Life without chocolates

Holding my papa’s hand, making my way through

the crowded bazaar, taking those baby steps not knowing what the future holds for me. Awestruck by the colorful balloons sold by the near-by vendor while my roving eyes rest upon people’s bewildered expressions trying to unsolve their puzzle. Tiny drop of sweat breaking on an old man’s forehead makes me think of the pain and the agony he might be going through. The smile on my friend’s face reflects how much he is enjoying his new bike ride. These are some of the vivid memories which reminds of my observant nature back then. Looking back at my childhood days, I reminisce about the era gone by so quickly-a phase so serene, pure, innocent and above all no tensions about the hectic life ahead. The hypocritical attitudes of people, back stabbing friends and the social dogma faced by us 24/7 exasperates the little child hidden in me. Every step taken is scrutinized under the scanner of many wandering eyes. Are we answerable to strangers for every liberal decision we make? Or should we have a clandestine relationship with our real self? Should we think before we speak our mind or wear a mask that might help to please others but not ourselves? Well, in a way even I was not sure of my real identity at one point till a guiding force guided me he said “you are a strong person I know why are you waiting for others to take your decisions…you know what you are capable of ....go ahead make your own decisions choose your own life…this will me make you stronger..”. he is an angel sent from above and he is none other my own brother….

Pooja