& so God took six days to create everything that he had to create. On the seventh day he was very serene. He sat with a good old bottle of Jack Daniels at the beach and plopped his front porch for all the good job that he did. Then,millions of years later as he still was working on his dream called creating ‘people’ distinctly for this country which he categorically likes to fill with a lot *that* kind,he had some garbage.Seeing that he created me as a form of divine trash!!
And I continue to live as the last of its kind.I shall turn nineteen tomorrow and with divine good wishes I shall carry with me to my next year some off-color bouts of fever.Hail birthday spirit!
From tomorrow onwards,I shall officially lose my right to throw tantrums that can be simply passed off with a remark ‘it’s her age.’
I shall be losing my teenagehood or whatever that is, though I still look like I can pass off as a preadult querulous kid.
I shall have to hide my buoyancy in almost everything with a pessimistic authenticity about the world where I comment on almost everything with a oh-i-know-about-this-too nod and continue with a see- how-the-world-is-changing kind of a sigh.
I am now officially supposed to act mature like, answer politely to all questions thrown at me instead of answering with some badly deduced sarcasm. Anyway sarcasm doesn’t help anymore nowadays.
And yeah the impalpable look to almost all questions thrown at me will definitely have to go.
And so I shall enter a new decade of my life.
And I shall continue to live.Sigh!
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