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LIFE OF AN INTROVERT

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HAIL THE TEEN

8:00 AM

Down the memory lane -

It was spring.Not that sterotypical one.

There was no sign at all.The bookish description failed as much.

I was waiting outside being dressed up in school uniform.The school bus delayed for about 10 mins..

I boarded ..The bus took off ...24 mins passed by ..Reached to the destination...I was a middle schooler then... Was not fond of going to school everyday ... Especially not about waking up in the dawn...My mom was the person whose stick could remind me of those days of being beaten up for not waking up on scheduled time..

Morning showers , shivering body and mom's hand made sandwitch-ish asian food

I could recall every single moment of my pre-adolescent period...

The Liveliest

The Immaculate

The Freedom

The Euphoria

I hope you have understood...

That was the most happiest charismatic period of my life ...And yours too...I know..

I am getting NOSTALGIC..

I was the kid who was some of the naughtiest one in my class.I used to sit on the last bench.My benchmate was a girl whose lap was my head-seat. I know you might be probably thinking of how a middle schooler get this much of romanticism!

I did not exactly know what love was and is ,till now....Still goes tangetially to my head..

I was little bit vitiated by my own imagination ..From taking nap in the classes to making art of the teachers was my daily routine.

Kind of oblivious about the fact that I used to top in the class.

Once the topper , always the topper.

This proverb did not work for me.

The more you age , the better competitive ambience creates a transparent loophole which you dive in but never return...

There is only one sherpa who climbed Mount Everest first...But still he is not known to the outer world...

Even you have taken the first step , you do not get acknowledged in the first place.

I was one of a kind..

Btw the irresistible urge to be a topper got me more and more towards the RAT RACE..

The praise by my relatives was one of the factors..That race began but never stopped till now...

I wasn't aware of the fact that it had grasped so tight with its unbearable claws that I was not capable of getting out of it..