The Writer's Platform

  After the grueling two years of college ended, my schedule was left wide open. My parents made me take up as an English tutor in a summer camp organized by my mother’s colleague. I wasn’t entirely against the idea but I was feeling rather unwilling to be up for the job since I am not good with kids. I have the least amount of tolerance when it comes to kids and I have no idea why. I don’t seem to have the hyperactive energy required to bond with children or the crackhead energy either. As a child myself, I did not have kids my age as playmates after school. It was always my youngest sister with whom I played. She used to be rather clingy and wanted to do everything that I did (I know it’s natural for a small child to be like that and I’m not complaining). I was initially skeptic about it but in the end my parents told me that it will be a kind of personality training for me.   My ears perked up at the words “personality-training”. I have a satirical, impatient and a...

                   "Don't be nervous and mess things up. The examiners are not as bad as you think but most of all, do NOT be nervous and screw your chances.I will be there for all of you. Best of luck and do well", the words spoken to by our Principal to a hall full of students, dressed in uniform and a lab coat. My eyes opened and I see a blurry, orangish visage of my bedroom.It takes a while to adjust my eyes as my eyelids refuse to stay open. I roll over lazily and grope around for my phone. The brightness is too much for my tired eyes but as I squint to see the time, the numbers tell me that it is well over 6 in the morning. Left with no other option, I get up and offer my morning prayers.Although the morning felt peaceful and calm, I was far from calm. Something heavy inside me makes me aware that I am stressed to the core. My internals start from today at around 3 in the afternoon yet here I am,lying wide awake in my bed. My stoma...