It was the time just before lockdown. I wasn't baffled in the tangled web of fears and insecurities yet. I completed my tenth grade. I was strong. I was ambitious. But I wasn't complete. I didn't judge anything and things around me looked beautiful. I never faced a crisis before and I thought I was right and perfect. Back then, my biggest question about myself was whether I am idealistic or an optimistic realist.
As a kid I dreamt what I could become and passed those dreams to what I am now. The transformation from a kid into a man who can stay upto his responsibilities does not entirely occur at the age of eighteen but occurs in patches from the beginning of high school. It is a crucial time as we come to know about the bitter truths about ourselves and everything around us. And for sure it is not an easy time to pass. Unexpected circumstances due to the pandemic made it more critical. My hold on things slowly faded away during the initial lockdown period. Time flew like a gust and i was busy putting my life behind my excuses. It is painful to watch oneself slowly disintegrate from...