TEENOSOPHY 2.0

 “Mujhe Ghar jaana hai”, I said for the third time now in the past five minutes. My brother raised his brows as if questioning my sanity. “You are at home, where else do you want to go?” He questioned me. “I don’t know but I just want to go home.” Now, my brother just couldn’t stop himself from starting with the age old adoption theory, telling me how much more at home I would feel if I went back to the mandir from where our parents first picked me. The ghar jaana hai thought took a back seat as we both started telling our own versions of the story and indulged in light fights. It was only after a week when I felt the need to go home again. I couldn’t wait for my bus to drop me home. The 30 minute ride home felt like 30 hours and I could feel the restlessness disturb me. The weird part was not feeling the need to go home, but the feeling of not being at home, even after I reached my place. I was a little relieved to be home, but this was not what I was seeking for. And to be very h...

“Ughh, why is all this so difficult! Why can’t I just be me?” This was my 10 th  day of the new school now, and I was desperately trying to fit in. Everything seemed a little too difficult and every face alien. The only peaceful time I had was when I sat down to write. It was history class and the teacher was trying hard to teach something. The boredom took over me, and I took out my diary and started scribbling. “Hey, that’s beautiful! I didn’t know you write too…” Startled, I turned back to see who the intruder of my privacy was. “I am sorry I didn’t mean to break the chain of your thoughts or startle you. It’s just that I couldn’t stop myself from reading what you were writing. It’s impressive!” A smile broke out on my tensed face and immediately both of us started talking. Both of us felt a connection somewhere, as we discussed our common love for novels, our passion for writing, our obsession with diaries, and our linked thoughts. We were friends imme...