Online – Episode #5

All good things must come to an end. Whether we like it or not, that’s just the way life is. Teenage can feel like the hardest of times. The heightened emotions can really get you in ways you’ve never imagined. They say things get easier if you keep trying. Whoever said that was not talking about being a teenager. There’s no beating it. There is only surviving it.

Survival is more fun with some team work. We all need an A-Team, you know? It could even just be you and another person. Size doesn’t matter. It’s the bond. It’s how well you fit into each other’s storms.

Logged on as – agirlwhodreams

April 4th, 2016 – Trying Times.

The crap has officially hit the fan in my so called excuse for a life. Evilla is out to get me. I am literally failing in class. I think I’m about to lose the only two friends I have because I happen to be a b*tch. And to top it all off, I have to host my cousin who’s visiting in my dorm. Thanks mom! This is exactly what I needed. ANOTHER thing to worry about. It’s cool.

So what’s the quickest and easiest way to get rid of a f*cking tourist?

300 – Responses

itsclareclaire : Things will get better girl. Relax.

itsmehannah : My poor baby.

Reply to itsmehannah by agirlwhodreams : I wish you were here. xoxo.

gamer8055 : Leave them in a deserted subway in the middle of the night. The city should take care of the getting rid of them part for you. You’re welcome. *Insert sinister emoji*

April 5th, 2016 – Why! Just why?

So I just picked up my cousin from the airport. She has an actual list. And the first thing she did was shove it in my face. I had to explain to her that I had something called a “life” and a sucky part of it involves school. After showing her how the subway worked, I came to class to work on those extra credit assignments. I’m dead if I don’t get these right. Getting a good partner assigned is literally crucial to pass. The only kinda people who even bother with these extra credit assignments are mega nerds and dumbass kids who don’t have enough credits to pass. I belonged to that second category right now. Guess who offered to help? Yes. Andrew. My genius best friend. Who might possibly like me. What do I do? I do not want to lead him on.

538 – Responses

Johannaxon : You can get his help without leading him on. Just saying.

Stefi900 : Oh boo hoo. A guy likes you. And he wants to help you. HOW FREAKIN SAD.

Reply to Stefi900 by gamer8055 : Chill dude. You better back off.

April 20th, 2016 – Things are not what they seem.

I’ve been an idiot. Maybe this is what I’ve always done wrong. Even with Jake. (My ex-boyfriend) Every time something’s wrong, I struggle to fix it. But at other times, when nothing is being pointed out to me, I just go on walking onto a burning building like it’s all good and then I complain about getting burnt. I’m not making much sense am I? Well, something happened yesterday that snapped back things into reality. During class the speakers buzzed and the Dean announced that one of my classmates’ father passed away from a heart attack. Let’s call her Salma. He was a healthy adult. Barely 50. Their family did not have much but she was a brilliant student. Salma was on a fully funded scholarship and everything. People often made fun of her, and some even hated her for how talented she was. Even I thought she was obsessed with school work to a toxic level.

After we heard what happened, the entire school went to her house to check up on her. And I saw this new side. She was broken. There was no psychotic drive in her eyes, just sorrow. She wasn’t thinking about the finals we had tomorrow. She wasn’t thinking about anything but her father. To anyone who would lend a ear she told story after story about how funny, thoughtful and amazing her father was. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her make this much social contact.

There are people out there with real problems. I need to grow up.

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April 21st, 2016 – Life is not strange, we are.

We had our finals today. I think I did okay. As expected, Salma didn’t show up. It’s such a shame because she had the brightest future amongst all the students here.

I was still in that same state of mind from yesterday. I decided to conquer my not so scary demons. And Evilla was the first one on the list.

I walked up to her with a resolve to set things straight. I handed her, her metaphorical crown and explained how I could NEVER take her place. And that the only reason someone dropped a note in my locker was to prank me. (Well I knew it was Andrew but she didn’t have to know that) What happened after that was unexpected. She actually smiled. Not a sarcastic, know-it-all, condescending smile but a genuine one. I never thought Evilla would want to call truce so easily.

Next on the list was Andrew. I had a speech rehearsed. It was decisive but soft. I planned to let him down easy. I knew he was by the lockers emptying his stuff out. When I turned the corner into the corridor with the lockers, I saw Jessica and Andrew KISSING. Yes. Turns out he liked her not me. Guess those notes were a prank by some jobless fool after all.

