THE BLEEDING STITCHES

“   “Ma’am, here’s your coffee.”   Thanks. Espresso?   “Yes Ma’am and here are the project files you have to submit by midnight today.”   Ughhhh………….. Fine … I’ll do it……     Yeah. It pretty much sucks.   Adulting sucks. Growing up sucks. Being almost 30 sucks. And everything that lies ahead. Not as much as whining for that stupid smartphone 14   Years ago, huh, but definitely more. But, let me tell you Kimaya.   It sucks, but it’s beautiful.   Just let me finish that goddamn coffee first. . . Yeah, so… where was I?     You remember that one time when you and Dad had an enormous fight over not letting you go to a sleepover at your friend’s and how you were too young for that and how you locked yourself, and let’s not forget how you laid awake that night crying your eyes out for how your life sucks and how dumb you were to do that? (Huh. too much of a long sentence……)   Keep it up yaaar! No seriously! It needs real ...

“Hey, come on get up!.........get up! Get up!” grinning from ear to ear I yelled at my mother. “Uhhhhh…….what...time...Is…it..?” she asked, all hazy and puzzled, about to rack down on the bed again. “Mom! It’s 5 am and we’re already so late!” . . “How can you sleep again mom, get up already!” Looking daggers at me, she finally got up with a reluctant sigh.   It was the 8 th grade, a fresh new year, and the magical season of monsoon had just begun! It was my first ever trip (rather, trek) with my new school, and I couldn’t be any more ecstatic!   I couldn’t go the previous year as I had terribly dislocated my knee and therefore, I was double-excited for this peppy adventure to a ginormous fort this year! . . “KIMAYA! Where are you lost these days……. - “Nowhere mom...” I smiled, grabbed those huge tiffins from my mom and rushed to the door. “Dear, please take care of yourself. Don’t go anywhere alone, stay with your friends always. In case anything happe...