1: Pranks and Jokes

Day 2: Carpe Diem

Day 3: Teal

Day 4: Egg Hunt

Day 5: Caramel

Day 6: Sonder

Day 7: Beer

Day 8: Diamond

Day 9: The Smell of Rain

Day 10: Horizon

Day 11: Cherry Blossom/Sakura

Day 12: Gifts/Balloons

Day 13: Polaroid

Day 14: Now or Never

Day 15: Solitude

Day 16: Glitter

Day 17: Marine

Day 18: Soft

Day 19: The Game is On!

Day 20: Dimples

Day 21: Library

Day 22: Mother Earth

Day 23: Classic/Classical

Day 24: Frenemies

Day 25: Bliss

Day 26: Spring

Day 27: Mountains

Day 28: Bollywood

Day 29: Sunkissed

Day 30: Bracelets

Once more, really glad to have got this chance and super-duper excited for April🤩

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮,

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚎 @monsoonblooms12 💛

[mvalentine]

Mal, I am sooo excited for all the WIPs jsjsihs🤩 Can you pretty please share a snippet of the proposal and you are my sun, my moon & all my stars? Love you❤

manamee hello!!! i missed seeing you around and im so sorry for being so inactive 😔💘

okay so!!

the proposal:

okay so unfortunately the proposal is just a bunch of bullet points, i kinda just wanted to write a follow up to forever but don’t have a lot of content so far :( all i have is:

• ethan proposes to lana in donahue’s after every one leaves and reggie allows them to stay after hours as he always does

• i imagine ethan wanted to propose here because well it’s the first time they had a proper conversation & also i imagine alot of the deep conversations they had took place at none other than donahue’s

• it just makes sense <3

• all i know is that it will include lana asking ethan the recipe of his secret drink which he showed us in chapter 1 (???) for the upteempth time and him still not telling her and him saying he’ll take the secret to his grave and her saying it should be anyday now cause are you really dating a man 10 years older than you if you don’t mock his age every single chance you get?

• there are tears, lots of tears, and no one is surprised <3

you are my sun, my moon & all my stars (nate x alex) : in which alex conveys her love to nate through a love letter!

a juxtaposition of tawn and gold, of sunlight, one i would like to spindle, nurture, unfurl. lines upon lines i would like to journ, uncover, unveil, tear (no but tear is too harsh of a word, at diabolical odds with the tender love that seeps like molten sunlight through my nerves for you, jaan); i would like to pick you apart piece by piece, feel the roar of the pulse close to my ear, chest pressed up against one another, heartbeats in sync for as long as you’ll allow it (and i do, with all that i am, hope that it is a long, long, time).

i could spend days discovering you, lithe fingers pouring over bronze, in much the same way you do your sacreligious books, with tender touches, with a care that would make the devil itself repent in its inherent cruelty.

[griffin-wood]

2,5,10&13 (physical affection prompts) for Nate & Liliana 💕

the fairytales of life

pairing: nate sewell x detective liliana 'lili' brooks (twc)

prompt: #13 : forehead kisses (I picked this one since it gave me quite the idea, but thank you sm for sending in!) // (physical affectionate prompts)

a/n: hii manamee! I'm so sorry it taken me so long to write this - but, here it is, I hope you like it! 💖

Their typical ending of the day was in their room – together tucked in bed, with a book in hand. Sometimes, there are times they would bring a story to life by their minds, either from the bells of Lili’s childhood or the stories from the long list of history by Nate himself. It both would end with a happy ending – an unexpected path that they gained, an unexpected turned of events as the happily ever after that they have been looking for so long has been in front of their eyes all along.

His gaze fell onto Lili who was too engrossed in her book – a hint of a smile appears on his face. The dimmed light of the room painted the perfect atmosphere for them, a sense of calm away from the chaos of reality.

Lili found herself looking up, meeting his eyes – a smile on her face as she closes the book in her hand.

“Yes?”

He didn’t say a word, as he leans forward and places a kiss on her forehead. A simple gesture with the hint of protection and care that felt unreal to him – yet, there it's his reality after all. After hundreds of years, he found a new life that he was excited for. A life with her, as she rests her head on his shoulder, her eyes fallen into the pages of his book – a line in particular.

The hint of smile made an appearance on his face, as he reads it aloud.

‘I love her and that is the beginning of everything.’ – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Greats Gatsby.

Her smile appears, before pulling him into a kiss. It was their beautiful beginning and they wouldn't have it any other way.

