Another Year Gone

By Aayra Singh

It's a windy winter night. January just ended and it does not feel like the new year at all. It is as if you were 12 just the other day, chasing falling kites out of the sky. The air that smelt of freshly roasted peanuts still in their shell next to the society bonfire has faded into a distant memory. No one told you adulting would be like walking on a pile of sharp edged nails. The songs to which you danced carefree once upon a time now hit the nerves in

every corner of your body. There are days of overwhelming tornadoes within, consuming you whole and there are days of absolute numbness. As you are drowning in vexing thoughts, a waft of chilly breeze gives you goosebumps through a thin overall you have on. Shivering you look up at the half moon illuminating the sky amidst billions of stars. "Shallow" plays on your Spotify and all of a sudden you realise you do not recognise yourself anymore.

By Aayra Singh