The forgotten taste of fourteen.
Context: I typed this on my phone after returning home on Saraswati Puja’2018. It is always special to go back to school and meet all those people whom you first met at the age of four. These are the bullies turned friends, friends turned acquaintances and let’s say, young mess turned older mess. Some encounters were exciting while some were a little dimmed but at the end of it, the warmth of childhood touched all of us with its sweet innocent hands. We all captured these moments of reunion with smiling faces and an extraordinary amount of trial selfies to get the perfect instagram worthy shot and moved on. In the midst of these awkwardly fulfilling encounters, I noticed a few stories around me. Stories young girls dressed in heavy clothing told me, stories of teens falling in- what they call-love, stories of those lost school days the alumni narrated over and over again. Before I share all these stories (Kabhi aur), I would like to rewind back to last week when I me...