“I love you too.”

THE END.

tags: @fhauvilles , @homeformyheart , @kelseaaa , @wayhavenots , @winterkeys , @fantasyoverreality98 , @lalizah and @nathanielhsewell

I'm tagging @honourlight as well, maybe you'll like this <3

[the-prophecy]

✨ Get to know your mutuals!! When you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people if you want to get to know them better!! 🌼💕

Tysm for the ask manamee <33

Ok so five things

1. I can play piano but I need notes

2. I planned to become a doctor at first but changed it at the end time bc of research

3. I love monsoons a LOTTT but it's not raining much here ://

4. I want a pet but..... Parents

5. Tomorrow is ___cets results and I'm in full on panic mode

[stygianflood]

6 from Pre-Relationship, 4&8 from general, 2&11 from love and 2&7 from domestic life for Ethan and Aparna, please❤

Thank you for the ask, Manamee 😍 

Ship Questions

Pre-relationship

6. If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Might have a ficlet on this soon ❤️

General

4. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Answered here.

8. Who gets jealous easier?

Answered here.

Love

2. What are their primary love languages?

Answered here.

11. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Post Miami- Bird on the Wire by Leonard Cohen

During Amazon- For Emily by Simon and Garfunkel

Book 2 Chapter 1- Diamonds and Rust by Joan Baez

Book 2 Chapter 11- Shrike by Hozier

Book 2 Chapter 12- Work Song by Hozier

Book 2 Chapter 14- Bridge over Troubled Water by Simon and Garfunkel

Whole of Book 3- God is Dead? by Black Sabbath 😐

Domestic Life

2. What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

Ah. Can I get back with a separate HC? Fair warning, it might not be what you expect 😅😶

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

Answered here.

[maurine07]

MANAMEE!! THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!! If happiness was a fic, it would this one. I seriously couldn’t stop smiling throughout reading the entire thing.

First of all, again happy (late) birthday to Pooja. I am super happy you created her. She’s an incredible woman and I admire and love her lots and lots and this fandom wouldn’t be the same without her💕

Second, I'm a sucker for time hop ficd and I loved seeing how Pooja spent her birthday every year. How she felt every year, her relationship with Ethan, her thoughts and feelings and you portrayed everything perfectly, as you always do. Also, that moodboard is gorgeous! How are so talented in everything?? Teach me your ways

I know I always say this so I'm very sorry about always repeating myself but I will never ever get how fucking beautiful and elegant your writing is. The story is already so amazing but how you write and describe everything just enhances the reading experience even more. I'm always so in awe of and in love with your writing. I could read anything you write all day everyday.

For Alekhya, the circumstances became vice-versa.

And this was the beauty of their bond.

Strong, Pure and Selfless.

I love the bond between Pooja and Alekhya and just her siblings in general. It truly warms my heart.

Pooja's thoughts and fears from the attack broke me. I really loved that you actually acknowledge the attack unlike PB and it still has its effects on her and I loved reading about that even if it hurt.

The new day hasn't even started for him, yet he remembers that it has, for her.

Their talks are interspersed with comfortable silence. For them, just the knowledge that the person on the other side is still there with them is enough.

I love them so much. I love how deep their relationship is that they just need to be in each other's presence to feel comfortable and safe and happy.

Crystal Clear but still seeming unreal.

Happy birthday, Pooja

Her thanks are intermixed with a light giggle, unable to hold back the pleasure that erupts within her, along with the flutter called butterflies in her stomach.

The way I smiled at this part. I totally understand what Pooja was feeling in this situation. Expecting someone to say Happy birthday can feel silly but I don't really think it is but I can't imagine how happy she felt when Ethan said it. Seeing her happy makes me feel happy. She deserves the world. And also, if he didn't remember, I would've punched him in the face lol

His hand wraps around her waist like a reflex deeply etched in his encephalon. For the first time in forever, their kisses are not chaste. Or momentary.

When he whispers a happy birthday wish against her forehead, that's what she would call intimacy.

This is so sweet and tender and I feel like crying right now. I LOVE THEM!!!!

Her legs carry her to the Diagnostics office.

Her Office.

I feel so proud of her. My baby finally did it!! She deserves all her success!

It hangs in the air like a diamond necklace around a maiden's neck. Like a tiny pendant that shines brighter than all elaborate jewels, all lengthy anecdotes.

Okay but I love this so much! You're so brilliant, Manamee.

Happy Birthday, Love.

