When you grow up the first thing u want is your childhood. I longs for it. Everyone do.
Wearing the school uniform was a trauma during my school days- just the usual stuff, the things that tangled my brain! The braiding of hair, those socks, ties! Y the hell couldn't the teachers n principal wear them? And y couldn’t we enjoy the colorful dresses they got to wear?
I was barely 16 then. It was vacation time. The board exams went well, hopefully, my luck followed my hard work, and being a middle-bencher, a first-class result was the best I could have hoped for. During those times, board exams appeared even bigger than climbing the Himalyas. Huh, just a part of drama, later did i realise.
The days were too restless, boring n tiring. Holy shit! When your parents r wrking, it’s the least you could expect- stale parathas n cold coffee. But not in my case-I never bothered with those things, never! My routine was to wake up at 2 in the afternoon n sleep at 7 at nyt. When u love your bed more than your food, no wonder! The bed was my solid companion, always. In English class, The Diary of Anne Frank made me want to write those diary stuffs, but it was just a one-day thing. The initial enthusiasm would drain off, and my bed would pull me back in.
Back then, it was all about being unbothered by what was next. Days of being numb, dumb n adding to the unemployment rate in economics lol. After all, those were the days spent stressing over sine, cosine n other functions that I never found useful till today. Did ya? Hopefully its a no I guess.
At the time, I didn’t have a touch phone, not even a dialing one. The stuffs that would pop up on tv- Shahrukh Khan’s and Arijit Singh’s songs. But whatever, above all, I w'd not stay waiting for a film to finish. My sleep would always call me. And being gifted with sleep was what I was best at.
Those are all memories now.
Days changed, and you become more suffocated. Healthy competition grew wild, wild enough to bring stress. No longer could you enjoy sleeping without worrying about what’s next. No longer could you sleep without thinking, Is there anything I can survive with the next day? No longer c'd you trust people blindly. Now, I wish for those uniforms, braids, and those bed days......when u could sleep in peace.
Being vulnerable at times- over the realization that no more you are that girl who could swift in between your parents bed. You are grown, grown up to be a mother. It's natural, yet its painful.
Wearing the school uniform was a trauma during my school days- just the usual stuff, the things that tangled my brain! The braiding of hair, those socks, ties! Y the hell couldn't the teachers n principal wear them? And y couldn’t we enjoy the colorful dresses they got to wear?
I was barely 16 then. It was vacation time. The board exams went well, hopefully, my luck followed my hard work, and being a middle-bencher, a first-class result was the best I could have hoped for. During those times, board exams appeared even bigger than climbing the Himalyas. Huh, just a part of drama, later did i realise.
The days were too restless, boring n tiring. Holy shit! When your parents r wrking, it’s the least you could expect- stale parathas n cold coffee. But not in my case-I never bothered with those things, never! My routine was to wake up at 2 in the afternoon n sleep at 7 at nyt. When u love your bed more than your food, no wonder! The bed was my solid companion, always. In English class, The Diary of Anne Frank made me want to write those diary stuffs, but it was just a one-day thing. The initial enthusiasm would drain off, and my bed would pull me back in.
Back then, it was all about being unbothered by what was next. Days of being numb, dumb n adding to the unemployment rate in economics lol. After all, those were the days spent stressing over sine, cosine n other functions that I never found useful till today. Did ya? Hopefully its a no I guess.
At the time, I didn’t have a touch phone, not even a dialing one. The stuffs that would pop up on tv- Shahrukh Khan’s and Arijit Singh’s songs. But whatever, above all, I w'd not stay waiting for a film to finish. My sleep would always call me. And being gifted with sleep was what I was best at.
Those are all memories now.
Days changed, and you become more suffocated. Healthy competition grew wild, wild enough to bring stress. No longer could you enjoy sleeping without worrying about what’s next. No longer could you sleep without thinking, Is there anything I can survive with the next day? No longer c'd you trust people blindly. Now, I wish for those uniforms, braids, and those bed days......when u could sleep in peace.
Being vulnerable at times- over the realization that no more you are that girl who could swift in between your parents bed. You are grown, grown up to be a mother. It's natural, yet its painful.
