Sitting here after a long time took me back to those teenage days, when this place used to be my hangout place in home before she got my own room. She’d sit here with a book (no phone since got one after went to college) with songs from amma’s phone along the vehicle sound from road opposite.
      She was always a daydreamer, at least a story with two different plot comes to my mind each day. Sometimes she played it on my own as me the female lead though she do it too but only in my mind.
         Suddenly everything came like a flashback, she really changed in six years. Her favourites aren’t the same, not even her the same anymore. It was kind of healing but kinda depressing because this isn’t the one she had thought she’d ever be. Yet don’t know if this twist is for good or not, but happy that she’s not anymore that girl who had limited dreams and thoughts which never that little town and it’s surrounding.
          Maybe she never achieved anything (past me) thought that day, but learned even more than she thought, experienced alot and realised life isn’t as easy as she daydreamed. Now she know nothing is limited until you decide, your world is in your hands. Big if you dream big, or small the otherwise. Never gonna lie, 15 year old really dreamt of meeting “the one” and living happily with him is the only happiest thing. Believed sacrificing self respect, changing the way I was to please someone is the kindest thing one does and happy that she’s not her now.
             She wants people to be by her side, she accented everything they said but not anymore. She got her voice, identity so she won’t let anyone to look down on her. She no more cares about anyone else to stay other than the few ones who proved themselves to be with her no matter what. She’s happy with them. Smile. She stood up and walked inside.