Yeah, I'm fine, so fine. I just feel like I'm gonna die from how cute this is, that's all. PLS, this makes me so soft!!

They are puzzle pieces of the saga of her life, the absence of friends from early years, the gap, the void now filled.

And after years of searching, she thinks she has finally found it. Hidden in the normality, the simplicity, the mundanity of life.

Happiness.

I love how all the fic just comes together with this ending. It's so beautiful and I just love how at the end of every year, she was like “Maybe there is hope after all” and now she's just so utterly happy. God, my cheeks hurts so much from smiling right now. I love Pooja and P&E with my entire heart.

Manamee, you brilliant, brilliant human being, I love you. This was absolutely amazing and incredible. I love everything you write so very much and this was no different. Thank you for always providing us with such magnificent content, you beautiful soul, we don't deserve you❤❤❤

Eumoiriety (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Four Years of Pooja Sharma's Birthday, from her first year as an Intern to her first year as an Attending.

Eumoiriety: Happiness due to state of innocence and purity💕

A/N: It's my baby's birthday and I went overboard. This is purely self indulgent and since I have zero to negative self control, this turned out way longer than I expected it to. Anyway, I hope you still like it💙

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 3.7K (I am sorry!)

Rating: General

Category: A bit angst, A bit fluff

Warnings: None that I saw.

Prompts: @choicesaugustchallenge Day 29 - Birthday

READ ON AO3

Intern Year:

She walks barefoot on the green floor as the dews clinging to grass tips, soothe her like the cold breeze on a summer day.

A few golden rays filter through the canopy that acts as a barrier to the shining sun overhead. When they fall on the grass, the view looks like gold intermixed with emerald.

She wears a white gown, which flutters behind her, as her heart dances with the bees going flower to flower to get their prize of nectar in return for their favour of pollinating them.

There is a calm spreading through her soul, an ease, a slow infusion of tranquillity with her heart beats.

A swish makes her turn. Her eyes capture a silhouette, drifting farther and farther, as if taking her calm along with it.

It's replaced by restlessness.

There is a cajole, a whispered cajole, that urges her feet to run, her mind to think, her heart to wonder.

She follows. One step, and another.

The scene changes.

There are no more trees, no more green with the sun's shine.

At a distance, the waves crash on the sandy shore, their meet with their shore echoing in the silent surroundings.

She looks around and sees it.

The silhouette, now apparent that it was a man, standing with his back to her. He looks unbothered. As if he stole her peace and gave her his unrest in return.

She tries to walk slowly towards, footsteps imprinting on the sand, but the distance never seems to lessen or end.

She tries running, but to no avail.

The waves continue crashing, the footprints continue to get imprinted and the man continues to remain still and silent.

The only change has been in the sky, which is now leaden, dark with humongous clouds.

The thunder begins to cackle.

Once, Twice, Thrice.

She closes her ears with her hands, eyes shut to reduce the impact of the thunderous noise reverberating through every single one of her bones. But the roar keeps getting louder and louder until...

Her eyes snap open, but the echo from her sweven doesn't leave her. She turns around to find her phone ringing, straining her eyes with incredulous bright light (that she forgot to dim). The caller ID is barely registered, but the voice gives away the identity.

It's her sister.

With a flash, all the haze from the peculiar dream gets lost and bubbly happiness takes up the emptied space.

It's their birthday.

The first one since she came here. She had been so busy unknotting the twisted knots of circumstances in which she found herself tangled, that she had forgotten about the once unforgettable occasion of her life.

Maybe she has really lost that childhood she held on so tightly to, she thinks.

But not without a hope. Of a chance to get it back.

Maybe differently.

But the want to relive those carefree days, where the colour of pens you get as gifts, and the decision of who gets the piece of cake with the chocolate masterpiece on it were the only things that held importance. All other worldly, societal woes were secondary, trivial, uncared for.

She wishes her sister and she wishes her back.

3..2..1.. Happy Birthday! To Us!

They scream-whisper together, carrying on the years' long tradition.

The only thing different? They were on their cellulars, ecospheres apart, instead of snuggling and shouting together, and annoying their brother for an entire day.

Subconsciously, a tee-hee escapes her. Thinking about her brother, she takes a look at the clock. Correct 12:03 am on 12th August. If she knows him, he is probably counting the seconds.

At 12:05 am to the dot, another shrill echoes through the silent apartment. Her guess is correct.

On the other side of the screen, sits Idhayan arranging the cake so that Pooja can see the eloquent buttercream designs he has hand made on it.

