Teenage Tales//
Every story has a beginning,
And my starts in my teenage days.
This is my story,
though not every word is real.
I had an active imagination,
The power to escape my mundane existence.
I was indifferent to speeches and conversations,
As I would get lost in the world of my own creation.
A world where I reigned supreme,
Often oblivious to the external realities.
"There is something wrong with your son", my teachers would often complaint.
But my parents would then calmly explain-
"He is on the spectrum,
And that is one of the trait.
Give him some time.
He will improve with age".
Sadly, much slow was the progress.
And hardly I had any friends.
Bullied, ridiculed and ostracized,
I surely felt broken and demoralized.
And yes there was a girl.
How can we miss that on a teenage tale?
But my feelings were one sided, unstated,
And obviously unrequited.
What was I thinking even!
But the subsequent depression was real.
I was used to being ostracized,
But unrequited love, hurt excruciatingly like hell.
Usual comments on my report card-
"His communication is poor,
His grades are horrible.
He can't even give eye contact
And he stutters often".
"What will he do,when he grows up?",
My teacher would often inquire.
My parents had no answer,
And it used to really make me sad.
I wish I could tell them,
I didn't do all too bad.
Three patents, two MBAs and a loving wife,
More than I could have ever bargained.
It all started in those dark teenage days,
For a lonely boy itching to write his own tale.
This is my story, though not every word is real.
(c) Anurag Talukdar
Wow....