I miss her

Nostalgia - it’s a funny thing, isn’t it?

The naive 11-year old who thought life is all rainbows and sunshine, the one who thought ice cream makes everything okay, the one who didn’t care about who would judge her, and the one who wasn’t afraid to be herself in every situation- I miss her.

Her positive attitude towards everything made life better and easier to handle. In this day and age where every individual is hated for their choices, for being themselves, for doing what they want; optimism and positivity are hard to find. Ah, how I wish I could get her back. How I wish I could look at life the way she did, one day at a time, one problem at a time. Surrounded by all this pressure, stress, and anxiety, I lost myself. I wish I could build a time machine and relive the happy, cheerful times.

Sometimes I wonder how different life would be if that oblivious, innocent girl existed in this cruel and unsupportive world. Would she still be the same bright, happy-go-lucky person, or would this world get to her?

Maybe reality got to her and she grew up, or maybe that part of her had to be repressed. But at the end of the day, I still miss her.

Author: Achala Athreya

Editor: Akanksha Makhija

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