In the background, there is a blurry motion. It turns out to be Alekhya.

She jumps onto the couch beside their brother, putting an end to his steady concentration.

He makes an irritated face, while she laughs.

And Pooja just watches, giggling alone.

The pang in her chest reminds her, once & once more, about just how much she misses them.

How empty, monochromatic her life is, with all these miles between them.

For the past year, every time any event took a turn for the worse, broke her, or hurt her, she wanted to go back to her safe haven.

The place where the chronicles of her life begun.

Many times, she had found herself convinced (by others as well as her self doubting mind) that she didn't belong here. That she didn't have the calibre, the skills to strive in this fight of dogs, in this race of horses where she felt like a donkey.

Or maybe a snail.

She dreamed of sleeping in her mother's lap when she first found herself in the crossroads of feelings and reason. Making her muddled head clear with words that never crossed the barrier between dream and reality.

When Mrs Martinez died, she imagined herself sitting on the swing, her brother's comfort brownies reduced to messy crumbs, as she let the mountain winds take away the burden of dread that pressed upon her heart.

And the day when Landry's backstab became eminent? She visualized her sister ripping him down, shredding him with knives of words because that's what he deserved.

She knew her father would have made them both coffee like he always did when he came home during breaks from piloting. He would have said a mere few words, which would have been enough for her to see the path ahead.

The mini virtual celebration ends, and the silence settles again. Tendrils of sleep come and go, but never stay.

She is left alone with her thoughts and worries, and a fear of the unknown which is hidden by the curtains of the future.

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The day passes like a swift blowing wind in a desert.

It's quiet, too quiet.

And probably for the first time in her life, she adores it. To be away from the hustle of a celebration, which would have been a noise in the cacophony, given the situation.

To get a period of silence for her thoughts to drift away, to think about the unknown, to predict a make or break.

The pages are turned swiftly by her fingers, one of which is clad with a minimal gold ring, another old ritual of hers.

The library harbours the overworked interns, who are now pushing the boundaries of time to find a way to help their friend out.

Their tired eyes pain with the lack of sleep, coffee fuelling through their veins, and mind engrossed in picking up any clue, any line, any tip that could be supportive for them.

Hours pass, no-one utters a word. Pens run on empty notebooks, hands managing to create only messy scribbles. Black and Blue fill the white as if it never existed.

The clock strikes the end hour.

They all get up.

They go home together, for discussions and relaxation.

At the doorstep, everyone enters before her, while she stands still, too engulfed in worries to notice the happenings.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Confetti pops, her reverie is broken.

The smile shines like a jewel in a priceless necklace.

The arrangements are minimal, just champagne, cake and friends, but that's more than enough for her. To make her forget the dark fog of pessimism.

Maybe there is hope left.

-------

Second Year:

12th August.

The day that is drifting closer by the minute.

It has always been Alekhya's birthday for her.

On her phone, In her diary, In her mind.

People might regard it as a beautiful flaw of her nature, the flaw of always placing others before herself.

But to her, the instinct seemed natural, obvious. She had never delved into the whys, and she doesn't want to begin now.

For Alekhya, the circumstances became vice-versa.

And this was the beauty of their bond.

Strong, Pure and Selfless.

They never seem to realize that, though.

They hold onto the strings of simplicity, of sweet uncomplexity. And that is what helps them to bridge the gap between siblings and best friends.

After the tumultuous year, that very much resembled the completion of a voyage through the rough Indian Ocean, where storms ravage through days and endless nights, thunders crack, and waves that scale the heights between the ocean and sky to become mountains of water, crash on the feeble pieces of wood barely held together in the form of a boat, coming back to her origin, her hometown is a necessity.

Especially for her to find that normalcy again.

She survived.

Even though she fell, almost drowned, gasped for a breath more times she could count and nearly accepted her fate.

Until that is, the pale faces of the ones she holds close, the endless stream of tears that scale their cheeks, their breaking hearts, came to haunt her in her reverie and prevented her from closing her eyes & from letting that almost undetectable beat of heart stop.

The wishes from last year come back to her. This time, it wasn't virtual anymore. This time, it wasn't just painted in pixels, but written in buttercream letters, one which she could taste.

This time, the hugs weren't just virtual. They were very real, and very needed.

As she sits amidst the bushes of phenomenal florals, she lets her mind project in vivid colours, the extremities of the last year.

Her heart, breaking into tiny glass pieces, not perceived by the eye but sharp enough to draw blood.

