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December, 2008. For the majority of the world, It will be an ordinary day, but
for me and for my family, this day changed my life.
The much
loved head of my family, my grandfather, died of a heart attack this day. He
was just 63. His departure came as a big shock to all of us because my
grandfather was as fit as anyone else we knew but also because of what it now
meant for our life.
Now days, if
I ever reflect my life before my eyes, I see that I think of it in two
different phases. AD and WD, After Dada (grandfather in hindi) and with him.
Let’s now go
back, say, about six years.
Six years ago,
I was ten years old, an athlete, a sport person, a skinny yet tall child and
most of all, I always smiled.
Now, in the
present time, I will hit sixteen in the winter, I am a book worm, a wanna be
writer, an overweight girl, short for her age and the worst thing of all, I don’t
know how to smile.
Six years
ago, I was the person whom everyone wanted to be with.
Now, I am
the person always available in need.
Six years
ago, I was over out spoken, and was never afraid to voice my opinions.
Now, I cant
even speak properly. I stutter, stammer, mix up word and have a permanent case
of a bad throat. Even worse, now I apply myself the way I think people would
like me to be.
Six years
ago, I had so many friends that it was difficult to keep the number straight. I
was funny, lively always active.
Now, I have
well over a thousand friends but none of them truly know me. Now I am serious,
a neatness freak, and am always hoping that I would be involved in something
larger than me.
Six years
ago, I was innocent. I dreamed every day and I dreamed every night and in my
heart, I believed that I could be whoever I wanted to be.
Now, I know
that the world is not so easy and I have seen both the good and the bad it has
to offer and I chose the good.
Six years
ago, I loved listening to stories.
Now, I love
making them myself.
Six years ago,
I was a wild child getting kicked out of schools whom most mistook for a boy.
Now, I am
the presentation of a good student and am about as respectful as any aristocrat.
Six years
ago, I loved my world and hated any change.
Now I can’t
help but make one.
Six years
ago, I was nobody important.
Now, I hope
to be.
