Used to. Still do. Will always.
On the sidewalk with fat chalk; drawing pink airplanes and blue apples. On cream coloured walls, mosaic floors and on my Book Of First Words. A lot of circles. Curved lines. An unsteady hand. Unsuccessful attempts to write my name.
Throughout school, on the margins of my math book, unable to engage with trigonometric equations, sketches of models with high heels and glittering wrists.
Bored to death during sociology, inane conversations emerge in between notes about the Hindu Joint Family. Dotted with mispronunciations of our entertaining lecturers accompanied with elaborate illustrations.
Throughout school, on the margins of my math book, unable to engage with trigonometric equations, sketches of models with high heels and glittering wrists.
Later, you’re mortified. Or not. Smile, at your doodle growth chart…
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