The fear of losing and letting so many others lose along.

The coming close and going away, almost kisses and slide of unassuming hands, those which could easily be perceived as a mistake, but were anything but.

Competing in a nameless competition and almost dying in the process.

Getting the lost love back. Slowly, Gradually. (even if it felt too early to call it that)

And then... Her mind stops as the playful tunes start emanating out along with florescent light from the cellular, and the face of the one who has been a regular image of the thoughts that lull her to sleep.

On the other side, his voice is soft.

She can visualize him in the Diagnostics Office, leaning back on his chair.

Most probably on a break.

The new day hasn't even started for him, yet he remembers that it has, for her.

Their talks are interspersed with comfortable silence. For them, just the knowledge that the person on the other side is still there with them is enough.

All through the conversation, she waits.

In a hope that the irrelevant and unimportant date is written in faded letters somewhere in that brilliant mind of his.

As the line approaches its end, talks slowly halt, she feels a faint pang of sadness.

Maybe he doesn't remember it after all.

She bids her farewell, and as his finger hovers close to the end call button, she hears it.

Crystal Clear but still seeming unreal.

Happy Birthday, Pooja.

Her thanks are intermixed with a light giggle, unable to hold back the pleasure that erupts within her, along with the flutter called butterflies in her stomach.

Maybe there is always hope left, after all.

-------

Last year of Residence:

There have been countless moments when she has asked the time to wait, to slow its rushing footsteps that leave no mark behind.

Sometimes it's a beg, while in other vespertine hours, it's a mindless murmur.

This moment is one of them.

When a handful of sand is slowly released on a windy day, the swooshes and swishes carry them away, farther and farther, leave them with no choice but to fly along.

The minutes were being carried away by the same current, where they had no choice but to pass.

No one had the power to hold it, not even the mighties, the richest, the most supreme.

The conditions now extensively mimic the conditions during her first year.

Just this time, it was textbooks on internal medicine and medical procedure instead of ethics.

The wishes that day are hushed, the minimal party comprising of cupcakes and mug cakes and the gang, christened "The Invincibles" after they successfully tackle one hurdle and another but remain strong and together, in their PJs.

It must be one of the first nights since who knows how long when they spent their time doing an activity that doesn't involve colour coded tabs and complicated biological drawings.

And even though some of them make faux complaints about the wasted time, they all needed this break more than they could express.

The morning sun rays filter through the white curtains guarding the windows way too fast, making them unable to pinpoint the exact moment when the black of the night ceased to exist, when the sky became melanocrysus and when the golden took over the entire stretch.

A single text message pushes her to drop the blanket of laziness, the cocoon she inhabited. Getting up and placing a smile has never been as easy as it was now.

Come Over

------

The condo is inhabited by a stark silence when she reaches there.

She knocks. The click of the doorknob on the other side is almost instantaneous.

His hand wraps around her waist like a reflex deeply etched in his encephalon. For the first time in forever, their kisses are not chaste. Or momentary.

When he whispers a happy birthday wish against her forehead, that's what she would call intimacy.

The purity of the action touches her heart and makes it swell, with an emotion that she predicts will not remain unnamed any longer.

-------

First-year as an attending:

The celebratory vibes are in the air today.

Her stride is confident, heels playing a mellow harmony on the shining floors.

No one doesn't recognize her.

The intern who nearly lost her license to the Head of Diagnostics team, it was a journey that had thrown her off-road a million times.

Sometimes the barriers were pinpricks leaving no marks, and sometimes they were boulders crushing her.

And sometimes, one of these on-lookers would tear down her faith by stabbing her from the back, the cowardice of their soul, being mirrored in the blades of those knives of betrayal.

And yet she stands strong, her resolve unperturbed, as she faces the demons, those of others and those of her own.

It's a fight she has been learning to fight since she was eleven.

To curtain her tears with a glow in eyes, to hide the broken heart behind pretty lies. And just like practice makes one perfect, she has almost perfected the art of having to hide the real her inside.

As she passes the numerous congregations, amalgamations of patients and staff, she is greeted by wishes from old acquaintances whose kindness is apparent in their smile and by wishes of employed enemies, whose disinterest or sometimes blatant hate is too, completely apparent in their voice.

But they are not the ones she is worried about.

Interspersed between these two extremities are people who speak kind and in flattery lines with a sword behind their back.

Those who know how to hide their true intentions in the modulations of voice.

Every time she hears a wish where nothing is apparent, her heart stops for a while.

