Blank Space
So hey, let’s be friends
Do you remember this song?
I think i grew up listening to her or Ariana for some reason. There was no pop culture significance, but still these names entered my household; it was a huge deal or importance of artists' art reach.
This chapter is a blank canvas as i don’t really remember much about childhood. What i can recall is holiday homework and that’s it. Rest of the information is just out of reach.
There is one Chand Sitare. What do you even call it? Snack?
Lets remember together,
Age 0–1 : Nil images in my mind, no stories.
Age 1–4 : The stories i shared in previous chapters
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Age 4–5 : should be in my pre-primary education, other than school names no information.
Age 5–6 : I should had been in primary class again, just the teacher whom i remember and the stories around the monkey man.
Age 6–7 : I was conscious, civil and on survival. I don’t have any memories which i can proudly flaunt here.
This chapter is proof that in life, sometimes we just live the life in autopilot and we have no control over it. I am living a life where everyday is a new day and soon i should be able to find the space to connect my past days to the memory and jot all of that down, once and for all.
This should serve as a homage to self-healing and rest that you deserve.
I will take your adios on the blank page of my life.
