I AM WRITING BLAH! by mansi kohli

I am writing blah.

Sleeping on the sofa's, is in fact very uncomfortable. The coldness of the leather penetrating through your pants and not giving them a single opportunity to get warmed. My room is going to turn Lavender and one wall ocean turquaz ( turquoise). Ergo, sleeping on the sofa. I could be sleeping in my sister's room but they decided to.. Well never mind. STORY OF THE WORD TURQUOISEThe word turquoise was derived around 16th century from the French language either from the word forTurkish (Turquois) or dark-blue stone (pierre turquin). This may have arisen from a misconception: turquoise does not occur in Turkey but was traded at Turkish bazaars to Venetian merchants who brought it to Europe.Today, I went through all the pictures on my fb profile, looking for the number of pictures of the two people with me, I used to call my bestfriends.Turns out, there aren't many. I miss them, sometimes; no, I missed them today, only 'cause I brought myself to think about them. I don't need to think about them. I do. I don't. I am just fine.My day was boring. I smell like Rose Water. And it's burning my nostrils. Erk.Okay, i am done.

PERHAPS-THE WORD. by mansi kohli.

My this week's obsession word is Perhaps.Perhaps, Lovers turn to Strangers and Strangers turn into Lawyers and Doctors and Dentists.Perhaps, my head ache, is not lack of sleep, but stress. Perhaps, i do really love you. Perhaps, this is not a game. Perhaps I want to go out for a fancy dinner, but i am not a food person. Perhaps, you still think thoughts, which you try not to think. Perhaps, I am a coward. Perhaps i am as sickening as it seems. Perhaps, I do tell the real story. Perhaps, God doesn't know me. Perhaps, i need to sleep. Perhaps, my body would stop shaking and stop being paranoid about earthquakes. Perhaps, my blog makes me insane. Perhaps, the stage horn in front of me is not really purple but its pink. Perhaps, i have a gene for O positive blood. Perhaps, its not sickening to pursue a profession; considering the amount it costs. Perhaps, I do know how much it takes out of them to give me such a chance. Perhaps, I'm hungry. Perhaps. Perhaps, I'll miss my engineering friends. Perhaps, I'll wonder, if the thought crossed your mind even once, how it would be, if you had said yes. Perhaps, its not all butterflies and saaris. Perhaps, its not always. Perhaps, i need to stop existing. Perhaps, it'll matter to somebody, perhaps it wont. Perhaps.Perhaps. Perhaps