It's All A Dream

2019 - the worst year of my life as I think of it. When you get adjusted to your path of life, life itself slams another path on your face. People say, whatever happens, happens for good. I say, not every instance happens for good.

My turning point was the year 2016. I left my luxurious life in Dubai and came to live in my nation, from where I originally am, India. I don't say it's a bad country, but nine years abroad and suddenly coming back to the so-called (still) "developing country" is really a lot to digest. All the competition levels and academic syllabus was so high compared to what I usually had that it took me 8 months to get a hang of it. A lot has changed in the last 4 years. I have grown up to be a teenager and yes, the usual status of a girl who is beautiful, good in academics and extra curriculum activities and also has a good reputation in school, I have boys in the grade who have a huge crush on me. But that doesn't describe me yet. If I preferred a boy ( which I still don't ), he should maintain the same status as I have.

Coming back to 2019, losing the valued people of your life is the only thing there is no BRIGHT SIDE for. Trust me, this year was just about losing the people we only had to call ours. It all started in April. October 11, the death anniversary of my classmate's father, a very close family friend. His loss was unbelievable. It took us months to get out of this shock. It turns out to be that he already knew about what was going to happen. It is he who drowned us into our past.

This is where my story begins

All those good memories still fresh, just as if they were yesterday. School, friends, and most of all happiness is what I lost. Those 360° bullet trains, virtual life experience, and car races melt my eyes. There isn't much I can tell about my life abroad. Moreover, it is the present that is the worst. I am the only daughter of my parents. That's why I always wanted to have pets. Sure, the cat I have right now is that of and Indian breed. My mother actually found him on the street. But, I am more of a dog lover than a cat lover.

Recently, we brought home two abandoned puppies but due to the girl's impossible survival, we had to put her down. If we kept the boy any more, we would have wept every day for the girl. So, we gave him a new family, a better family. Loss of life. Wonder what awaits next year. Just 3 weeks for the new members and we got so attached to them that when they left, the pain could not be bared. If it were only for one day, I would like to get those good old days back!