Wait.. Hold on..
She doesn't know where she lost the things that she had decided to hold on to as a... (whoever she was 6-7 years back).
Where is that letter from her friend contemplating life at an age of 15. It's a perspective she would like to remind herself of again.
Where is the 2 paged essay that she had written during an English assignment about her Chemistry teacher , who'd inspired her a lot, with every word of hers. "To Maa'm, with Love".
Where are the journals full of every little incident, comments , compliments, humiliation and feeling of love/hatred or indifference for all that she had known. Full of life.
Where is the 1st sketch that she made of a poster that she had in her room. She was thrilled it actually looked like the original poster, or so she thought. She's lost the thrill.
She is trying to find the ability to categorize things as wrong or right, not necessarily related to someone else, but herself. When and where did she lose the ability to judge.
Why do all colors look gray. Why isn't black black and white white anymore. Why has diplomacy taken over her honesty and clarity.
The excitement in the wait of a yearly festival, to meet all those you loved, to get a new dress, to play in the swings with her cousins, to celebrate life every now and then.
Why doesn't the yearly festival bring the same kind of excitement. Is it her or everyone else has moved on, and she's left there alone.
Why has she given up on being unselfish, loving, giving, helpful, and even when she is all these things, why is there a guilt of these being not true.
How is it that she had a clear view earlier and now everything is hazy.
She's trying to hold on now. As all of us need to hold on to something or the other, which brings us happiness. We never feel the need of what we already have and we let go of it. We always want something else. Letting go of everything we have, looking for something else, leaves us with nothing. So, stop for a second, wait..right there..and Hold on.
Where is that letter from her friend contemplating life at an age of 15. It's a perspective she would like to remind herself of again.
Where is the 2 paged essay that she had written during an English assignment about her Chemistry teacher , who'd inspired her a lot, with every word of hers. "To Maa'm, with Love".
Where are the journals full of every little incident, comments , compliments, humiliation and feeling of love/hatred or indifference for all that she had known. Full of life.
Where is the 1st sketch that she made of a poster that she had in her room. She was thrilled it actually looked like the original poster, or so she thought. She's lost the thrill.
She is trying to find the ability to categorize things as wrong or right, not necessarily related to someone else, but herself. When and where did she lose the ability to judge.
Why do all colors look gray. Why isn't black black and white white anymore. Why has diplomacy taken over her honesty and clarity.
The excitement in the wait of a yearly festival, to meet all those you loved, to get a new dress, to play in the swings with her cousins, to celebrate life every now and then.
Why doesn't the yearly festival bring the same kind of excitement. Is it her or everyone else has moved on, and she's left there alone.
Why has she given up on being unselfish, loving, giving, helpful, and even when she is all these things, why is there a guilt of these being not true.
How is it that she had a clear view earlier and now everything is hazy.
She's trying to hold on now. As all of us need to hold on to something or the other, which brings us happiness. We never feel the need of what we already have and we let go of it. We always want something else. Letting go of everything we have, looking for something else, leaves us with nothing. So, stop for a second, wait..right there..and Hold on.
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