I Can Never Forget The Time When I Was In 10th Grade And I Went To School After A Five Day-long Absence

I can never forget the time when I was in 10th grade and I went to school after a five day-long absence to find the whole of 10th grade talking about some guy in my class named Suresh.

I was really confused because there was no one named Suresh in our class and it was nearly the end of the school year so there was no chance of any new students joining my class. I wanted to see who this mystery student was and why was he so popular and why was everyone not terrified about the fact that he had recently died of blood loss.

Turns out, Suresh was an injured pigeon who had been living on a ledge just outside my classroom's window

Accurate post, OP

You repent even at times, when you know you shouldn't and that's what sucks

As a person from a colonized country, I totally agree with this analysis

ancient dreams in a modern land as the experience of a country in the late 20th century grappling with the legacies of colonialism as they struggle to reconcile the history that was cut short with the progress that is now demanded of them. in order to survive in the modern world, do they have to leave behind their ancient ways of life? "our ancestors had to fight to survive just so we could have a chance of a life" (the fight for independence). "we could bear witness to the rise and the fall" (the newborn nation at a critical point in their history). "i'm trying to get back as fast i can" (back to how things were before those years of exploitation left us in the dust). "you don't have to fit into the norm, you are not here to conform" (progress doesn't have to mean conforming to the western standard). you see what i mean?

My dream submission

I was in a school with several famous classic authors who were all teenagers for some reason and I found out that Fyodor Dostoyevsky was the ring leader of a plot to kill another author (whose name I forgot) just when I was stepping out of the school bathroom. That annoyed him so much that he made me the new target instead of the first guy.

Me, typing into Google: How do I stop getting attached to the genderbent versions of my OCs?

I will never get tired of the "If they're going to die, it's going to be by my hand" dynamic