Friday, April 29, 2011

This is one of my earliest stories... It's uncompleted. :B

When someone important leaves you, it feels like a hole in your gum where a tooth falls out. You can
chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth around but your tongue would still go back to the
hole, where the nerves are still a little raw.

I could still remember the crash. A very unfortunate car crash. One that would change my life so very
differently. So long ago, yet still etched freshly in my mind like it was only yesterday.

Exactly 10 years ago, when that young and foolish me was still burning with vigour like fresh coal
into the furnace on Christmas Eve, I was trapped in a body that wanted to explore more on the social
privileges of being an adult. So being the dare-devil that I am, I set out to explore, from the deepest
trenches of the night life, to the adrenaline junkie of the 20th Century.

I was still so young then, only at the age of 18, but growing up in a large family with 8 younger
siblings, I decided to take the risk and start living my own life. What a poor choice that was.

Since when I was young, I was trained, whether knowingly or not, that you have to fight for what
you want to get. Growing up in the family taught me that life is a battle of the fittest, prey versus
predator. This was a silent and unspoken rule. A rule acknowledged by all, whether in the family or
in school.

Being the eldest means you have to usually give, and let the younger ones take. That statement
itself explains all that is happening in the family. Like how I was only able to study and complete my
primary education, whereas all the others would finish high school.

I could no longer take the chauvinistic set of parents that I had. They were completely biased, and
spent their time either working their butts off or taking care of my younger siblings. What was I
doing? I was doing the same job, almost like a third parent. Despite being young, I also had to work.
On my 15th birthday, I could no longer take it. I ran away from home.

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