A Bundle Of Contradictions

It started off as an innocent call from one of my mom’s oldest friends. 
Let me stage the scene for you, dear reader. 
It was around ten in the night. I was deeply immersed in my studies, cramming for the exam the very next day. My mom was lying on the 2004-era sofa and chatting with her old friend. 
Then suddenly, my mom spoke to me, breaking me out of my reverie, “There’s a website called Internshala where you get to apply for internships during the summer.” 
“Oh, I have an account there,” was my reply and I plunged into my books, frantically trying to memorize the gist of the whole chapter. 
“You know, V* Aunty said that doing internships is a good thing for summer.” Mom said, completely used to my last minute jittery behaviour. “You’ll get certificates and work experience – which will help you for better job offers and post-grad options.” 
“That sounds cool,” I noted. “I’ll definitely apply for one this summer.” 
And thus, dear reader, began Archie’s Great Internship Saga, Summer…

Languages - you love 'em, you loathe 'em but you can't live without 'em.  (You actually can't live without languages. Unless you're a silent movie actress or a miming artiste)
Let's face it, learning languages, perfecting pronunciations and fighting a gruesome war with the grammar can be extremely taxing. 
But somehow, readers, learning a new language is actually fun. I know what your reaction would be: Dear Archie, Were you dropped in your head when you were a toddler? We don't mean to be rude, but... ARE YOU ACTUALLY INSANE? HOW CAN YOU SAY LANGUAGES ARE FUN?!?! LANGUAGES ARE SO BORING! Much love, The readers who think you've lost your head. And my answer to that would be: Dear readers, No. I'm not insane. My parents actually had me tested when I was two. (But that was because I never spoke and people like my nursery teacher thought I was dumb and I suffered from Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder) (But the doctor who tested me said that…