We carry our inner child with us wherever we venture. I am not talking about pregnancy. I am talking about our personality which is carefree, innocent and selfless. We try to hold on to as much as we can. We are refined children who have become victims of life by lust for power and money. Still, some characteristics do not change with time. We do mask it with multiple faces. Science might call it genetics. However, we hold on to it tightly in a hope to relish the precious moments. As it happens, life does has other plans and forces us to break the shell. This was the day when I lost mine without realising the implications of it. The kick was so hard that it was reeling for days. I struggled to get a hold of it, but it did not give me time to blink an eye nor gasp for breath.
The fatal phone call came during the early hours of the morning. The words which echoed in my ears creeps me out even until today. I was lost and clueless. I had less than ten minutes to decide if I was gonna break or become stronger. I did not have space or time to analyse the pros and cons. Stifling the sorrow which engulfed me, I stood firm as I rallied from pillar to post to reserve it. It did not change. Later, I realised that I something on that day in addition to other things. I lost the child in me. It was the day I grew up.
The fatal phone call came during the early hours of the morning. The words which echoed in my ears creeps me out even until today. I was lost and clueless. I had less than ten minutes to decide if I was gonna break or become stronger. I did not have space or time to analyse the pros and cons. Stifling the sorrow which engulfed me, I stood firm as I rallied from pillar to post to reserve it. It did not change. Later, I realised that I something on that day in addition to other things. I lost the child in me. It was the day I grew up.
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