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time is slipping through...

i guess we all feel that it was just yesterday when we were just a sweet and innocent kid. i used to be so delighted by the number of greetings cards i received on new year. friendship was so easy then. conversations with my parents would revolve around complaining about the cartoon character which used to trouble my favourite character. with my cousins, the only argument i did was about them eating chocolates without even offering a bite to me. academic scores didn't really matter much then.


life used to be so much better. i didn't have to force myself to come out of my comfort zone and interact with people. i didn't have to force myself to smile at some random relatives. how innocently i used to shed tears only to get some attention from my brother! the words 'betray' or 'back stab' were so unknown to me. i didn't have any idea about competition back then. despite anyone saying anything bad, i would never suffer through inferiority complex. 


but today, when reality hits hard, i realise that i have really come a long way. just after a few years, i will be stepping into my adulthood. this thing scares me to hell. the moment i realise how much things have already changed and how things will continue to change, it gives me goosebumps. 


not only the thought of how shall I adapt to new situations haunt me but also the thought of losing some of my beloved ones make my eyes moist. as i am growing up, all my beloved ones are also growing, or i shall rather say that they are growing old. and despite whatever the last argument had been between me and them, i just can't really prepare myself for the day when they will bid their final goodbye to me.


we all know that things are not going to be easy. but still we all try to live in the present. without thinking much about our 20s and 30s, we try to enjoy our present age. but somedays when i lie on my bed as a sleep deprived psycho, staring at the ceiling, a thought just peeks into my mind- "how fast did time went by and when did i really grow up?"


@_arushmita_

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  1. Someone.October 11, 2022 at 7:11 AM

    Your writing depicts the feelings of many people who always longed to get back to their childhood days. really wonderful conception about the inner turmoil in different age groups which people face.

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