Aryan's A-Z

 It's Time For Some Controversy Baby! Your professor furrows his brows and penetrates your skull with his glaring eyes, as the constant fluttering motion of papers are a series of butterflies cascading down on all sides, deceivingly entertaining you whilst simultaneously extracting all of your attention and focus from the task at hand. The clock, always seeming to be extending the day long past its standard 24 hours now seems to be speeding through time like it's been struck by an electric charge. Words, numbers, and symbols, all crawl out from your paper and coil around your head, with every drastic effort from your part to seize them and comprehend their inner mechanics falling just short, as they whirl past you and strike you dizzy until you’ve died. For the past 6 months, you’ve been biting your fingernails in anticipation of this one event, reminiscing of the time when it once finished, and eagerly awaiting the moment when it will finally dissipate like any other thing of ...

 Loop   Aryan Mukherjee      Mosquitos cackled with glee as they pelted from all sides to attack Everett. He had long back acknowledged that his efforts to swat them away had been rendered useless by their sheer size, and besides, he might as well conserve his energy. It was a long hike up to the Garden, and his canteen of water was but a few drops condensing at the bottom of his bottle. Everett sighed, and half-fainted against the bark of a massive lump of tree wood. How did I even get here?  He pondered all the events that had taken place thus far, and sighed as he realized how ironic this whole equation was.      5 hours earlier…      Everett threw himself down at his bed like a professional diver, and lay there in perfect stillness as the circles in his mind spun out of range. It had appeared as though in his own little life, he was carrying the weight of 7 worlds in sorry excuse for shoulders. Hmm, maybe that’s why mom wa...