Strings of thought muddle her head and she tries to figure out the reality behind their words.

Sometimes she succeeds, sometimes she fails.

And sometimes she faces vehement opposition of her tired nerves who ask her to stop caring about those who are passing by.

But she never stops.

Her legs carry her to the Diagnostics office.

Her Office.

The swell of pride, of a fulfilment she last felt when she got into Edenbrook, make her head light.

She tries to stop but gives up the efforts soon.

If she has realized something through the twists of lawsuits and turns of almost dying, it is that if you keep waiting for the turns of the clock to approach a "right moment" for a chance to celebrate, you will probably keep waiting your entire life until your breath is being taken away and all that is left are regrets and missed opportunities of happiness.

So she twirls like a princess in her imaginary ball gown, beaming with satisfaction, and taking pride in giving herself the give of success.

Of making her loved ones and herself proud.

She gets so carried away in the train of thoughts, in which one bougie is connected by another, and one more, that she doesn't notice the person who preoccupies the room.

The halt is so sudden, that she almost tumbles upon the man. Almost.

She manages to get hold of herself, her hand on his back.

He turns, eyes meet.

If someone would have asked her what is cosmic, she would have said "The melt of glowing ambers into ice blue." Sure, she has looked into them more times than she can count or recollect. But every time their orbs meet, the reactions the action produces, she can only give the word seraphic to it.

When Ethan left for Amazon, she would often wonder why is she still keeping the lamp of hope alive. His absquatulation broke her, acted like a spark to her over-thinking mind. She would lie on her bed, eyes tracing the same lines on the ceiling above her over and over again, thinking just what she did wrong. She never reached the end of the path though, never really achieved the answer, even after meandering through a hundred courses of thoughts.

But now, she thanks her old self for living through it all. For not letting that lamp extinguish. For keeping it safe in a little corner of the labyrinths of her heart. Wordlessly, she hugs him, the plethora of emotions becoming quite too much to be expressed in minute syllables.

His whisper next to her ears, the innocently simplistic words induce a shiver in her spine.

But the last word.

4 letters, 1 word.

It hangs in the air like a diamond necklace around a maiden's neck. Like a tiny pendant that shines brighter than all elaborate jewels, all lengthy anecdotes.

It's enough, more than enough for her.

And as their smiles slowly spread like the slow rise of the golden sun, gently letting the rays spread through the humble earth. And those smiles, they shine together, brighter than the Sirius.

Happy Birthday, Love.

-------

Her casual gown, bearing floral patterns, flutters along with the soft grass, she feels a sense of wonder. Whether at the shimmering moon, the stardust spread through the stretch in the woods, or at the simplicity of her surroundings, she does not know.

Her unassuming footsteps walk slow, observant of her surroundings. After walking down the trail, she stops at the clearance.

At a distance, something shines under the silver moonbeams. Her mind beckons her to return back, but her intuition asks her to move on. She listens to the latter's plea.

A small cuboidal box and a bunch of white tulips lay peacefully out of place. She usually would have left it, just in case it was a trap.

But this time curiosity overtook reason and she picks the bouquet up. A small note amidst her favourite flowers.

I love you

No name. No initials. But she knew exactly who had written it. Not because he was the one who asked her to come here, in the heaven hidden amidst the chaos, but because those flourishes of his fanciful lettering would never escape her notice. Even if the only source of luminance was distant fairy lights on trees and the faint moonbeams.

Her eyes travel away from the articles. At a distance, the silhouette stands. The same silhouette from her sweven. But this time, there is no restlessness, no rush, no tension in the air. No thunder cackles and no waves crash. This time the silhouette waits for her, unlike the last time when it was her waiting for him.

He turns, only the shine of his orbs visible. And the shadow of the gorgeous smile that dances on his lips. The last time, his stone mask was too heavy, too powerful for any of them to break or move.

But this time? This time, the mask has fallen off, it has met the end of its existence.

He comes closer, the shadow now a clear image. He goes and picks up the cuboid and hands it to her.

"Open it" He whispers in a soft voice, that disappears as soon as it appears.

She takes it and opens it, as per his words. Everything is perfect and normal.

Except for the space in the middle.

Something sparkles, in silver lustre. Her first instinct is, Diamond? She decided to pick it up

It's a key.

She looks up to him, bewildered. Is it what she thinks it is?

Move-in with me?

She places the box of chocolates down, the key held tight in her fist.

And then she kisses him.