46899 – Responses.

Madazzahatter : Predictable as fuck.

Savvyfudge : I’m glad you finally figured things out. Most girls live their whole damn lives thinking the whole world revolves around them.

gamer8055 : Who calls their own admirer a fool? *Sigh*

May 17th, 2016 – You will not believe this.

I cannot believe I’m one of those corny people who has to say “online” when someone asks how I met my boyfriend.

500035 – Responses

Itsmehannah : WHAT BOYFRIEND?

Jakejones : You’re dating someone new?

KateKlossi : Um? Care to elaborate?

gamer8055 : Leaving those notes made a cute addition to our story didn’t it, babe? C’mon. You’ve gotta give me credit for all that. 😉

Reply to gamer8055 by agirlwhodreams : Yeah yeah super cute. The part where you stalked me online for years before actually speaking to me is way cuter. 😛

The End.


To be a Writer…

All it takes is a feeling. A kiss that sends you reeling. The smell of the rain or the music that momentarily takes away your pain. Every where you look there lies an untold story. So, keep an eye out for the poetry. It’s not always pretty. Not if you want reality. The truth doesn’t have to rhyme. What has to be said, needs to be said when it’s time. Those demons on your shoulder, they will tell you,

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t”

“You won’t”


Flick them off and keep writing anyway.

© Abirami

WordPressing – 101 (Tips for new bloggers and old)

Hello there! 🙂

You may have just started a brand new blog, or you may have been blogging for quite some time. Congratulations on that! 🙂 It’s an amazing feeling, isn’t it? To have a voice. But what good is a voice when what you’re saying isn’t reaching the right audience?

Here are some tips to increase your stats and get the readership you desire.

  1. Keep it short. The longer your post is, the less likely it is to get read. Even an interested reader might get discouraged by the size of a long post.
  2. Tagging your post is really important. You can add tags to your post in the post-settings area. The WordPress reader is the best source of readers and tagging your post under the related topics will help the right kind of readers find you. But no more than 15 tags (including categories) otherwise your post will not appear in the reader.
  3. Reposting is not a crime. Think of the wordpress reader as a stream of posts. Your posts gets a mere 10 minutes in the limelight. Reposting it simply gives you a little longer.
  4. Interact with other bloggers. Every relationship needs some give and take. How can you expect others to read your blog, when you’ve never given them a reason to? Develop a few friendships. Like and follow new blogs. Leave a few comments. Socialising is key to improving your stats.
  5. Reblog at least one post every day. You might make someones day. And its a mutually beneficial practice. It get’s you your views when you don’t have ideas of your own and you’re helping out a fellow blogger by sharing their content.
  6. Quality over quantity. I have seen bloggers who post once a month having over 10k subscribers. So, spend the time you’re not writing, socialising on your blog. And do the occasional repost of your old posts.
  7. Posting at the right time. Check your stats, which day do you get your best views? What time is your best hour? Schedule your posts to be posted at times you get high traffic. Set your post up for success.
  8. Add visual aid. Pictures and videos supporting your content, will give it that extra spice and reel more readers in. But be sure to credit your source for the pictures if you found them online! And also personalise your blog with strategically placed widgets and a nice clean design.
  9. Make your blog everything you are. Don’t niche your blog way too early. Write what you feel like. People relate more to blogs that represent a real human being rather than static sites that post about the same thing all day, every day.
  10. Catchy titles really make a difference. Make your titles reflect the style of your blog. The title of the post is the first thing anyone is going to read. Get that right and you’re halfway there.

I hope these tips were useful. 🙂 Please leave a comment if you have any new tips or if you have any questions. Happy Blogging!

– The Obsessive Writer.

What My Dreams are Made Of

Some people can captivate you with words,

Like the sound of their voice simply resonates with your soul.

Like every thought they utter has crossed your mind.

Like they have discovered in you, things no one else could ever find.

Like them,

I do not aspire to change the world,

Nor do I wish to touch every heart.

I could never be that bold.

My wings could never soar that far.

My dreams are made of simpler things.

In a lifetime of writing,

If I could touch a single life, make a difference to one person,

That is all I dream of; that would be enough.

©️ Abirami

A Search for the Right Way

Is there such a thing?

