The moment I stepped into Pearson high's campus I had a feeling that this was going to be tougher than I thought .
I'd be lying if I say that I am not feeling edgy .
I don't know why , but I feel like this nervousness has nothing to do with my fi...
What makes you feel alive ? From where I am sitting , seeing the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness; I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too. But the thunder rising in me is much more dangerous,much stronger and it is consuming me the way the stars consume the sky because When the stars twinkle, the rest of the sky becomes insignificant to our eyes .
What makes you feel alive?
Doing shit you aren't supposed to do .
Today I snuck out from my room , took a cab and went to the only place that makes me feel alive .
seeing the sky meeting the ground , sitting on the highest step of bhangarh fort , is the only time when I feel like IT is still there, and it's prime function is not just to pump blood to the veins and arteries, but It can also feel something. Hello! Mr. heart , my long lost friend. You still there? Huh. It only replies to me when I do something I shouldn't be doing and that is why , here I am at 7:00 pm . Sneaking in the fort when it is strictly prohibited to visit the fort after sunset .
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According to legend, a sadhu named Baba Balak Nath lived within the fort area, and it was his injunction that any house built in the precinct of the fort should not be taller than his own, and if the shadow of any such house fell on his, it would result in destruction of the fort town.
The grip of an insidious and dark mystery is so much that the Archaeological Survey of India has strictly prohibited anyone from entering and staying at the fort after sundown.
Mama and papa are out of town and they left me with grandma to check on me , she must be in the park right now doing laughing therapy with her friends. But I should head back home because tomorrow is my first day at high school and that too in the middle of the session. But the course is almost same as my previous school and I was an attentive student so I got it All covered. The only thing I'm worried about is how my classmates will be like , Pearson high is the best school in state and it's among one the best schools in the country. So naturally all the rich kids study here and that's something I'm not so comfortable about . Not that I am poor or anything, my father is a builder and Is perfectly capable of paying it's fees but I decided to study at st. Teresa High school because my dad graduated from there , and since my childhood it'd been my dream to study at the school from where my dad graduated and also , Pearson high might be the best but St.Teresa's fine arts club is THE BEST in the state and painting is my passion, my life and I simply breathe to draw . My lobster is my paintbrush. But now he's changing my school and pushing me to study with those paper princesses at Pearson high . I can't complain about it because I've let him down so many times now , actually at some point I lost faith in him too , but his only fault was that he stayed quite , I know I committed a mistake, but the price I paid for it was too high . I did not deserve it. He talks to me the same way he did before , calls me cute names , brings me chocolates . but , my father's face doesn't light up the moment he sees me the way it did before anymore . And it's all on ME. I HATE PEARSON HIGH.
But I hate myself the most.
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