Sunday, 12 January 2020

The day I stopped being...

There is a straight 7 year patch in my life that I hate to revisit. 14 to 21.
I just wished sincerely at times that these years never ever happened in my life.

I met someone last week and that reminded me of my wars at 17.

I have only one line to describe that war. Live your life around 1200 people who resented you for 4 years- continuously. Imagine- no home. Just this jail. And 4 years of resentment. And 1200 students. Teaching and the non teaching staff- from sweepers to the top guy. Every. Single. One.

Against this one- Me.

I stopped being. 

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