I’ve always been taught by life and it’s experiences that nothing is ever black or white. Our moral compass if often dunked in shades of grey and we’re left stranded with no sense of direction. I did not think there was a rule book. But lately, it feels like there are indeed some strong indicators that guide us unintentionally.

Whenever I am faced with a difficult choice, there are often two options. One that feels like it might suck immensely, and an easier one. I hate confrontation, or any sorts of negativity so I’ve always ended up picking the easier thing to do. Like not leaving my hometown for college, not ending a bad friendship, just not taking risks.

Maybe the right way doesn’t feel so right? Maybe its when you’ve got that pit in your stomach you’re doing what you’re supposed to. I have reached this point in my life where I feel like nothing can go wrong. Every high or low is just the path I was meant to take to my rightful destination. The only way I’m going to end up where I am supposed to is by doing things the right way no matter the consequences and irrespective of how hard they are.

Seeing as I’ve only got this one life, I might as well get it right.

– The Obsessive Writer


To all the writers out there:

It’s not real unless it’s obsessive.

We all dream. But, you don’t deserve it unless every minute of your life is somehow a journey towards it.

We all love. But you don’t belong together unless you share a passion that drives you insane.

You can write pretty words, think easy thoughts. It might even please the crowd. But you’re not really writing unless every word you write is a window to your soul. The truth is ugly. It doesn’t rhyme. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sense. But the moment you stop caring what others think, you will discover yourself. Maybe they’ll like it, maybe they won’t. At least, it will be real.

So darling, stay obsessed. Make every choice like there’s no consequence. Live every fucking moment like you’re about to breathe your last breath.

– The Obsessive Writer

Travel Blog #1 – Dubai

To be even typing this, I am ecstatic. This is the feeling of finally living a life long dream. For 19 years I have dreamt, and waited patiently for my opportunity to trot around the globe. And it came in the most unexpected way : my mother’s midlife crisis. What else do you call it when your mother of 50 wakes up one day and starts travelling across the country(India)? I could not join her on most of those trips because of college. But for this one I somehow made time and things just fell into place for my first trip abroad.

We were unprepared and excited, and I’ve come to realise that it’s a great combination if you’re looking for some adventure.

We landed in UAE, Dubai. on the 13th of October. I was rudely woken up by the flight attendant at around 4 AM. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to wake up! The first hour went in just taking it all in. It was all smiles and sunshine till the hunger kicked in and our tour guide still hadn’t shown up to take us to our hotel. Then the stark realisation that we had no means of communication made things worse. We didn’t get a SIM card that would work in Dubai, and apparently talk time is pretty darn expensive there. But it really didn’t matter to me. I just wanted to be able to ask for some words of advice from my Dad at this terrible hour. But I never got to do that. I ended up eating at the airport. The double chocolate muffin sort of turned things around and I saw a little clearer.

We finally found our guide at around 8 after four hours of waiting. He unapologetically informed us that we couldn’t check in to our hotel until 2 PM. The tour company’s carefully thought out plan was to show the tourists around Dubai WITHOUT SHOWERING OR GETTING ANY SLEEP. What you’d probably know about me by now is that I am hot-headed and a control freak so things were not going very well for me with this whole lack of organisation. But the City made it all go away..

There were underwater bridges, and palm shaped Islands. I saw buildings that could almost touch the sky and white sandy beaches that stretched out into the beautiful coastline. And oddest of all, trees in the middle of a desert. I had never seen anything so surreal in my life. We drove around Sheikh’s palace and all the beautiful buildings on the Dubai Skyline. In those moments I was a child again, seeing the world for the very first time.

This trip had a lot of bumps. For instance, it wasn’t part of out tour package to visit the Burj Khalifa. (For those of you who don’t know it’s the tallest building in the world.) I was extremely dejected that we couldn’t get the tickets to go. It was the lack of communication that hit me hard at times like that. Then, we got lost often and we couldn’t easily find our way back because I didn’t have GPS without a SIM card. Let’s not even talk about the terrible service in the restaurant in the hotel we were staying in. I was pretty miserable. After the city tour, going to the mall was a big let down. There’s nothing adventurous about a bunch of outlet stores.

