Twinkling the past

  HIII- oh it's supposed to be a bit more formal I guess, my literature teacher would be reading it. Okay! But, randomness. What else do you expect, than the unhinged side of mine? Let me be disorganised here, and type my heart out of whatever comes to my mind first, because we were given the freedom of writing the blog on anything, so literally writing on anything (I'm anyways a short story long person, and no I'm not flexing about it!!) I feel really happy as I write this blog, because I just composed a new song in a language that I've never tried writing a song on even though I'm the most comfortable while speaking in it- Assamese. Ah yes, I randomly compose songs, like last night I composed a whole song being half asleep.  I mostly compose hindi and english songs, tried to make one in Bengali (my mother tongue) once but kinda failed at the attempt, I mean the song sounded like "forced to be a song, not born to be a song".  But, last night, I randomly h...

  Saparja's POV: I just hate horror movies. I am not scared of the ghosts but I definitely fear the sleep paralysis demon, as it's all psychological but really gets you bad. So yup, ditched my cousins for the horror movie night and I'm here to sleep rather. Why would they do something that makes me left out? The point of being at granny's place is to have fun together, eat together, fight together, sleep together, for us. Isn't it? Well good night, I guess. Third person POV: Saparja drifts off to sleep almost but then, something rings. She reaches out for her phone, just to realise, it wasn't her phone making the sound. It was the old vintage style telephone, which is now kept as a decorative only. But how could IT ring? Is she dreaming?  Even before she could really think much about it, she answered the call as she got up for it. Saparja: "Hello?" Unknown: "Hey, sorry to disturb. I might sound weird but, it is 2030?" Saparja: "Sorry, wr...