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I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~

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Being a Human.

It's not our body which is considered as a Human, but our soul or spirit which lives in it. Body is just like a machine, and it would not work if there will be no soul. Once your body gets old and is now no more in condition to be used, the soul leaves it and it is when a person is said to be dead. If we were not having soul inside is, we would have been just a puppet, who doesn't feels emotions whether it is being happy or sad, angry or cool. The life would have been pretty boring. This is something beyond our understanding but we can still get an idea, and that is that the body is made of muscles and bones, organs and all sorts of veins but, a human is when there is capability of feeling emotions in that body.

Humanity is what makes us human. It's a great boon for us to be humans, to be able to express ourselves like we want, to do what we like. It's an opportunity like no other to make this world a peaceful and a beautiful place. So, let's not do something that will only disturb the image of "Humanity", because we will be guilty if we do not use this time, up to the fullest as the results will be bad for us and equally bad for next generations too.

BEACH GIRL

There was this girl,

I saw that day.

Running along the shore,

Running as she may.

She was beautiful,

She was different.

The Sun seemed to reflect her shine,

All eyes were on her, even mine.

She felt like the winds,

Soaring to meet the waves.

She was like the sand,

Wet and warm.

All the assumptions I made,

Must have been true.

I never heard her speak,

But it must have been like flute.

I remember I tried to catch her,

Like a butterfly floating in a garden.

I tried to follow her,

But sadly lost her trace.

She disappeared in the waves of sunlight,

And the sparkles of water saline.

She must have been a thought,

But the prettiest I've ever got.

-Vaishnavi Singh

The picture seemed beautiful, so I just wrote what I thought.❤️😚 This gave me a feel, very soothing. Seeing the picture and reading what's written. The painting is not done by me, credit to the owner.❤️

Heart and Mind

This is to compare the powers of the two main functioning heads of our body. Please remember that here, it’s not the organ heart which keeps pumping blood, that we are talking about. It’s the emotion that we tend to feel from our heart. Heart, in my opinion understands emotions and relations better than mind does. For heart, emotions and relations are in the first priority, what effect a decision will make on any of the two, most important things. 

Mind, on the other hand, is more logical and relations and emotions are secondary to it. Mind basically focuses on how the results will be nice, and doesn’t really cares about it’s effects on emotions and relations, like heart does. It depends on the person to choose, whether he/she will act according to the Mind or Heart. I, personally think from my heart. (I know we don’t think from hearts, but try to understand the emotion.) I like to do what my heart tells me to do. But, this doesn’t mean to fully depend on only one of them, as this can result really very badly. Because, both Mind and Heart can be stupid sometimes too. In my case, I just give my Heart’s advice a higher level, but I don’t fully neglect my Mind either.

This is my comparison between Mind and Heart, and the rest depends upon everyone else’s thinking. 

I started Puppet History recently, so have a drawing of The Professor despite the fandom probably being dead

The Girl Who Found Herself

*Scene at her office*

*A girl with a fragile body, pale lips and thin fingers is working, completing a file which seems as if it is the last one because no other file can be seen on her desk. Suddenly, there is a sound *Dham* and she looks up. She saw her senior standing on the other side of her desk resting his hands on the latest heap of files that he seemingly he had brought for her. She looked at the pile and then she looked at the clock which was showing 4:45 p.m. She turned back to her senior to say that it was already too late and that the office time was about to get over but he had already left. She could only hear his commanding voice as he walked out of the office, "Boss wants these at his table first thing tomorrow morning!" She sighs and starts working again.*

*Time Skip*

She looks up and it's already 9:00 p.m. 🕘 she packs up everything and leaves.

*Cut *

She guided herself to her house. After climbing the stairs to the second floor really carefully she opens the door to her house. The lift was as always out of service when she needed it the most.

*At her house*

With a loud *bang* the door closed. There was a loud *thud* and there was a girl sitting on the floor looking at how everything was scattered. Papers were all over the floor. She looked as if she would break down any moment. Frustrated, she sat and started picking up the papers lazily. After she was done, she was still sitting there but it seemed that this made no difference. But, it just worsened the condition, as in front of her there was a smiling photo of her. Smiling as if it was her, who owned the world. The girl in the picture looked really happy, really healthy and her skin was glowing so much that one would be needing sunglasses to look at her. The girl in the photo was just her younger self. But the girl who was now looking at the photo was completely different. She reached out for the frame and threw it away.

The glass shattered into pieces but the girl's smile in the photo did not fade. She came back to her senses; she picked up the pile of papers and placed them on the desk. "Really? They call this little work!? I am not able to do the work on time! My files are incomplete! Don't they see the number of papers in each file!? I skip my meals, my house is a total mess and neither I am able to find time for myself. I just sit there trying to complete everything, and as much as I can! Still they are not happy! What should I even do? What do I do!?" She was thinking while cleaning up her room. Tears started to roll down from her angelic looking eyes and she said out loud in a shaky voice, "Even tears are allowed to escape but I am not even allowed to walk away from all of this even for just a second." Then she saw something which made happy as well as sad. There were a lot of paintings kept carelessly but it was not the paintings that caught her attention, the thing she noticed was a painting of a night sky, a beautiful painting but it was left incomplete. She saw brushes of all kinds lying there, stiff because the paint hasn't been washed off. She picked up the brushes and saw her colour palette still full of dried colours. She was now not paying attention towards anything else. She looked out of the window and to her utter amazement the night sky outside was exactly the same as the painting on her canvas. A wave of excitement rushed through her. She started painting and completed it within an hour. She completed her dream which was incomplete and in fact she completed the missing part of herself too. Now her path was clear. The next day she resigned and got herself a spot in the city’s best Art Gallery. She now did what she loved and followed her way to the destiny which she wanted to reach since she was a mere child. She now was a professional artist. So at last, that girl finally found herself in a way she would have never imagined.

-Vaishnavi Singh.

The feminine urge to impress the ghost of Oscar Wilde.