Dear You,
Most things are less scary than they seem. The projectile motion derivations taught me that. The sight of them had once made me want to turn to the easier chapters in all my terror, and now I can tell you why the horizontal component of velocity is constant during the motion. Maybe the first times need to be scary so that you recognize the absence of fear the second time.
There have been a lot of first firsts and first lasts lately. An end leads to a new beginning and then a beginning leads me to a new end. I've been trying to keep up with the change and have just barely kept up with time. It's in a hurry, time is. Almost as if it wants to show me something really important as soon as possible.
I hear my sister telling someone over the phone that I am studying. I've been talking about studying a lot lately, more than actually studying. That must be it. The silence of actions tends to drown in the noise of delicately decorated words. It does save you from you-should-be-studying glares, though.
Will I grow up, or will I just learn to hide the part of myself that finds pressing random numbers on a calculator amusing, still? My brain has a whole department of hidden sounds, scents and scenes, so that comforts me. At least I won't be running out of space.
I am glad that the only thing that let me down today was unscrewing a bottle labeled 'Ovaltine' and finding elaichi (cardamom) in it instead. I hope I don't let down Today.
Ammi just walked in the room with a bowl of yoghurt for me. I've told you before, and I'll tell you again: I? I am infinitely blessed.
Love,
Me.
Most things are less scary than they seem. The projectile motion derivations taught me that. The sight of them had once made me want to turn to the easier chapters in all my terror, and now I can tell you why the horizontal component of velocity is constant during the motion. Maybe the first times need to be scary so that you recognize the absence of fear the second time.
There have been a lot of first firsts and first lasts lately. An end leads to a new beginning and then a beginning leads me to a new end. I've been trying to keep up with the change and have just barely kept up with time. It's in a hurry, time is. Almost as if it wants to show me something really important as soon as possible.
I hear my sister telling someone over the phone that I am studying. I've been talking about studying a lot lately, more than actually studying. That must be it. The silence of actions tends to drown in the noise of delicately decorated words. It does save you from you-should-be-studying glares, though.
Will I grow up, or will I just learn to hide the part of myself that finds pressing random numbers on a calculator amusing, still? My brain has a whole department of hidden sounds, scents and scenes, so that comforts me. At least I won't be running out of space.
I am glad that the only thing that let me down today was unscrewing a bottle labeled 'Ovaltine' and finding elaichi (cardamom) in it instead. I hope I don't let down Today.
Ammi just walked in the room with a bowl of yoghurt for me. I've told you before, and I'll tell you again: I? I am infinitely blessed.
Love,
Me.
1 comment:
Oh, Aaisha. I love reading your words. Masha'Allah. Allah aap ko khush rakhe aur kamiyaab karey.
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