THE USELESS BATTLE TO STOP TIME

Hello everyone! I am Riddhika Chakrbarti back with yet another blog. This blog is a little more personal than the rest of my blogs but its not something that no-one can relate to. I hope you enjoy this blog. Lets go!

 

I think we have all had moments where if we were given a choice we would stop the time so it doesn’t pass away. That time could be either right now in the present, or sometimes I just want to go back to specific moments in the past and stop the time just to remind myself of what it felt like. My brother grew 17 last week and I don’t know but I felt like just a few days back we were celebrating his 16th birthday. You know how you sometimes feel that this week isn't getting over or that this day is way too long but it eventually passes by and before you know it, the day that wasn’t passing by is in your past. A day that you will get again in your life.


You don’t always remember much from where you were a kid..but I remember the day my brother I was born I went with dad in a bus to the hospital with a rose in my hand and I was 4 years old. I asked my dad to buy me that rose so that I could welcome him and when I saw little new born baby brother lying next to my mom I knew I wasn’t alone anymore and we had the rest of our lives in front of us. Now he is 17 and I'm a few months away from turning 20. Funny isn't it?


 

I also remember how my mom used to go for a shower and would tell me to take care of him so that he doesn’t roll out of the bed. Wrong person for the responsibility you’d think but I think I did a pretty decent job. She would hand me some fruits and some squeaky toys that used to be mine when I was little and she would keep his head on my lap so that he’d fall asleep and my mom could go for a shower. I have proof. HERE.


Then he grew up a little and started going to school where he would come to my class in the middle of the day , crying that he wanted to go home or wanted to take a wee and didn’t know where to go. I mean he would just stand outside my class crying where the teacher couldn’t see him and friends would tell me your brother is here. I mean I'm in class 3 myself.. what do you expect me to do? I would tell my teacher that I wanted to go to the washroom and either take him to the washroom with me or take him to the principal who would keep him till the end of the day and id come and pick him up once school was over. This went on everyday for 2 years.


I was countless memories like this but you cant always express all of it. So yes, when you think times are hard just know that you cant pause time and tomorrow will come and today will pass. So no matter how hard your day is you have 0 chances to pause it or fast forward it. SO TAKE IT EASY AND LIVE EVERY MOMENT YOU HAVE RIGHT NOW.



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