The Child That I Was

The older the wiser; the aged the better understanding of concepts around you. It is sometimes so weird to think of things that you have done as a kid, more so sometimes even disgusting when an elder in the family discloses something nasty from the past in an all grown up cousin gathering.

I know of a kid who in her third or fourth standard of her school hated one of her classmates. She does not remember why, but she hated him to an extent that every day when her mother asked her to throw away the nirmalyam (flowers offered to God the previous day) in a place nobody would stamp on, she used to choose the same place every day and imagine it to be the boy’s grave and offer flowers to it. The kid was none other than me!

I feel crazy and weird as to why I did it, but I do not have an answer!

P.S:  Nobody knew about this until recently I told this to a friend of mine only to be called a lunatic.