If i could travel back in time,
I would go to my childhood memories that were not pleasant and good like yours
I was like you,but not one of you.
The toy which i used to play was blade, not toys.
My biggest fear was not fallings, but i was afraid of the punishments i would get.
I did not want to go to madarsa, but for the dance classes.
There were lot of friends, but they were not mine.
I didn't bunk classes, i was there in the class sitting under the desk.
Coming home never excited me,
I was the girl who walked down the street in school dress
I slept in the corner of the bed, and not between my parents
The air was full of depression and darkness.
But one day, It was dawn.
I wrote down about each and everything on a piece of paper.
Maybe something i was desperate of speaking,
That was never convincing to others
The pages were full
But the heart was empty.
And walking past the boulevards i found the peace of my life.
Writing gave me a new life.
It was not able to erase every pain, but the cure was their in my hand.
Life no longer seemed sorted,
But my ink had been.
Little did I know about my hidden talent,
Maybe i was writing my autobiography again.