I am back to pen it down, when I say “pen it”, I mean everything that’s been happening. It’s a mixed emotion of fear and despair hitting my heart as I start to write. Few things are so hard to say, not because I’m afraid but I really don‘t know how to express, so I made my mind to share my blog.
The clock stroke half past seven. My eyes were half opened; I forced myself to stay awake.
‘Wake up, or else you are going to be late today too’, a loud voice got me back to reality. It was my Mother.
‘Mum! It’s just 7:30, don’t you think it’s too early for a teenager?’ I murmured in a drowsy tone.
I got reminded of the resolution I make every morning, that is to be punctual to office.
I know those of you who know me inside out, would laugh for the statement I made.
Alright I was not kidding; I woke up as soon as my mind continued to repeat my pledge like a stuck record.
It was around 9:30 a.m. I reached my workplace. Everything went on like a day-day activity, but there was something unusual about my thoughts; concerning to my future, my passion- my writing was wandering around my head. I always wished to be a writer, but I always had these questions posed as to ‘how am I going to make it up? ‘, ‘am I kicking around my time doing nothing?’, ‘is it too late to achieve?’, or, ‘is it wrong to think about?’
For those, who have got the answer for my question, please share your thoughts and views.