She doesn't have to speak a word, but he understands. After all, why would two intertwined hearts need verbal responses to know what the other one feels?

Only his home, can fill the brick walls of his house with love, and make it a home.

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They both lay side by side on the lush grass, hands intertwined, hearts beating in unison, silence filling their souls like air fills their lungs.

They look at the stars and the moon. Or more appropriately, the gaze at the starry screen, but the mind plays significant moments from their time together.

Pooja's mind however thinks about the four of her birthdays since she set foot in Boston. The mundane softness of them, contrasting all the birthdays she has had in the rest of her years.

The photo frame of the interns from the first year. The group video call, her life from the second year. The PJ party from the third year. And the key from the fourth.

They are puzzle pieces of the saga of her life, the absence of friends from early years, the gap, the void now filled.

And after years of searching, she thinks she has finally found it. Hidden in the normality, the simplicity, the mundanity of life.

Happiness.

PS: If you are reading this, I am very grateful for you. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day🤎

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[meestudies]

13.11.2021 || 4/100 days of productivity

My morning was quite slow today, slight cold that I caught during the season change doing it's bit, I guess. I still managed to study a bit for a practice test I had in the evening.

Today my goals were:

Study for my test

Solve a few sample question papers

Take some time to plan my preparation for the upcoming exams

The drill of listening to Red TV goes on, and it seems I can't stop hurting myself😅 Atleast the skies looked pretty today, and I couldn't resist putting a picture of the evening skies❤

Also, beginning with @tranquilstudy's Winter Studying Challenge from today, I am very excited!

Day One: The beginning of the challenge, woohoo you did it! A lot of the time starting is the hardest part. So, tell us a little bit about yourself! What are you studying currently, what where are you in your life right now? Are you happy with where you are right now? What are your goals in doing this challenge?

Hey, This is Manamee. I am currently studying in 12th grade in India, and I'm going to appear for my medical entrance exams next year. Even though there's still a long way to go, I am kinda happy with where I am right now, and all the efforts I put to reach here. My goals to do this challenge are to work towards improving myself, to be mindful of the things I do and meet some new people as I am quite new in this space <3

Music🎶- Ronan (Taylor's Version) : Taylor Swift

Resources: x

[estellaelysian]

Hello Sakshi💕! How are you doing? Just dropping by with some questions for Alishka based on unique words that I find really beautiful. I hope it's okay!

1. Tsuyu: Does Alishka like rains? If yes, then what is the best thing about them according to her?

2. Imbroglio: Has Alishka ever found herself in a confusing situation? How did she come out of it?

3. Sulit: According to her, was loving Ethan worth the pain it cost? Why or why not?

4. Inaayat: What would Alishka regard as the biggest blessing she has received? What about blessing in disguise?

5. Ichi-go, Ichi-e: What if Alishka and Ethan's meeting was destined to be once in a lifetime? Would they break the barriers of fate and meet again, or would they accept destiny and treasure every moment they spent together?

And here are some questions for you🤎

1. What is a word that always pulls at your heartstrings, and makes you stop and think?

2. Are you a sweet tooth? Name any five of your favorite foods.

3. Select the songs that define your present life.

4. Is there a holiday that you hold really close to your heart?

5. What colour reflects your personality the best and why?

Lovely Manamee, thank u so much for sending these, I loved answering them and sorry I took so long.

And it's always okay ❤️

Tsuyu: Does Alishka like rains? If yes, what is the best thing about them according to her?

Alishka loves rains. She thinks it is replenishing and refreshing, and she will always look forward to rains after long summer months. She will never able to associate words like gloomy or dreary with a rainy day. The best thing about them is probably the solitude they seem to provoke.

Imbroglio: Has Alishka ever found herself in a confusing situation? How did she come out of it?

Usually, she has the tendency to keep her head straight in confusing situations, but what she doesn’t have is the habit of being organized. So usually, it’s the simple, silly things that might confuse her. She always comes out of it by taking a breather, staying calm and thinking properly.

Sulit: According to her, was loving Ethan worth the pain? Why or why not?

According to her, loving Ethan will always be worth the pain. Yes, there was a lot of it, but the beautiful bond that developed between them will always be worth any pain she (and he) had to endure.

Inaayat: What would Alishka regard as the biggest blessing she has received? What about blessing in disguise?

She would possibly regard being able to live a happy and doing-what-she-always-wanted-to-do-kind-of-life as her biggest blessing, because she has witnessed what happens otherwise. She does believe in blessings in disguise and thinks she has received plenty in the form of advices given to her.

