Growing up
I know I haven’t written anything in a long time. I’d get this instinctive impulse to write something, and I would sit down and conjure up some pseudo intriguing opening line and then... crickets. Nothing but an empty space. My exams came and went by, and all I remember is sitting down with my books for hours on end and drawing a blank when the time came.
And then the good lord brought about my much-awaited holidays, and I was just about to let the pleasure of nothingness sink-in, when I felt a hand grip my throat and push me back into reality.
Placements in July. I am expected to get a job in the real world in a month and be a grown-up. I feel like I should know all the answers, and yet I'm still asking questions. I’m supposed to own an apartment, make my own coffee and pay my own bills. I have never written a cheque before in my life. I have a licence, but I’m yet to summon enough courage to drive a real car on a real road. Heck, I manage to get into an accident on a bumper-car!
I’m not ready to be done with college in a year and get my act together. I feel like it was just a month ago that I walked into this huge campus thinking these will be the most defining years in my life. In some ways, it really was.
I’m still living in the plastic bubble of comfort built by my family and friends. I just hope that when I step out of it, I don’t run out of oxygen.
And then the good lord brought about my much-awaited holidays, and I was just about to let the pleasure of nothingness sink-in, when I felt a hand grip my throat and push me back into reality.
Placements in July. I am expected to get a job in the real world in a month and be a grown-up. I feel like I should know all the answers, and yet I'm still asking questions. I’m supposed to own an apartment, make my own coffee and pay my own bills. I have never written a cheque before in my life. I have a licence, but I’m yet to summon enough courage to drive a real car on a real road. Heck, I manage to get into an accident on a bumper-car!
I’m not ready to be done with college in a year and get my act together. I feel like it was just a month ago that I walked into this huge campus thinking these will be the most defining years in my life. In some ways, it really was.
I’m still living in the plastic bubble of comfort built by my family and friends. I just hope that when I step out of it, I don’t run out of oxygen.
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