I don't know if i am gifted or cursed with a curious brain. As a thought enters my brain, it spreads like a wild fire, and keeps on roaming around until my brain has reached the depths of it. Today, the thought that is responsible for waking me up in the middle of night to write this is "What is i had a normal life". I am not sure that i can even define a normal life, but if i were to give a close enough estimation then i would be something like being born normal, with a healthy set of lungs, a 6/6 vision. Not having to take a lot of medicines, living a normal life.
I wonder sometimes what would happen if one was given the power to write one's own story, and by that i am not referring to an autobiography. As William Shakespeare said "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts ". The thought of what might my life be like if i was given the chance to write my own life story intrigues me.
I have been living at this place for almost an year now. I have had a good run, but lately i have started having problems with my room-mate. I prefer that one is at least considerate about others comfort. His lifestyle revolves around himself... Works late till night, comes back at around 12 and expects that ill be up till then.
I remember back in school i used to keep a diary, keep a log almost every day as to what new thing happened. I hoped to read the stuff i wrote, but lost the Diaries during shifting. When i started College, i started re-writing my stories. Its been a while and i have a couple of them. Both from my School life and my college life. I stopped writing once i completed my bachelors degree until now.
The Story so far,
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