Shaakya Muses

  We all want to ensure that the people we love are ever so happy we want them to have the best of everything.   One  evening my mother received a text from one of my brothers classmates, a long winded elaborate text explaining how my brother was bullying this kid and that to please tell him to stay away and to treat people properly.   With each word that was been read my heart raced my blood boiling and the urge to kick this boy out of site was growing stronger.   I was, needless to say pissed! Amongst the both of us we may fight and bully each other but with company my brother is not one to hurt another or call them names,   he had a far bigger conscience than that and I knew for a fact that what this boy was professing my brother was doing was utter cock  a nd my brother is also not one to stand in the face of injustice and turn his back and walk away he will say what he has to say so I knew based on what my brother told me earlier of this...

   I turned 18 a few weeks ago. While the thought of "growing up" and being an "adult" excites me I must say that initially I was bound by fear, doubt and a certain sense of sadness by the fact that I was now no longer considered a kid.  I think part of me wanted to still be that 16 year old who was in love with anime, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor who (well to be honest I love all these characters too much to really ever let go of them)   Turning 18 did not excite me rather it infuriated me. In my head I was to be a superstar by the time I was 18, in reality I was still the same old shaakya, timid, failing exams and had not won any competitions for oratory in a while. This was not how I planned on turning 18. Definitely not how I had planned. To top it off, ever since we moved to Kandy (I initially lived in Colombo, the urbanized city, and last year we moved here to Kandy the laid back town. Why? you wonder, that dear reader is a story for another time) I made no ...