once again you proved me wrong

Zuki sounds pretty good, yeah my grandfather had given me this name. Zuki depicts the moon, he might think I'll be as beautiful as the moon or perhaps shine like the moon whatever I'm just opposite to both of his expectations. Bullet train-like life had never given me chance to do so. the journey of mine from home to office and from office to this city in search of stories for news reporting freaks me out. However, I don't like this fast-paced life much, yet I want to stay like this. I've never left myself alone since I know the people. although I do conversations with them because being a journalist it is my duty. I am afraid of solitude because it drives me back through the past, making me feel abandoned and ditched. Not that I'm talking about relationships but others also still my memories and dreams take me seven years back where I can feel it just happened yesterday. That summer naans in the playground, school bell, and winter assemblies where I used to be late daily. I still remember the foot sounds in corridors and stairs. What occurred in these seven years I know nothing exactly but I can still remember the feeling of seven years ago. Sometimes you left the people behind but not their memories.