On losing skills to win, I'm sinking amidst chaotic intertwins I am swimming hard to grow a bit of child but I'm losing hold of the aging bind, ma! Dear ma, Becoming poor at a skill, in which you were pro at, is called deterioration. What should be becoming fragile in the art of aging and growing up be termed as? Growing a kid? Am I sounding like i am kidding? No, I mean it. I know, I, a science student who mugged up the whole developmental science, saying this seems too too awkward, phew. But, I mean it. Am I growing too much, ma? You say, at your times you saw girls getting married at this age, and I am becoming a bit more careless and ignorant about everything. When you ask, "what are you doing?", after a fault everytime these days, you know ma, I myself don't have idea of what I did. Only a kid doesn't do or i, why I? I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶ ̶m̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶ Eh! The page above got a bit wet. Ma, do you remember how i used to tell you each and every incident of a day to you and even did tantrums of how someone let me down and told to go damn to finish them off. Heh! So small I were then! The other times, I think I were much brave. People with height have bravery. And I am losing my skill of expressing, i am becoming so little, ma!
