Manashree Dhar
2 min readAug 4, 2020

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The Quarantine Creativity Playlist Song OR As I Like To Call It “The Yaadey Taza While Being Bored” Playlist

Spare a second and READ, perhaps?

These days in quarantine, I’ve been writing a thesis, reading books (send a new library, please), and working from home and all of that happens looking like this (ref. the illustration on top).

But, then I realise it is actually, more like just reading and blasting loud music until the neighbors get friendly with my playlist that starts by saying “Hello” to “Bach” and then go “Back To Black” whilst “Running In Circles” in “5 Minutes” and screams “I Am A Barbie Girl” all while looking for “Ketchup” and shouting “Lacremosa” then turn towards my “Girl Crush”, “Gloria” who keeps on gushing about how “Gravity” is working against me, and I tell her, how “Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart” is “Keeping Me Alive” and right at that moment the “Sky Falls” and I think, this is “No Time To Die” but she is already “Six Feet Under” She tells me, I could wait “Outside” since i am “Locked Out Of Heaven” so, instead I take the “Highway To Hell” and I seem to be “Too Good At Goodbyes” apparently, jumping on a “Trampoline” whereas she is out there looking like the “The Angel of Small Death And Codeine Scene” but then it got me thinking, “If The World Was Ending” during this “Summer Time Sadness” will our “Electric Love” last that long? (I mean, with Corona, who knows it just might) *wink wink*
Will she still get me a “Sunflower” and the “Watermelon Sugar” pie and “Stay” with me? And midway her eyes follow like a spotlight, she is the “Dancing Queen” young and sweet, “No Diggity” and she pretends like she doesn’t wanna know but her “Body Talks” getting “Jealous” of the rain, falling on my thick skin and “Elastic Heart”. Even if one day “I Can’t Feel My Face” I will “Feel It Still” the “Sign Of The Times” leading me to her and please, “Don’t Stop Me Now” and I tell her, to “Be My Baby” ’cause “Ain’t No Sunshine When She Is Gone”, and she surely is gone too long; but “In The End, It Doesn’t Even Matter”...Chado Pare (in a perfect Punjabi accent)

It’s just a compilation of some song titles I’ve been listening to these days, you can comment some of your favourite songs and we could turn that into a sick song.

*Alexa play the “Jailhouse Rock”, please*

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Manashree Dhar

A homo-sapien made of carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, a pinch of potassium, who loves art in all forms and delivers long harangue about the mysteries of a mind.