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The Devil Wears Prada : Blood on the Runway

The heavy mahogany doors of the Priestly estate didn’t creak; they glided with the same silent intimidation as their late owner. Miranda Priestly had died as she lived: flawlessly, leaving the fashion world in a state of catatonic grief. But the real shock came during the reading of the will. "To Andrea Sachs," the lawyer had intoned, "I leave my Manhattan townhouse, the estate in France, and the controlling interest in the Elias-Clarke empire." Emily Charlton had waited for her name. She had waited for the "And to my loyal assistant..." that never came. Instead, Miranda had left Emily a vintage Chanel suit and a firm "good luck." For three weeks, Emily simmered in a cocktail of Gin and pure, unadulterated vitriol. She had spent years fetching lattes and dodging stilettos, while "Six," the girl who didn't know how to spell Gabbana, was now the most powerful woman in New York. Emily tried the legal route first. She filed injunctions ...

It's Camping day!!!!

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Hey guys, welcome back to my channel!  So excited to share with y'all yet another exciting day in my life!  Today’s vlog is a little different because we’re heading out for a camping day and I’m honestly so excited. So, let’s get started! We just reached the campsite, and the first thing I’m noticing is how peaceful it is. No traffic, no noise, just nature. We’re setting up our tents right now, which is taking longer than expected, but that’s part of the experience, I guess. Phew* Alright, quick update, the tent is finally up! Not perfect, but it’s standing, so we’ll take that as a win. Now we’re just exploring the area a bit. There’s greenery everywhere, and the weather is perfect—not too hot, not too cold. Next up, food. We’ve started a small campfire, and we’re making some simple snacks. There’s something about cooking outdoors that just makes everything taste better. Also, this is where all the random conversations and laughter happen. We just took a short walk...

Bonderam: Divar's Festival of Flags

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Bonderam, held annually in August, has its roots in a historical dispute over property boundaries during the Portuguese era. The use of flags to mark territories often led to conflicts, and the festival today playfully recreates these tensions through mock battles and colourful parades. What was once a source of disagreement has now transformed into a symbol of unity and cultural pride. Bonderam, held annually in August, has its roots in a historical dispute over property boundaries during the Portuguese era. The use of flags to mark territories often led to conflicts, and the festival today playfully recreates these tensions through mock battles and colourful parades. What was once a source of disagreement has now transformed into a symbol of unity and cultural pride. The festival is marked by lively processions, traditional music, and vibrant floats representing different wards of the island. Locals dress in elaborate costumes, and the entire island comes aliv...

Let’s Clean Up Colva!

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Colva Beach is calling… and not just for sunsets  It’s saying, "please clean me, I deserve better."  And honestly, fair. So grab your friends, your good vibes, and a pair of gloves, because we’re turning a beach day into a clean-up party at Colva Beach on the 28th of March, 4pm onwards.  Come for the cause, stay for the chaos (and maybe a cute sunset after). Let’s clean, laugh, and leave the beach better than we found it.  #CleanGoa #BeachCleanup #ProtectOurPlanet #Colva

Will It Ever End?

I didn't move, I didn't flinch,  I watched it— I watched it come right at me.  It was as though the atmosphere opened its fist and caught hold of my body.  I was pinned down.  It came closer and closer,  and all I did was watch. Between the worlds of death and dream, I was trapped.  What if that hand had never pulled me back? Would anyone have noticed? Would anyone even remember I was there? The fear of being forgotten, of being buried in someone's memory while still alive— it haunts me. This ache… this miserable ache of wanting to be wanted, of aching just to matter— Will it ever end? Will anyone be there to save me again?   One hand digs my grave, the other reaches for a home it may never find.  I'm closer to smelling like a graveyard than the scent of someone's embrace.  All I hear is a hymn in the dark— soft, broken and off-key,  sung by no one, for no one.  How long until even the ghosts forget me?  How long until I f...

She's The Man : A Film Review

The 2006 teen comedy She’s the Man stands as a memorable example of early 2000s cinema, successfully blending elements of classical literature with light-hearted humour. Directed by Andy Fickman, the film is a modern adaptation of William Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, set in the competitive environment of a boarding school soccer team. While the storyline of a girl disguising herself as her twin brother may seem exaggerated, the film manages to make it both engaging and entertaining. A major strength of the film lies in Amanda Bynes’s performance as Viola Hastings. She brings a lively energy to the role, especially in the way she portrays Viola’s attempts to act like a boy. Rather than making it overly dramatic, her performance captures the awkwardness and confusion of maintaining such a disguise, which adds to the film’s humour. Channing Tatum, as Duke Orsino, provides a calm and sincere contrast, making their interactions both amusing and believable. Beyond its comedic appeal, the fil...

Know me less?

Hi, welcome to my blog, where everything is a bit chaotic, slightly last-minute, but somehow still comes together. I’m an English literature student who spends way too much time analysing things that probably didn’t need that much analysis in the first place. I love writing, whether it’s poetry, stories, or random thoughts at 2 a.m. that suddenly feel like the best ideas ever. I’m also usually juggling a hundred things at once—events, deadlines, overthinking—and pretending I have it all under control (I don’t). This blog is basically a reflection of that energy. You’ll find film reviews, stories, creative pieces, and bits of my perspective on things that caught my attention. Some of it is thoughtful, some of it is dramatic, and some of it just exists because I felt like writing it. It’s not perfect, it’s not always serious, but it’s very me. So if you’re here for something real, a little unfiltered, and occasionally chaotic, welcome :)