Marbles

She was sitting and staring at the outside world through her window. A pen in one hand, a notebook in the other. The soft salty wind was blowing. She was enjoying it thoroughly, though the pages of her book was empty. She was facing the sea. Imagining how close she was to it and it being full of life and mystery, thrilled her.

Then she recalled wanting to clean up and organize some of her belongings.
As she took boxes out, she found a box she loved dearly but always underestimated how much she did... It was a box full of marbles.

When she was smaller, she would play with them, making designs on the floor tiles. Mostly admiring it's beauty.

She did so that day as well, when she found it again. She admired the crystal domes once again. Time moved slowly around her. She lost track of it. She's a simple girl like that, gets amused with the simplest of things.
Then, she thought of a marvelous idea, she held a marble in front of the distant object in the sky, the sun. How could it not occur to her before? Could it be true?
Each of the marbles having an entire sea enclosed inside of it.

The hobby of Song-writing

I'm a girl of many hobbies. Most of which, remain dormant for years sometimes because I don't have enough time to do everything anymore. School days were cool like that cause I actually had the time.

Whenever I see evidence of my old hobbies, I sometimes get surprised by how cool I used to be. I mean, I still am. But maybe not as creative as I was back then. 
One particularly cool hobby I used to have was song-writing. It was my way of expressing really restless feelings. I'd feel relieved every time I wrote a song. It was like an accomplishment...like a certificate I wrote myself.

When I smaller, I used to listen to my favorite artists like Kesha, Flo Rida and Pitbull. But there was something very satisfying to me about playing my own songs on the guitar while I sang it. It didn't have the luxurious or hip background music, nor an experienced professional singer singing it. But it was very personal and that made it special. I knew the artist, I was the artist.

Even till date when I play my old songs, I feel younger pearl sitting beside me and listening to her masterpiece.

I mean, yes, we are the same person.
But our personalities and interests are so different.
The things I used to prioritize by writing songs about, now, I don't value anymore. It's not that I don't value those songs though.
It's a reminder that I've grown.

A little piece of the past, you know.

Sometimes I wonder if I should get it officially recorded in a studio. Try selling them. Share them with the world.
But some part of me just wants to keep it to myself.
Leave it like that... Personal. Mine and only mine.

I await the grand summer holidays right now to try and write songs again. Things and people I value right now. All for the future self that seeks to be reminded of who she was.

Validation

It's all he ever wanted. Him, a stranger sitting next to me...as we both heard all the things that has always been said to us. I felt his anger. I felt his boredom. I too felt it boil  in me. My blood is boiling from their stereotypes of our generation. He's tapping his feet in nervousness. He wants to leave and this has only just begun. I want to leave too.

I see the pain in his eyes when I look over at him. He's desperate for change and so am I. But they are the ones who call us rebels when they are the ones who lack understanding...they, only distancing us further. And further we go and further away we shall stay. We don't need your validation.

Originally written on 1st November.