Years pass and the pencil-lines on your wall span your whole life history. 5’1 had a fight with a very close friend, 5’4 failed in chemistry, 5’6 directed a school play and 5’11 grown up and graduated. Then comes your time to experience life outside the safety bubble of your school, say goodbye to people you’ve known for ten years, find a good high-school, get into heated arguments with your parents over what you want to study and let the fear of following the wrong path grow. But, I guess, the most important thing you learn from those lines is that life is always about letting go. Growing up is all about waving your hand to the things that mean that most to you, you work your whole life for something just to have it taken away.


When I was young, I had everything—good friends when I went to school, a good-family when I came back and infinite things to learn about. Now, up-tight and smart, I’ve lost my brother to the promise-land and am about to lose my friends too. “We’ll keep in touch, don’t worry,” they tell me, but keeping-in-touch is never easy when you have so many distractions. You worry about making friends, about subjects, about work, about finances which leave no time for a lost friend.


As a child, I never thought I would be losing the people close to me. As a child, colleges didn’t exist, huge winged machines were ‘only in the sky’ and foreign lands were alien.
All of my friends are going away, some to this part of America while others to that part of America and I’m the only one staying behind. I know they feel the same way as I do, if not for me, for others flying off with them. But I guess that’s one of the greatest things you learn from growing up—the ability to cope, even after everything has turned against you, after everything feels like it’s falling apart. You always go on.


I went to receive my brother at the airport the other day, full of excitement on finally getting to meet him after three years. On walking down the lane towards the Arrival, I saw people teary-eyed, waving goodbye to their family and joyous faces embracing their loved ones, I remembered the time when I was the one waving goodbye and here I was, a huge grin on my face. I never thought growing up would be this difficult, would involve so many things bigger than me and involve so many feelings. I would always wish I was older when I was young, always wished I could be someone bigger so that people would take me seriously but now that the final pencil-line has been carved, there is no going back. Sometimes, you get what you always wanted; you get what you’d wished for all those years only to miss out on what you leave behind. Be it the school you’d spent you childhood in, the people you grew up with or the magic of being innocent to all the evils of the world.