Snigdha Khadka 12 ‘E’
“Good Morning, students, get ready for today’s morning prayers!” “All the students may disperse, now.”
Everyday, this is how all my mornings begin. It’s the routine of my 16 years old life and as a relatively high-school girl, my mornings have always been ordinary until I saw her. I don’t remember where or when I saw her first but her existence had shaken up tiny world limited to my home and school.
Tall and lanky, she has fair colour and has longer hair. From my bedroom to the library, from the library to the bathroom, she is present everywhere. Once, she crossed all her limits of outrageousness. She appeared when I was hanging out with my friends. She is the pain in the neck. Her painful existence ruined my day and for a long time, I couldn’t forget her and her haughtiness.
Recently, I have been seeing her more, I see her in my overweight body, my awkward smile, my frizzy hair and flabby arms. She becomes more apparent in the mirror. Suddenly, I realized she is me! Seeing her makes me unhappy, I am repulsed by my own sight. I wonder how many young girls and boys like are haunted by their own shadows.