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And I took a long breath, feeling my chest contract as the air slowly entered my nose and relax as it slowly left my lips. As I released the air from my mouth, I could smell the eggs that I had this morning. Blame my mom for forcing me to eat eggs every morning even though I have always made it clear that eggs will one day be the bane of my existence. And by the way, I am not doing yoga, no. Sorry Ramdev baba lovers. I am just sitting in my terrace as always and no I didn’t break a sweat carrying that damn black chair like last time (stop wondering which black chair I am talking about because you’d know if you read my first blog). Anyways yeah I am in my terrace and I am hunched up in front of my laptop for the past 23.4 minutes, playing with my hair and itching the allergic rash on my left cheek that literally appeared out of nowhere. And every 3.6 minutes I wonder if my cerebrum is working properly or not since I cannot really think about what to write. I mean as soon as my fin...

Dear soul sister, What does Chemistry remind me of? It reminds me of the very beginning of this very beautiful friendship. A friendship so pure that even distilled water gets jealous, a friendship that everyone wishes to have. Out of all the 30 something students in our class, you and I were the only ones to hate Chemistry with a passion which made us the only ones lingering around in the library when everyone was busy frying their brains on their Chemistry books. Then started our library shenanigans of course, which is clearly still etched onto my mind. From reading each other’s horoscopes to blushing over questions on ask.fm, from spitting water while trying to ‘act normal’ to reading psychology books, from gushing over ‘you know who’ to getting scolded for making too much noise in the library. From this to that, you became my best friend. Now what? Was all the fun times enough to make me love you so much to the point that I am dedicating a blog to you? Bleh, of course not. Ups...