Life changing moments do not come with prior notifications. On a day as ordinary as any other, something unexpected happens which leaves you slightly altered, one hinge fallen off, a stitch undone.
I was in a car that moved at a snails pace on the congested roads of Kolkata, trapped in an air conditioned box with someone I know for a month, and strangely enough consider a friend.
I say trapped because the entire journey was marked by her screams. Ear piercing screams that echoed off the tinted windows as waves upon waves of menstrual cramps tore through her.
Every time the cramps hit her voice would reach a crescendo before skydiving into panted pleadings for it to just, for the love of God, just stop.
Life is a box of chocolates, you never know which one you’ll get– Forest Gump.
95 minutes of a a girl screaming her lungs out at an invisible pain you cannot fix because every pill you coax her to take she throws up from the window. When I finally came home, having given her over to familial care,I didn’t know what to make of it.
Something should have changed inside me, because her screams refuse to leave my ears even after she has been declared out of danger.
Something should have changed, but it didn’t. Another rung tore out under me, I’m on the ladder of age.
There is no going back down.
We are the reckless, we are the wild youth,
Chasing visions of our futures,
One day we will reveal the truth that
We will die before we get there.