Thoughts: Hannah's Blog

I was once the girl who used to flit down the stairs and jump down on the last.

I was once the girl who sang in the shower, sang when there were no others.

I was once the girl who used to dance whenever I got the chance; sometimes a twirl, sometimes a circle around the tree.

I was once the girl who jumped up to touch the tree branch that was just out of reach.

I was once the girl who sat for hours together working on a pencil sketch.

I was once the girl that loved solitude and go for walks alone in the dark terrace, with only the moon and stars for company.

I was once the girl who loved to blow a kiss to the aeroplanes that flew by.

I was once the girl who loved to sit by the window and look outside to admire the scenery, count the carriages in the trains that pass by.

I was once the girl who loved to read about solving mysteries, sharing books with friends, borrowed from the library.

I was once the girl who loved to swing, up and down; back and forth. It made me feel alive, free and wild.

I was once the girl who loved to sit on the walls and climb up trees although only a short way up.

I was once the girl who loved to play in the sand, to make cakes with the wet sand with small vessels and decorate them with stones and flowers

I was once the girl who loved to make chains, bracelets, earrings and tiaras out of the flowers (Idly-poo) and sucked on its stems to drink up the honey.

I was once the girl who loved to gather with other kids, mostly with those younger than me, decide on what games to play and had a good time.

I was once the girl who loved to laugh, every little thing seemed silly and we used to laugh a lot, make up stories to laugh some more.

I see traces of that girl still with me, who peeps out from time to time. But majorly kept inside, locked up.