Diary of an average author

Seven

I wrote a poem, seven. You can find it in my book "lines and rhymes" the link is below,

https://my.w.tt/3RrcDfzirW

When I was young, when ever someone asked me, my siblings or my cousins "how many siblings are you?", our reply was the same.

"We are seven. And when we get together, we turn the house upside down."

We are seven childhood friends. I am the oldest. The one younger to me is two days younger. Then there is one six months younger. Then my twin siblings, who are a year younger than me, one is two months younger than them and then the last one who is a year younger than the second last one.

Seven most mischievous kids in the whole family. Those were the best days of our lives. Now when we happen to sit together, we miss them. But now, we are not the same.

One of us decided that this friendship was not enough for him. We tried so much to convince him. But like a stick from our bundle, he got separated. He got into trouble with everyone. The rest tried to help, but he and his stupid ego refused to take the help. And after that...

We were never seven again. We didn't even become six after that. We became three, three and one. We crumbled to pieces. And now we can't glue them back together.

Last night, at our professor's wedding, all seven of us sat together and laughed at what we used to be. We were all nostalgic. We said to each other,

"What a joy it would be, if we became seven again."

But the one who had left in the first place got up and said "that not possible. That was all childish. We were children, and now we are grownups."

It hurt. But now that we've not been seven for so long, I can't see another way.

long story short, when someone asks us now "how many siblings are we?"

We bow our heads and reply "three"
And think to our selves "we wish we were seven"

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