Strange School 😱(Part 1)

Hello to you all! Hope you are fine and happy 😊. So, I am sharing with you a story or incidence (self written, ofcourse) which I’ll try to post all parts soon..

For now, enjoy reading this part..

Part 1
I don’t know whether you’ll believe or not but it happened with me… A very strange incidence
One day, previous year only…
I got up around 9 to hear different unbearable noises which were coming from the other rooms of my house. When I came to my senses, I saw all the furniture in my room was packed in large corrugated boxes except the bed I was sleeping on. There were a lot of noises.. Phone ringing, bustling sounds from furniture being transferred from one place to another, crushing of plastic that was being used to cover the showpieces. And then I realised, I spoke to myself ‘how can I forget! That’s the height of irresponsibility… How can I forget that today we are leaving this city to shift to another and I ,however, to the hostel, to a new, a very reputed famous prestigious school. It seems like it was only yesterday that I passed the exam and online interview and got selected for the school. Plunging into reality I tried to find soma watch or phone to know how much time is left to board the flight and
just to add to the Series of shocks, I found it was 12 already and I had got only one hour for my packing!Β  In a breath, I packed all my essentials..
I was quite happy to go to that school which is so famous for its education but also a lil bit sad to leave my parents for a year.
Without wasting a single moment,i soon got the cab and we drove off for the airport. My sister decided to escort me to the airport where my father would get me through the formalities and take me to my new school. But in today’s time how can we swiftly go without Encountering the heavy rush traffic. But those hours amidst the traffic and on the flight passed like few moments because I was such deeply diving through my excitement, new friends and lot more….. I had enough thoughts to find myself reached at my destination that was the entrance of my school.. (around 9 pm)

By Ashee Asiwal

And thank you Bhavya and Chetna for helping me to edit this!!

My Biggy cute sister(Happy Birthday)

Hello to all

I’ve today written a short poem on my dear sister…. Though we fight, tease but we r always together… Tried to bring all the things between me and my sis in the poem

My dear big sister,
You have such soft cheeks
Smooth, that will support my
Great tight slap going through the surface,
Jokes apart

You really a good biggy sister
Like a tree called fir,

I really love you,
However you do funny things to me,
However you are stronger than me in fights,
But you are Hardworking than me,
And the best in making me sleep,
By giving a really good head massage,

I really love the moment we dance,
The moment we fight,
The moment we do party, am I right?
Although I don't tell u,
But I want is all best for u
Love u!!!!

I really can’t imagine my life without you.. It will be like tea without sugar or paper without pen or container without lid 😜(now I’m going too deep to find words πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚)

You’ve always cared for me thanx didu…

Happy birthday didi… From you lil sister…. 😊 I’ve re blogged this post of mine specially on your birthday

The Penable Award

Hello everyone… Hope you are all fine and happy 😊

So I’m here to share something with you all. Today’s day is the best for me because its first time I’ve got Penable award from the very brilliant author H. R. Phoenix, in the Thursday Poem Writing Competition on the topic ‘Fragrance‘. I’m deeply honoured to get a place in runner ups in this competition.

H.R. Phoenix, the creator of this competition and the award, I thank you so much for this honour….

1. Tag your post with the #penableaward
2. Display the Penable award logo (above) on your post and follow Penable if you haven’t already
3. Thank the person that nominated you
4. Tell us what your writing talent is
5. Answer three questions that you have been asked
5. Nominate three inspiring people for this award.
6. Let them know of their nomination
7. Give them three new questions to answer!

My Writing Talent!!

Well it’s hard for me to tell!! As I am not a born writer.. I penned my first poem named Childhood poem, 2 years ago, inspired by Markus Natten. It was then I realised its not an impossible task to write a poem πŸ˜…, with practice it could be enhanced….next poem that I wrote is on my teacher (actually 2 poems My Teacher & Poem for caring Teacher for my favourite teachers)… That’s the accelerator for me and then it proceeded on further…….With my experiences of different situation and things going all Along with my favourite hobby Quilling…. It taught me to be patient.. While doing any art.. Whether it’s craft or poem writing and how can I forget to mention the awesome bloggers always inspiring, Chetna, Bhavya, Nathi, Wild Heart, SnowHeart, Era

Now let’s proceed quickly to the questions Phoenix asked me….

