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  Today in class Rufus sir spoke about embodied knowledge, and honestly, it flipped a switch in my head. We always think knowledge is in books, in brains, in classrooms. But embodied knowledge? It’s the kind that lives in us the wisdom of the body, the instincts, the scars, the gestures. It’s what you feel before you even think. And when I connected that to world literature, boom it started making sense why certain texts feel so alive. Because literature doesn’t just talk through words; it moves through bodies. Epic Literature: Bodies as Maps of Memory In The Mahabharata, Arjuna’s body itself becomes the ground where dharma is tested. His archery, his hesitation, his battle scars all show how wisdom is not abstract but embodied. Colonial & Postcolonial Voices Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart shows us that colonizers could rewrite books, but they couldn’t erase embodied traditions. Wrestling, ritual dances, farming rhythms this is knowledge that lived in bodies and communities....

 When Emojis Speak Louder Than Words in WhatsApp Chats We live in a world where our “good mornings” don’t just arrive with words but with ☀️🌸✨. Where heartbreak isn’t typed out in long essays but dropped as a simple 💔. Strange? Not really. Sometimes, emojis speak louder than words. Why? Because emojis are the shortcut to emotions . One tiny icon can carry a whole vibe. A plain “okay” feels cold, maybe even rude. But “okay 🙂” softens the tone, while “okay 😒” flips the mood entirely. Same word, different worlds thanks to emojis. But here’s the magic: emojis are not just cute add-ons. They are the unsung translators of digital silence . In the fast-scrolling world of WhatsApp chats, silence often feels louder than noise. A blank screen, a delayed reply, those three blinking dots they all create tension. Emojis step in to rescue us from that silence. A 🙂 saves an awkward pause, a 🙃 cushions sarcasm, a 🤷‍♀️ translates confusion. They turn absence into presence, making silence ...

Bedrotting: When Rest Turns Into Rust Hey guys, let’s talk about a war a war between your brain and screentime, your mental health and laziness, your doomscrolling and emotions. In this digital era, we’re not exactly trapped in our screens. Trapped feels forceful, like there’s no exit. The truth? We’re happily trapped scrolling, liking, bingeing—fully aware it’s stealing our peace, yet choosing not to resist. But why does it happen?  Dopamine & Doomscrolling The human brain is wired for dopamine hits. Every ping, every like, every reel is a mini validation. But that validation comes at a cost. According to Statista, Gen Z checks their phones 100+ times a day , often without noticing. What feels like “fun time” slowly mutates into anxiety, sleep disturbance, and emotional fatigue. 70% of adults lie in bed, eyes glued to glowing screens, ears buzzing with relentless notifications. What should be rest turns into a battlefield—where sleep struggles to find its way and dreams...

There’s something oddly dramatic about a sick day. Your body waves the white flag, forcing you to stay in bed while your mind roams everywhere except where it should rest. Sick days smell like Vicks, taste like hot soup, and sound like your mom yelling, “Sleep, don’t scroll!” 🙃 They make you realize how underrated breathing without a blocked nose actually is. The world outside keeps spinning classes, work, meetups, all moving on without you yet in your tiny bubble, the day slows down. The blanket becomes your shield, the cup of ginger tea your sword, and Netflix (or that one comfort book) your best friend. But sick days aren’t just about weakness. They’re gentle reminders. Reminders that health is wealth. That slowing down isn’t failure. That sometimes, your body needs the break you never gave it. So the next time you’re tucked in, sneezing away with tissues piling up like paper mountains, remember it’s okay. Healing is productivity too. 

Some days legit feel scripted by the universe and yesterday was one of them. That morning, while casually chatting with a classmate, I said: I’ve never been to the lake…”Manifestation? Maybe. Because by afternoon, Rufus Sir pulled the ultimate plot twist: “Lake trip today. But rules first , no talking. From class till the lake, just silence. Observe everything.” And boom. Adventure mode: ON.  At first, it felt weird. Walking with your whole gang but not even whispering? Suspiciously hard. 😅 But then, silence started to vibe. Every little sound, every detail stood out  like nature had turned the volume up just for us.  Birds chirping like a live soundtrack.  Butterflies fluttering around like they owned the runway. Pebbles crunching underfoot with that lowkey ASMR vibe. And my fave discovery , the tiniest flowers tucked away at the edge of the path, almost invisible but still blooming with their own quiet confidence.  For me, the sunlight stole the show.  I...

You know those random days when your thumb just starts doing its own marathon on the gallery? Slide after slide, picture after picture, and suddenly boom! You’re not in 2025 anymore, you’re time-traveling back to those golden days. The goofy selfies, those crazy videos, the innocent smiles, the unfiltered laughter ah, pure nostalgia unlocked. It’s wild how one photo can hold an entire universe of memories. That blurred picture? Yeah, it was from that chaotic trip where the laughs were louder than the music. That shaky video? It still carries the echoes of inside jokes only your circle understands. And those innocent school-day captures? They remind you of a version of yourself untouched by deadlines .. Scrolling isn’t just scrolling it’s cherishing. It’s a soft reminder that even though time flew faster than we imagined, those moments are still tucked safely in our digital treasure chest. And trust me, the real flex isn’t how perfect the pictures are, but how perfectly imperfect the me...