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Friendly Addiction: Unlimited Interactions

  In life, we get all kinds of friends, some close, some closer, some strangers, some travelers. In my experience, at one point in my life, I had more than 500 friends, during my school days back in Carmel Convent School, Hamirpur, Rourkela. My parents would constantly see me getting phone calls, and visitors independent of their demographics.      My father would smile and say, "Jenny, are you an IAS officer?, that you get so many calls in a day?" . I used to laugh in response and say, "Paa, they all want me to solve their problems, and I love the attention".     How did this happen?, it didn't happen when I started school, trust me, I was really shy, hardly talking and surprisingly even my teachers in kindergarten had escalated issues, stating that I don't even show classwork to teachers during the class. I was the youngest, in my father's family and I had a total of 6 elder cousins to look upto, including my elder brother. When I started school...

Scared

Sweating the last drop..
He drags himself.
To the corner of the shelf..
Heart beats faster.
Getting short of breath.
He has to fight death..
Unknowingly alive.
After a deep dark dive.
The room getting darker..
But that isn’t scarier.
As long as there isn’t a tall shadow.
On the wall that swallows.
Making it hard to see..
Making it harder to break free.
His bruised knee..
Urging to flee.
As his body trembles.
Tightening the shake within..
Finding a way to a never ending win.
There lies the key..
Opening to the vast sea.
Emptiness wallows..
Shouting gets unheard..
Until ears ask him to stop being absurd.
There’s a leap.
That gets steep.
A final weep.
With sunset running away..
The moon shines..
Glistening his cry for a while..
With a sudden stop..
Fear ceases..
The breathing eases.
*Dedicated to the children who are tortured by wrong doers until they stop fighting back one day.

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