Memoir: DROP The last time I had those painful bumps over my face was past four long years when I sat for my first board examination. I was a girl who never got pimples even when I was on a ride of puberty. Rare occasion of their arrival was a turmoil within and ongoing fire waiting to be extinguished. Last couple of months I experienced it yet again and constant attendance to the dermatologist did not bring about a healthy result. My mother's omniscience got well acquainted with something I'm smitten with and which paved the way for uninvited blemishes on my dear face. She saw me experiencing sleepless nights, loosing interest in dressing up and not hanging around with friends every evening. People change over with time, nobody stays as the old, nothing is constant but just change itself. I was changing and this change was sudden which happened within the span of some days. The scholar of the school had made couple of bad decisions as any other teenager does and her break
Three Generations stood over a line and looking at each other, whispered their inner voice as. Old man :- No tomorrow to me, only I have a mere memories of yesterday , let me be with you Son. Man :- No memories to me, want to build my empire for tomorrow , let me go away, Father. Child :- Neither I have memories Nor interest in tomorrow, I wish to live today , let me be with you (Mom & Dad). Who is right, whose wish is wrong? .No teacher, preacher, parent, friend Or wise man can decide!