Q1 What is the weirdest thing you’ve ever done?

A: I’ve done many πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚πŸ˜†.. It’s difficult for me to point out one… Being the youngest child in the family and also the naughtiest for my parents…. Almost every thing I do is in funny way which appears to be weird πŸ‘½ to my mom πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

Q2 Do you have any pets?

A: No, I don’t have any pet… But I want one like your lil Phoenix….

Q3 If you had to eat one colour of food for the rest of your life, what it would be?

A: I’m a choosy person… So I can’t say, I can’t choose! πŸ˜…πŸ˜† It would be red colour, because I love strawberries, carrot, apple….all these are my favourite πŸ˜πŸ˜šπŸ˜˜πŸ˜† and also the colour red is my favourite πŸ˜„


I nominate all those person whom I follow because they are inspiration for me to write…. Especially my friend Bhavya of bhavyascreativecorner and Chetna Mittal of Cityofcuriotivity


1.What’s the best moment of your life(till now😁)?
2. Which book do you like the most and can read over and over again?
3. Do you want to be famous? And if yes, What it would be for ? If no, give reason😜

Have a nice day…. And keep smiling 😊

Riddle time!!!!

So today I’m giving 6 riddles…. My favourite one’s…. Use your mind until it throbs!!

Just joking!

Try your best πŸ‘πŸ» to crack the riddle….. Will be increasing difficulty level soon!!! It’s easy you can easily tell answers in the comment section….

1. I have branches, but no fruit, trunk or leaves. What am I?

2. What can you catch, but not throw?

3. What is greater than God,
more evil than the devil,
the poor have it,
the rich need it,
and if you eat it, you’ll die?

4. What tastes better than it smells?

5. I am an odd number. Take away a letter and I become even. What number am I?

6. I have 6 faces but can’t wear make up. I have 21 eyes but can’t see. What am I?

Unfortunate incidence of a child

Today I’m not posting any poem… But a story, whose memory will never be obliviated (erased) through my mind… It’s a bitter story…..

It’s a story having association with my school….I can name it as an incidence as wellπŸ˜…

So it’s in winter…. My teacher (my favourite oneπŸ˜…) selected me for a competition which was to be held online throughout India…. Related to commerce…. They had lot of expectations from me… That I could crack this…… So as I, because I loved accountancy and business studies…. But God has another plan for me…. In total contrast to my expectations …… I had neither eaten any dangerous food stuff which could harm my health……. All healthy food I’d been taking but even then I got ill πŸ€’ the night before the day.

But it wasn’t severe… It was mild enough that I can manage…. There were butterflies in my stomach about that competition, cause I’d worked hard for it… And also anxiety running through my veins…

The next day I woke up in fever… That’s very unfortunate for me… The pain was searing in my whole body… But still I got up and got ready for the school…. I was running out of my strength but still I carried on… My head throbbed with pain….. I still continued… Taking some medicine to tackle up just for the competition… Just for the teacher who’d trusted me, for the week I’d worked hard for it…. But sometimes things doesn’t work like you want it to be. I wasn’t able to eat… But I had to… Because my father wouldn’t allow me go without having my breakfast…… But my body refused to let in food… I didn’t even have the strength to swallow the food… But I struggled…. Just gulped it forcefully….. It took me half an hour just to eat… And at last I had completed my BREAKFAST. My father got up to escort me to the school only to find myself looking pale…. He advised me to take rest and avoid school.. But I resisted.. “I want to go to school…. I can’t throw away someone’s trust… I have to go” All these thoughts were racing through my mind..

