Becoming, Unbecoming, and Everything In Between
It was all one storey back then. I often find myself wondering what they must have changed. I remember there was a big tree on the way to our canteen. I wonder if it’s still standing strong, still offering shade to children who don’t yet know they’ll one day miss that very walk. I heard they built a new classroom along the way. Does it still carry the same colors it did when we were there? Sometimes nostalgia comes like a sudden wave. It doesn’t knock. It just arrives, and I have no choice but to sit down and write. Late, but happy Holi, everyone. I didn’t realize it had been over a month since my last post. Every time I feel the urge to write, when emotions spill over and beg to be heard, I get distracted by life. By the things that demand time and attention. (By cooking and eating, mostly. I am exhausted, trust me.) I saw videos of my school friends recently. Every time I watch them, I sit there thinking about how we were as children. I just can’t get past the realization that we are...
