My merciless childhood, had only one redeeming factor, my love for playing. I remember playing cricket with a tennis racket, playing table tennis on our dining table and the number of shuttlecocks we lost to the palm trees in front of our house which were shorter then (you might still find them stuck up there).
I think what October has taught me so far which I will remember forever, is that I am more resilient than I think I am.
Now I am strong enough to carry the weight of priorities beyond me, I am thinking about others.
I began hoping there was a vaccine for everything. Sometimes I was afraid I might contract something unknowingly.
Maybe pessimism is just a manifestation of high expectations. So whenever something good happens, it invariably becomes and anomaly.
Sometimes, I don't know what I am waiting for. It's because, there's only so much I can wait for in one single moment. By the time I am done deciding and picking something to wait for, the moment passes and I am left wondering once more.
I reached the summit of my disorders and it's time to start the climb down.
The oddest things are beginning to catch my attention once again, an inconsequential lyric, a new taste or a new shade in the sky. I am living in my own hyperreality.
Today morning I woke up in panic wondering what was lined up for the day, and I realised, absolutely nothing.
This past month I have felt a hundred emotions and I have so much to tell you all.