The first words

I sit here in the middle of the night, just to realise the vast variations of time and its intensity.From a small town, where big towns were just in my thoughts and imaginations, I now live in one of the busiest cities of the world, working out how to cope up with the thoughts that just concern ideas, leaving behind any humanity.They say they are aware, live life in their own best way, but after analysing this way of life for more than a year, I can just find them fulfilling their own selfish needs.

About two years ago, I lived in a world, where everything seemed perfect, heading in the right direction, but all of a sudden I realised that I was destined to do something quite different from what my friends were heading towards. My experiences have made me an independent individual which I am definitely quite content about, but there is something special I am definitely missing on. The innocence of doing everything without the need and understanding of it, the freedom of being able to lie late in the bed thinking of fairies coming my way, the anxiety of meeting dad every evening when he parked his bike in front of the gate after long office hours, the happiness of seeing mum cooking the yummiest dinner on earth, the anger of watching my younger sister doing everything of her choice, the winning spirit when grandma gave me the biggest portion of water melon and definitely those sleepless nights and the sneaking in of mum to try her best to make me sleep and get off those novels.....

(A salute to my childhood, that was made awesome by my wonderful family!)