I was coughing heavily, and suddenly my stomach contracted… I ran fast as I could to the washbasin…. Chunks of partially digested chapatti and dal spewed out of my coughing, choking mouth. My stomach kept on contracting violently and forcing everything up and out. My face was white and dripping bile, sweat, and tears

I could not move, I was feeling weak. I sank to my knees and retched until only clear liquid was coming up. My father fetched me a glass of water… And I fainted to the bed..

Next, I become conscious after an hour approximately half past nine. I couldn’t move only my mind was working… Filled with guilt, remorse, sadness, worry of breaking the trust…

My father had already informed my teacher about my condition and was very firm to not let me go to school…

At 9:40 phone rang beside me, I received it without seeing the name….. it was my teacher who called me… He was asking me what happened… meanwhile my father came and took the phone…. I realised that my teacher was urging my father to send me because my name has already been registered and my other two partners can’t continue without me (there was webcam also to inspect)…….

I gathered all my courage just to sit there… Not to spoil others competition as it was a team work… I tried to persuade my father and mother that I was alright(even though I wasn’t) and got there to school just in time

I was blank, all blank… None of information, I read for weeks striked….. I was helpless I couldn’t answer the questions…. my mind had gone numb… There was emptiness in my mind just saddens and guilt filled my mind but still i gathered all my strength to answer those questions… But I know it wasn’t going to be fruitful… I wasn’t going to fill those expectations of mine and others…. Because of that… Because of the all the possible strength I used at that time i suffered for more than a week….. For three days I was bed ridden….. For the rest I was doing nothing….. Just numbness surrounded me and engulfed me… I had everything which people had in parts…. Cold, cough, severe headache, nausea, dehydration all together, horse voice, viral.. Lot more….

And that was the day I realized that just like we say female teachers are like mother… Male teachers are like father… Indeed he took care of me just like my father sitting there till the quiz ends… Asking in between anything I need….. That day my respect for him lifted more……

From reading this did you reconcile anything related?? Feel free to share… Comment section is waiting for you!!!!!!

Quilling Princess πŸ‘Έ

I’ve already posted the picture of a quilling doll which is made of paper strips, you know, 😁… So I’ve created another one but I’ll not simple call it a doll but a princess… ‘A stylish princess posing to attract all of you!’ so that someone would stop and see the beauty of her…..

Actually, I was making it straight like any other doll, but in the process I changed the design and made it into a stylish model, adding glitters to the strips.. (to the skirt) Hope you’ll like it… And comment section is all yours to suggest me name for this princess and to comment about her looks!!!!

Ready to walk on ramp!!!
Posing for Picture
Curly black hair dangling on her back

And I’ve created a site page containing all the links for the quilling stuffs I’ve posted till now…….. If you are interested you can reach there… Through this link

Or can check my quilling work through the category ‘quilling’

Have a nice day.. And keep smiling 😊

Miniature Piano

I always wanted a piano…. To press the keys and play the sound….. Of my favorite songs…..

This is the Piano I’ve made with my hands…. It’s very delightful moment when I made the keys of the piano… It’s like I’m the maker of real piano.. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚……

Now the pictures of my creation…

Pink miniature piano By Ashee Asiwal

Overcoming my fear

For me till the previous year.. English was like…not cup of my tea… I used to feel so uncomfortable before my English exam.. And just want it to end soon… As a result got an average result in that….. But because of some motivational people in this world I’ve tried to come out of this fear… Not only tried English but poems also…

I heard from a great motivational speaker that the ultimate truth of life is death, so why we are worrying all the time, living a deadly life just because of our fears, we should live our life fully without any tiny glint of fear in our mind…so she suggested the way…. Way to overcome our fears….. That is… To list down the fears over a parchment and overcome those one by one…

So I’ve written a some lines about the same…. Hope you like it

Came here to encounter with my fear
To make new friends my dear
Here I started my blog on this site
To read or write something in English every night
Now my fear no longer annoyed me
I just want my poems to glee
To become more proficient in this art
To make beautiful poem chart

You are invited in comment section for your views…

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