LAST PAGE OF THE NOTEBOOK A place, where artistry has a new definition. To portray the creativities, Drew most of the attention. No emoji, no stickers, Yet talking over small texts had its own craze. Amidst a boring lecture. Those number of failed attempts, In finalising the signature, Coincidentally, Is still in progress and Still in quest of its worth. To sneak out the monotony, Tic-tac-toe, at times, was a saviour. F.L.A.M.E.S too, did cover a little portion, With a pinch of bliss and little more fun. With days passing by, That place seems to fade away. The last page of notebook, Was an abundance of happiness, in a way. The last page of the notebook was a hub of creativity. Isn't it? #yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary

The last page of the notebook was a hub of creativity. Isn't it? #yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary

LAST PAGE OF THE NOTEBOOK

A place, where artistry
has a new definition.
To portray the creativities,
Drew most of the attention.
No emoji, no stickers,
Yet talking over small texts had its own craze.
Amidst a boring lecture.
Those number of failed attempts,
In finalising the signature,
Coincidentally,
Is still in progress and
Still in quest of its worth.
To sneak out the monotony,
Tic-tac-toe, at times, was a saviour.
F.L.A.M.E.S too, did cover a little portion,
With a pinch of bliss and little more fun.
With days passing by,
That place seems to fade away.
The last page of notebook,
Was an abundance of happiness, in a way. The last page of the notebook was a hub of creativity.
Isn't it?

#yqbaba
#yqdada
#yqdiary

Kajori Parial

The notebooks I retrieved after years, Some pages dog-eared, Reminds me of the search. The search of species to preserve, In between pages, Technically a botanist would say - "Herbarium". - Rest in caption 364/366 The notebooks I retrieved after years, Some pages dog-eared, Reminds me of the search. The search of species to preserve, In between

364/366 The notebooks I retrieved after years, Some pages dog-eared, Reminds me of the search. The search of species to preserve, In between

The notebooks I retrieved
after years,
Some pages
dog-eared,
Reminds me
of the search.
The search of species
to preserve,
In between pages,
Technically a botanist
would say - "Herbarium".

- Rest in caption 364/366
The notebooks I retrieved after years,
Some pages dog-eared,
Reminds me of the search.
The search of species to preserve,
In between

Omkar Ranveerkar

Signature Of The Honourable Remember the small Navneet notebook? The one with the fancy strong binding? Well, it cost ₹38 in 2013. I bought it to write my special stuff. Favourite quotes, spiritual - enlivening experiences and stuff. It was neither a diary nor a slam-book for me. He took it. Signed his name on the front page with words, 'SIGNATURE OF THE HONOURABLE'. Rest of the piece in caption. Remember the small Navneet notebook? The one with the fancy strong binding? Well, it cost ₹38 in 2013. I bought it to write my special stuff

Remember the small Navneet notebook? The one with the fancy strong binding? Well, it cost ₹38 in 2013. I bought it to write my special stuff

Signature Of The Honourable

Remember the small Navneet notebook? The one with the fancy strong binding? Well, it cost ₹38 in 2013. I bought it to write my special stuff. Favourite quotes, spiritual - enlivening experiences and stuff. It was neither a diary nor a slam-book for me.

He took it.
Signed his name on the front
page with words,
'SIGNATURE OF
THE HONOURABLE'.

Rest of the piece in caption. Remember the small Navneet notebook? The one with the fancy strong binding? Well, it cost ₹38 in 2013. I bought it to write my special stuff

Vansh Kumar

The night of confessions It was the days of my teenage. It had been 8 years since I knew her. Emma The class Captain and everyone knew her and also she got good grades. I was like a shadow.People knew me just because I was good at studies. I was the topper of my class in those days but was zero at socializing skills like talking, working within the house orders , participating in programmes those days. I had very few friends in the class itself . They were Jeff ,Tracey and Hannah.But the coming of 23 rd November changed everything .Emma talked to me. Actually it all happened quite by chance. She came from holiday a day before class test. Her friends forgot to tell her. Then when the teachers reminded us ,she was shocked. She was sitting one bench as the same direction as me on the 3 rd row .Then at recess when I was reading one of the Harry potter books gifted by Tracey . Suddenly she came and said 'Vlad ,into books.She asked if i could help her . I looked around and there was she .I pinched myself. And it wasn't a dream. It was reality. Then she said ''i suppose It's the first time you are talking to a girl. I knew what I had to do. Continu in caption All though you are a Book Worm. Then i said ok here's the notebook. She said that she wanted the pdf. I said any problem with the notebo

All though you are a Book Worm. Then i said ok here's the notebook. She said that she wanted the pdf. I said any problem with the notebo

The night of confessions

It was the days of my teenage. It had been 8 years since I knew her. Emma The class Captain and everyone knew her and also she got good grades. I was like a shadow.People knew me just because I was good at studies. I was the topper of my class in those days but was zero at socializing skills like talking, working within the house orders , participating in programmes those days. I had very few friends in the class itself . They were Jeff ,Tracey and Hannah.But the coming of 23 rd November changed everything .Emma talked to me. Actually it all happened quite by chance. She came from holiday a day before class test. Her friends forgot to tell her. Then when the teachers reminded us ,she was shocked. She was sitting one bench as the same direction as me on the 3 rd row .Then at recess when I was reading one of the Harry potter books gifted by Tracey . Suddenly she came and said 'Vlad ,into books.She asked if i could help her . I looked around and there was she .I pinched myself. And it wasn't a dream. It was reality. Then she said ''i suppose It's the first time you are talking to a girl. I knew what I had to do.
Continu in caption

All though you are a Book Worm. Then i said ok here's the notebook. She said that she wanted the pdf. I said any problem with the notebo

Omkar Ranveerkar

Signature Of The Honourable Remember the small Navneet notebook? The one with the fancy strong binding? Well, it cost ₹38 in 2013. I bought it to write my special stuff. Favourite quotes, spiritual - enlivening experiences and stuff. It was neither a diary nor a slam-book for me. He took it. Signed his name on the front page with words, 'SIGNATURE OF THE HONOURABLE'. Rest of the piece in caption. Remember the small Navneet notebook? The one with the fancy strong binding? Well, it cost ₹38 in 2013. I bought it to write my special stuff

Remember the small Navneet notebook? The one with the fancy strong binding? Well, it cost ₹38 in 2013. I bought it to write my special stuff

marmalade ツ

My broken poem talks about endings, but my story ~ of broken ends. ( caption ) You know when you suddenly feel an urge to write some lines down that came in your head and you fear not losing them and after they are out

You know when you suddenly feel an urge to write some lines down that came in your head and you fear not losing them and after they are out

My broken poem
talks about
endings,

but my story

~ of broken ends.

( caption ) You know when you suddenly feel an urge to write some lines down that came in your head and you fear not losing them and after they are out

marmalade ツ

••The Virtual Healing•• Remembering him, today is like making a painting for the Art Exam, forcibly while the oil pastels deny to be lifted. | Caption | ••The Virtual Healing•• Remembering him, today is like making a painting for the Art Exam, forcibly while the oil pastels deny to be lifte

••The Virtual Healing•• Remembering him, today is like making a painting for the Art Exam, forcibly while the oil pastels deny to be lifte

Chitra Iyer

THE BLANK BOOK Jump to the caption, quick #yqbaba #yostowrimo #theblankbook #chitstory It was a boring day at work. I left office early and was driving home on the almost traffic

#yqbaba #yostowrimo #theblankbook #chitstory It was a boring day at work. I left office early and was driving home on the almost traffic