Little steps...

I've finally reached the staircase or at least I hope I have. It is overwhelming but it's a nice phase. I've never worked this hard before. I've reached Standard 10th and this is weird, overwhelming and nice too and far from what I had anticipated it to be when I was a little girl.
The thing about me is I never look back, yes there are phases of nostalgia but that's transient. I like looking ahead-
Yesterday is a cancelled cheque, tomorrow is a promissory note, today is the only cash you have, so spend it wisely.

Although I do anticipate the future but I'm sure that's going to be a lot different from what I had imagined it to be. As little children we had very few concerns ( most of us), I loved that time, I had a fabulous childhood but yet I don't want to back. Tomorrow is the first day of school for me and as usual I'm getting the blues but it's a lot less then it used to be.
This is my last year in school and I do look forward to going ahead but I'm sure I'll miss it. I still remember my first day in school, in an extremely fragmented way but I remember entering a strange place, strange adults and strange children, getting a cream biscuit, I think it was those milk flavoured ones while the smiley face ( a very evil smile) , weird for a 4 year old girl, I was just in Junior Kindergarten. I left this school in the 7th and joined my current school in the 8th, I remember that day, entering a strange place, in the middle of the hills, the song 'Brain Storm' by the Artic Monkeys in my head, I'm feeling a little nostalgic and queasy, actually I feel like sobbing but I have to suppress my tears, strange people ( I still think they're all weird ) , the smell of new bags ( that smell makes me more nervous) and so many other things.

Well, I'll leave all that behind now, tomorrow, a few hours away, I step into the gates of standard 10th, one step ahead, a little step ahead,
These little steps, a little step into life...

Picture from the net - ( fineartamerica.com/featured/mount-washington )

The train of life....

1st March 1995 around 1.p.m. was when 'the train' started, by 'the train' I mean me. Since then that train has gone places she never thought she would, met other trains , carries more bogies and yes has also gone to a few wrong tracks.

She is currently on the move from the 9th station ( 9th grade) to the tenth station (10th grade). But otherwise this train is quite steady and move on to a new place everyday. She has gone through the sweet valley's of flowers, heard the beautiful melody of the wind and has also got her wheels cut by the thorns and smelt the stink of a dirty station.

This train has a track made for her, but most of the track has to be created by her. This train has certainly been derailed and thrown completely off track, but has never crashed and hopefully won't crash for a long time.

Her bogies are interesting and all of them are different and equally weird.

May this train go many places, may she meet all types of trains, may she produce new beautiful trains, may she end peacefully and most of all may she do what she has to do and have fun.

PS- Taking a peak in those bogies might drive you crazy.

(THE PICTURES ARE TAKEN FROM THE NET, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THEM).