Veracity International

Well I wrote this while travelling from Jammu to Udhampur. I couldn’t get the window seat in the bus. P.S : -  If you are travelling on Jammu-Srinagar highway by bus, make sure you get a window seat because if you don’t, you are missing a lot of treat to your eyes. I was returning home after my exams ended. This topic just appeared in my brain when my mind drove me back into the lanes of memories. When I was a child, a mistake was a kind of fun for me. If my Mum told me not to do something, I made it obvious to do that. And then ran away after doing wrong; that hiding from Mum was fun. I did mistakes repeatedly to increase the fun. The mistakes were not some crime then. They were just stupid little things that annoyed everyone else except me.  And whenever I made some serious mistake & it hurt me, I had an option to cry & my Mum's shoulder was there to... wait...not shoulder...my Mum's lap was there to comfort me. It was the best therapy.  ...