memories

I have always been opinionated, I think I was born one and for the rest of the part, I didn’t exist. I was invisible and I liked it that way. I didn’t want unnecessary attention because with attention comes responsibility too, and I was never the responsible. The only responsible thing I did was to keep myself away from the public eye so that I do not have to be responsible.

Almost all my friends go “Aaw I miss my childhood, I miss my school, I miss this and that ” and I ask myself what do I miss about the past? The only thing I miss is TCV`s food specially “TCV BREAD LOAF”. I remember when I first got enrolled in TCV, that bread cost 1 rupee and 50 paise, today it cost 10 rupees-talk about inflation. That loaf of bread is supposed to feed three kids, it was enough to feed my stomach but never enough to feed my soul. I have volunteered to go around homes and call the kitchen duties to pick their breakfast breads from the school bakery, all in return for those bread crusts that accumulates at the bottom of the iron nets on which the breads are kept. And it tasted good and I savored it…