By Nandini Sinha, Class 9, Trinity International School, Sion, Mumbai
Fear. Dread. Terror. Sadness. Hurt. Confusion. Each of these emotions was swirling around me, threatening to choke me. Thoughts were grim. Bloodbath and slaughter were becoming typical these days. Darkness ruled the world. But all I felt was numb. People said that teenage years were perhaps the hardest part of our lives. I had played with many ideas regarding this in my head- heavy workload, thinking about future, making choices and mistakes, basically growing up; though, at your own pace, not forced. I’d contemplated so many scenarios, but never had I thought I’d lose my elder brother and father to war which was tearing apart families, including my own. It was forcing my sister and me to leave this place- our home- forever. And this forever might not be long. It could end tomorrow or two years later. It may sound harsh, but it was the bitter truth. Now here I was, with my arms around my younger sister’s shoulders, watching as our mother bustled around, making sure everything was packed and ready to go.
Watching her, unbearable pain flinched through me, shattering the comforting numbness I was held captive in. Two minutes. Two minutes and Rena and I would be gone forever. We’d probably never see our mother again. My only comfort was Rena. As I looked down at her, tucked under my arms- green eyes so like mine, so like fathers… puffy and rimmed with red, tear tracks staining her pale cheeks- I was once again agonisingly reminded that she was only 15 and facing these horrors.
A world perhaps no one should witness. I was abruptly shaken out of my reverie as warm arms enveloped us. Only a mother’s hug could hold such a welcoming warmth. Oh. Our time was done. We’d be down different lanes now, with Rena and I serving our soldiers and mother trying to hide. I felt a lump form in my throat and furiously tried to blink back the saltiness stinging my eyes, but one tear betrayed me, falling. Goodbye. Forever. None of us needed these words because we knew. Living
The clouds were sobbing as though there was no tomorrow, perhaps signifying the number of tears shed and would be shed by countless eyes. In a way, I was thankful that it was raining, for I would not have had the strength to leave this place, was it all sunshine and daisies.