I often questioned my existence, my inner self about the co-existence between my muscled - boned structure and an eternal that is present inside me which I was seeking for a longer period of time more than billions of years might be. A void and a meaningless presence until I woke up and found myself in a mass of some weighted muscles and bones. I was developing and feeling the sense inside me something which is circulating in its own way some time reminding me that my lungs were moving in and out, my tiny retinas were observing the presence of someone, my lobes were inserting all the audio on my eardrums then to my nervous system, a narrow one which was taking all the air inside, my small layered red muscle were moving to make someone understand what I was trying to convey, my four long stiff my bones covered with muscles were moving my whole structure. It was kind of an amazing view to observe for someone and I got more excited when something inside me was moving so loud enough to beat my whole structure. And taking all those balanced structures on me, my ethereal spirit woke up here in a tiny little mass of a girl. First born child of a family, a daughter who would be beloved by everyone and carry their expectations on her soul. Something suddenly appeared and you woke up as you that is something very unpredictable in someone's life because in my teens the only thought used to annoy me why had I to be born on my body or why didn't I become someone else? And why did my existence matter in such a huge globe? I couldn't ask these questions to anyone and I never found a person to share these kinds of thoughts. Sometimes my brain flashed all those major memories one by one striking every cell of my humanoid form reminding me that I was carrying all those part of memories somewhere which I couldn't forget even if I tried too.

Coming back to my childhood, I used to be a very talkative person, usually a trouble maker and a naughty child who used to make things difficult for others. Born as a left-handed person in a right-handed society or a family, everyone started making me a right one and they became successful too on that because when I was on a time where I was getting and understanding everything I was using my right hand normally but later only it came to know that I was a left-handed one. There was a vivid memory when it was raining outside and someone was trying to feed me some cooked rice with dried vegetables soup forcefully and I was continuously refusing to take the bite but she put the whole lump of rice and vegetables inside my mouth and it nearly killed me. Later I knew that she was my own mother who was forcefully trying to feed me angrily beating and slapping me. At that time I couldn't say that my stomach couldn't eat too much because I was born like that in a tiny body mass but a mother is a mother. My whole day used to be in a school crying and begging the teachers about returning to my home or my mother even though they were going to do the same but they would never understand how an innocent child was living the whole time not knowing that they were ultimately going to be with their parents at the end of the day.