Meeting some relatives after a
long time of whom she is not even sure of, they usually say, “Kal hi ki baat
lagti h, kitni choti si thi tum. Aur ab dekho kitni badi ho gayi. (It seems
like a thing of yesterday when you were a small kid. And now see, how much you
have grown up.) No. It wasn’t a thing of yesterday. She hasn’t grown in 1-2
days. Nobody does. She is living her last teen and it really took that much
time to reach here. On 8th August 1997 at 1:16pm, one
bloomy afternoon, a crying baby girl of the size equal to a medium-sized
pizza lying over her mumma’s lap happily and heedlessly and unknown of
everything and everyone with her daddy caressing her forehead fondly
to now, she has learnt to make them smile. From crawling on her knees to
dancing in heels, she has endured heights. From stealing siblings’ chocolates
and candies, she now plans surprises and gifts for them. It truly took 19 years
to get here. All the lessons the life taught her. All the situations she has
experienced. She knows living beings out there will judge her. But that doesn’t
matter. It’s their job. They are doing it awfully good. They will suppress her.
They will encourage her. They will comment on her. They will remain silent.
They will fight for her. They will fight against her. All she needs to do is
shout out on herself, for herself. Fear is what she needs to win over and fight
against. It’s not the fear of world. But it’s the fear of running from life.
Fear of being lost. Fear of getting disheartened. From having tiny little hands
to big palms, her foot now fit into daddy’s shoes. From drawing irrelevant
things on walls to assuring her sketch book’s safety, she has gotten the winds
of importance of things. Fighting over to remain silent and vice versa, being
both submissive and a leader are crucial. One day everything will make sense.
She’ll always be an amateur, ‘cause learning never ends.
Life is not Transformations,
instead Transformations make Life. Once a failure is now a sophomore.
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