Chapter 1. I'm still a Child

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Another morning added with eyes full of sleep in them, but its 10 o'clock already, have to wake up. Removing blanket reluctantly filling nostrils with petrichor, its almost monsoon yes another monsoon added to this monotonous life of mine. Last month only I became 10 years old and it seems to me that I'm completely an adult.

"Get up you lazy girl, how many times do I have to tell you this is wrong? if you continue like this what disgrace you'll bring on my name.." and she continues with increasing pitch of words and amplitude to make them count and the only variation that could be found in my regular morning alarm, oops my mother's speech is when her voice fluctuates with the emotions that crosses in between when she speaks of my future or of our family's present. This is the time of me hugging her and she just kiss on my fore head with a warning but, this time in jovial manner "mind yourself". With her imprint on my forehead like a tilak I began my day.

My aunt looking at me while I busy brushing my teeth avoiding her glance, at regular like a favourite delicasy, have to hear her thrashing whether I've done anything or not. Since last month there's a new addition to her hitting mind, deafing ear statements- that I never listen, my ears have adapted to her voice a bouncing shield, they goes back as they comes out from her mouth, but she now says me that I'm big - big to learn things and understand. She find topic out of anything to give me a lecture on it for hours as for now as I'm 10 year old her speeches make me think I'm older than her. But I'm still a child just like those playing outside on the streets.

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