Saurav

my life

Since the dawn of my life, I was all alone who had been engaged with the seatbelt to compete in the race of this long journey which passes so fast and never repeats. Physically, I was raised carefully till now but mentally the feelings were like the water soaked in the desert. Today after passing 17 laps of years through the beginning, a desire and idea hit me hard to express my hidden emotions in the form of text. The trophy of freedom might have taken me a long, long way if I hadn’t met my friends who are generous, sarcastic and bonded strongly. Every day I have the big bang of ideas bursting in my nous. Certainly, the loops of ideas roll over an instantaneous smile fades away after I noticed that idea need a lot of hardships to bear. That’s the degree of creativeness and laziness I possess. Every evening when I am with my clan of friends in the long carpet of greenery extended longer than football pitch by the bank of the river, I feel like the infinite blue sky is wrapping me with informal gossips steadily circulating through my ears, accompanied by the cold breeze at the climax of dawn and release of night, is providing me with stimuli of pleasure. Sometimes money seems more important, sometimes people seem more important. Collaborating these feelings I get, Money, people, and all the things are equally essential inappropriate amount. Beneath my red flesh and concrete white pillars of bone, half a kilogram heart and Brian holds millions of feelings, emotions and knowledge. Growing up as the telephone turns into iPhone, the memories became Stories of Instagram, Emotions became emojis and dating turn virtual, sex became nudes exchange, all I endure is the unexpressed love of family. With no visual memory of my papa, no presence of mom, a day-off in a month from the hostel and unmanaged plans tightly compressed to be entertained in place of some weeks long. All these lines are the Preface I want to introduce about me and the emotions in this phase 2/7 of my whole life. After finishing high school and being back in my grandma’s home I am feeling a sense of uneasiness without a penny and the laziness wrapping me from all directions. Every time I feel like laziness is injected into my veins. The biggest and irresistible for tackling in everybody’s success is the laziness you bear. Though the idea of teaching haunted my mind I haven’t been able since who offers a job, as it's water in the functions. Sometimes I felt like a junkie dependent on somebody in the age where collective energy is at maximum in radar. The energy is only wasted on the puffs and talks I have enrolled through. The whole day long I showed up in my uncle’s shop as a calm down for my gluttonous mood with a plate of food on the hotel menu. Someday all I had in my body were water and smoke with venom like a tear, nicotine but still, it seems favourite and a ticket for friendship. Surfing through my Instagram and swiping right accidentally, a will to post a story arises within my senses. Then I wrote about my main problem but no one gives such interest. The line “Certainly and ending with the degree I possess” is the line I have written within a minute. Later that, night I wrote about the world or the situation I was in. Up to that my mobile had beep several times regarding the nice comments on my story. Though they were very short, they provide me with longer happiness. Some typed good ones while some texted nice and one humorously replied regarding the improvement of English with the three stories I’ve posted. the hangover was still on that morning and I was hopeless about what to do. I then started writing me but I hesitated. An hour later I continued and find myself delighted with the sentences and hidden emotions I carry. Then, I realized that I am capable of doing that. I showed it to some of my friends they replied ” I wish I could write like that” which widened my lips to portrait the joy I was on.