Ichi-go, Ichi-e: What if Alishka and Ethan’s meeting was destined to be once in a lifetime? Would they break the barriers of fate and meet again, or would they accept destiny and treasure every moment they spent together?

I think they would break the barriers of fate, because that is the beauty of their love. Nothing could ever stop them from being together.

Personal questions

What is a word that always pulls your heartstrings, and makes you stop and think?

‘Seek’ is that word for me, because we seek so many different things – god, trust, love – almost everything.

Are you a sweet tooth? Name any five of your favorite foods.

I am not a sweet tooth, I love to eat spicy way more 😂 My five favorite foods would probably vary from moment to moment, but all I can say is they are all within the spicy Indian cuisine.

Select the songs that define your present life.

OMG, I can’t choose. I’ll tell my current favorites instead 🥰

Successful, Imagine, Everytime by Ariana and Imprint and Scripted by Zayn (there are very few songs I listen to, usually on repeat)

Is there a holiday you hold really close to your heart?

I guess that’ll probably be the time when we went to Konkan coast two years ago. Life was simpler and I made a lot of memories

What color reflects your personality the best and why?

I’d say sky blue? For innovation and creativity. But I am not sure

**

Thank u again, you are really kind. Love you

[gryffindordaughterofathena]

📸 if you're still doing them <3 (this is manamee btw! I am only on my studyblr rn hence the acc)

Hi Manamee! How is your exam prep going?

Best of Luck for Boards term 1🧡

Send me a 📷 and I'll make you a picrew of what I think you look like

[anotherbeingsworld]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog!

Hi Manamee! 3 random facts, here ya go :)))

I am a definite foodie

I love to collect notebooks and stationery of all sorts

I am watching grey’s anatomy to fill my holidays jsksks :”) 

Thank you for sending in! :)) 

[mvalentine]

Hey!❤

hiiii manamee! ❤️

1. First impression: its kinda fuzzy but i remember you interacting with one of my mutuals on here and idk you just seemed so kind and genuine so when you followed me i just had to follow back haha 

2. Truth is: i am OBSESSED with your detective by chance series because i adore the mystery genre and i seriously cant wait to catch up with it!

3. How old do you look: i know you’re 16 but if i didn’t i would have probably guessed 17ish?!

4. Have you ever made me laugh: ahhh tbh we haven’t talked that much so i dont think so?! but you’ve definitely made me smile like the biggest idiot with your kind reblogs & ahhh i loved our convo on crime podcasts on spotify lol

5. Have you ever made me mad: definitely not!

6. Best feature: you have such a cute smile omgg and when you wear eyeliner on your eyes they just POP and look gorgeous!!

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: nooo?

8. You’re my: i dont know you kind of remind like a sort of younger sister so im gonna go with that?? 

from this ask! 

[griffin-wood]

4 from Pre-relationship, 8 from General, 11 & 12 from Love and 9 from Domestic life for adam & lya and nate & liliana, please❤

Thank you Manamee for the ask! 💖

(From ship questions!)

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

Adam/Lya: Definitely Lya - I think she felt the sparks somewhat earlier than Adam. 

Nate/Liliana: hmmm, I think both? However, Liliana somehow falls for him as a part of how she sees from fairytales. The love at first sight thing, and how charming Nate has lured her into her feelings! 

8. Who gets jealous easier?

Adam/Lya: I def think Adam would get jealous easier, but honestly - in a deep relationship, it doesn’t matter because they finally got no reason to be jealous! 

Nate/Liliana: Honestly, neither? I think Liliana can get a bit jealous over the people gawking at Nate - admiring him, because who won’t? But, deep relationship - they can work it like adults. (But, they can def get jealous too over the course of their relationship!) 

11. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Adam/Lya: I, unfortunately, haven’t found the song yet!

Nate/Liliana: definitely Enchanted by Taylor Swift! It's such a fairy tale vibe, and that’s how they see their relationship is. 

12. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Adam/Lya: honestly none! but, Lya would call him with A, just to shorten it up - but they don’t do nicknames. Maybe in private which I’m tryna to brainstorm a bit hehe.

Nate/Liliana: definitely the old-fashioned type of couple! Dear/darling will be theirs <3 

9. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Adam/Lya: Lya maaaaaaaybeee can? But, Adam can definitely convince Lya to stay in for a few moments.

Nate/Liliana: I believe both of them can! 🥺💖