What I learned in time (thankfully) is that I could survive on my own if I tried. Even in a different country. Even without a cell phone. I ended up tracking down an agent and going to the Burj Khalifa the very next day. I honestly felt like someone who had just climbed Everest. It was exhilarating. Standing on top of the Burj, I felt as high as I was. It wasn’t just the view, it was also the pride in having found my own way there. It might seem silly to you but I’ve never really done anything on my own. I’ve been protected my whole life. This was my first taste of freedom. and I LOVED it.

The desert safari was another touristy thing that I enjoyed on the night of the second day. The thrilling drive was just the beginning. It was a night of meeting these new amazing people. Right from the Camel herder to, the Emirati (a local) who drove our jeep, none of them failed to amaze me. I never thought I could relate to a Camel herder on selfie skills. Seriously. And watching my first ever sunset in the desert was incredible! It was truly a night to remember.

When I woke up on the third day, little did I know that things would take such an unexpected turn. Did you know that Dubai is a hub for illegal first copies of branded goods? One morning, we were walking down a shopping street when a man suddenly approached us asking if we wanted brands for less. Having watched my share of the Sex in the City movies I nodded along. I did not think it would be that cool but it was!!! I won’t lie that it wasn’t scary. We stood in a dark alley with men talking in hushed tones carrying sacks from one room to another. For a minute there, it felt like the beginning of a bad horror movie. Then they took us to an apartment in the back with piles and piles of bags, watches and purses in Coach and Jimmy Choo! I’m pretty sure I even saw a few Rolex’s just like in the movie. I got a few things just to remind myself that I went where Carrie Bradshaw did! Pretty damn cool for my first overseas trip, I’d say. 😀 But I don’t think it’s as illegal as they made it seem in the movie because no one really cared that much about busting them.

We also got a glimpse of Abu Dhabi the capital of UAE the next day. It was much bigger than Dubai, and the people seemed richer. But it was quiet and residential. I prefer the aura of a busy City to suburbia. I got to wear a burka and everything to enter a sacred mosque which was extremely cool! 😀 The whole building was filled with an eery silence and it smelled sterile. I spent around 5 minutes at each pillar photographing the intricate carvings. I’ve never seen anything so beautifully crafted, and I don’t think I ever will. You’ve got to hand it to the Arabs for their craftsmanship.

After a tiring day of roaming around Abu Dhabi I eagerly awaited the cruise that had been planned for the night for some long over due relaxation. The Dhow cruise was indeed memorable but not in the way you’d expect. I went on board a leaky ship with dreams of getting a perfect view of the skyline with the lights and everything. Instead, the cruise was in an area with virtually NO buildings. Or anything except for the other sad boats that were floating around. The tour company had failed us once again. But it was almost the last day and our tour group was so exasperated that we ended up laughing so hard at our own plights. We were at this point where nothing more could go wrong. The on board entertainment wasn’t all that bad. A man wearing colourful skirts twirled around and around in circles until everyone but him felt dizzy, that was his talent of choice. I guess you can literally make money out of anything if you tried hard enough.

The last and final day, I decided to just do everything I possibly could and say good bye to the beautiful Dubai city. I got to see dolphins for the first time. I dearly missed my dog each time the dolphin did a trick and looked to its trainer with excitement, for approval. I’m pretty sure I teared up. But it was a good feeling. The first thing I did when I came home was hug my dog. It’s funny that it was my dog I missed the most during this trip.

When I thought I’d seen everything, I was in for a treat on my last evening there. I fell in love with their cuisine. It is what I miss the most right now. What I would give for a bite of Arabian Shawarma, or a taste of Pakistani biriyani. It was a shame that I only discovered my love for their food on the last day. Till that I never had time and ended up eating in the hotel we were staying in which had a pathetic excuse for a restaurant.

The flight back home was bittersweet. I was coming back home, where things felt more in control. But I knew that I’d miss that uncertainty and the excitement that came with getting lost in a foreign country. Getting lost is truly how you find yourself. If you’re reading this, you’ll probably wonder whether or not I’m happy about the trip. Well thats the thing. Everything in life comes packaged with the good and the bad. It can be a trip, or something else you’ve wanted for a long time. When you actually get it, I can guarantee that it won’t just be what you imagined. There will be ups and downs. When you’re open to the lessons life has planned, it’s hard not to have a good time.

– The Obsessive Writer.