The changing time (1)
611 Words
As I walked back from school, I felt proud of myself. I had helped someone in need, and it felt amazing. I had split my bag into the muddy pond, but it was worth it. I had also helped a poor lady cross the road and given her 10 rupees.
But as I grew older, things changed. I started to hear and see things differently. I could hear the birds chirping more clearly, and see the colors of the rainbow more vividly. It was a strange but wonderful feeling.
I felt like I had been given a new pair of eyes and ears. I could hear the sounds of the city more clearly, and see the beauty of nature more vividly. It was an amazing feeling, and I felt grateful to be alive.
But as I entered my teenage years, everything changed again. The sensations began to fade away, and I felt lost and uncertain. It was like I had lost a part of myself.
I struggled to come to terms with this new reality. I felt like I was wandering through a dense forest without a map. I didn't know which path to take or where I was going.
My father noticed the change in me and tried to talk to me about it. But I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling. I just knew that I felt lost and alone.
One day, my father sat me down and said, "I know you're struggling right now. But I want you to know that I'm here for you. We'll get through this together."
I looked up at him and felt a surge of gratitude. I knew that he was trying to help me, and that meant a lot.
But despite my father's support, I still felt lost. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life or where I was going. I felt like I was drifting through life without a purpose.
It wasn't until my cousin came to visit that things started to change. He was wearing a brand-new digital watch, and I was fascinated by it. I begged him to let me try it on, and he agreed.
As I put on the watch, I felt a sense of excitement. It was like I had been given a new toy to play with. I spent hours playing with the watch, learning how to use it and exploring its features.
But as the day wore on, I began to feel a sense of restlessness. I wanted to do something more, something exciting. So I suggested that we play a game of cricket.
My cousin agreed, and we set off to find a place to play. We eventually found a empty field and started to play. I was excited to show off my skills, but things didn't quite go as planned.
My cousin and I got into an argument over whose turn it was to bat. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't realize what I was doing. I threw the leather ball at him, hitting him squarely on the head.
I was horrified by what I had done. I immediately apologized to my cousin, but the damage was already done. He was angry with me, and I didn't blame him.
As we walked away from the cricket field, I couldn't help but feel a sense of regret. I had let my temper get the best of me, and I had hurt someone I cared about.
My cousin looked at me with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "What's wrong with you?" he asked. "Why did you throw the ball at me?"
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