Flashback

By Anika Rahul Sahni

I look at the white door and think twice before entering it,

It takes me away from the fact that happiness lies within a

home and not a house. I try a lot to make this premise, nice

and mine but this will always be a fact for me and not

something I will ever relate to.

The white door holds the most murkiest memories a child

would ever want to embrace . It stands for me as flashbacks

of shivers passing through my spine, of fairy tales being

replaced by blabberings, of fear of losing someone close to me

out of rage, of sitting there and being unable to stop the

wrong doings and above all watching the home that I once

belonged to turning into a house which can picture nothing but

darkness.

By Anika Rahul Sahni