WPC: Time

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I never really liked being a kid. I couldn’t understand why ‘adults‘ envied kids. As an adult, they could do what they wanted, wear what they liked, and didn’t have to give an examination to prove what they knew. Or so I thought.

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I’m on the other side now. I’m the ‘adult’. And I get why most of the ‘adults‘ preferredย being kids.ย There’s a price to independent thought and being accountable for your actions.

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Time might change your appearance, but doesn’t necessarily bring an open acceptance to your ideas or beliefs. Being an adult doesn’t warrant unbridled freedom either.

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Each line earned – is a mark of – every battle fought in life. Stories get written onto your face, everyday. Tales of lost love, failed goals, and forgotten memories etch their way into your life.

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And time can be brutal. It can keep ticking. And make you want to desperately turn it back.

26 responses to “WPC: Time

    • Thanks, Indah! These are few of the people we met on our trips to Rajasthan, Gujarat, and Himachal Pradesh. The third shot was clicked on the insistence of the guy in the frame. He was really excited looking at Basil’s (old) camera. I wished we had a Instacam. ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. Such a thoughtful interpretation of this week’s challenge. I too as a kid wanted to be an adult and thought it came with a lot of freedom. But in actual fact, there’s more responsibility ๐Ÿ˜€ Going to work, waking up early now… I want to be a kid!

  2. What a wonderful post, both the words you wrote and the pictures Basil took. You are both very talented and obviously very much in tune with people and what’s happening around you. A wonderful portrait on time.

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