My 8 minutes

So recently, I finished watching "extremely loud and incredibly close"

[ If you haven't watched it, please do. It's truly an amazing film ]

In the film, the boy, Oskar, mentions that if the Sun exploded, it would take approx 8 minutes before we can feel the damage. So for that 8 mins, we would still have light and we would still be warm. He compares that to his father, who died in 9/11. A year after his father died, he could still feel that 8 minutes with him and he didn't want those 8 minutes to slip away. 

Today was the last day of school. Next year, we are all going our separate ways and we would be meeting less often. The holidays are going to be so lonely..... however, I'm still basking in the "8 Minutes" I have with them. I still feel them close and I don't want this time space to end. 

Ever. 

oh and If any of you reads this, here is virtual hug for you. 

Till the next time I see you guys..... buhbye.

Painting

Hey guys!

So exams have ended and I've been painting a lot. This reminds me of the magic that happens.

I KID YOU NOT 

magic happens. 

When I paint, you see, normal people use a paintbrush and draw a pretty picture and everything is all fine....but no. For me, after painting, I have paint literally everywhere and the best thing is, I don't even remember it.

I have paint on my hair

I have paint on my table

I have paint on my arms

I have paint on the cupboard on top of me

Imagine sneezing with a nose bleed. yep. Now swap the blood with paint

And there I am, cleaning everything up because I am a naughty child with bad painting skills.....

but one day I will learn the magic behind that weirdly-appears-everywhere-paint

Till, next time internet, [wish me luck on my paints]