Was this the idea of growing up?
No, I mean, remember when we all were young and the teacher asked about who wants to become who, we all were so boastful and proud?
Like, that soccer-cut boy in the class stood tall and claimed to be next Ronaldo while that nerd? He wanted to go to NASA for research.
And and that girl? The prettiest of them all? The one who had immense brains, in her high pitch voice, she claimed to be leading India at the Miss World competition?
All those astronauts, actors, cricketers, footballers, writers, photographers- TO BE, are hustling in some college or working 9-5 at a place where they do not really relate to!
Was this the idea of growing up? No, I mean, wasn't the father the hero of childhood who carried supreme wisdom? Wasn't the world lied in the hugs of the mother and blessings of the elder sister? But when did it all change? When did my own father became an irritating figure to me and mother became annoying? When did it happen that I dislike talking to my own sister?
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