On some days, I close my eyes-
And it becomes a summer evening.
I laugh and smile like only children can afford to,
Fresh green grass tickles my tiny bare feet.
I sit on the swing, my eyes steadfast on the golden sky
Gearing up to reach as high as I can
To outdo my brother
Who got bored of swinging
And is now playing football in the other half of the park.
The evening smells like dirt,
Sounds like mosquitoes,
And feels like a breeze.
As the sky turns into ink,
Birds begin to hurry like pedestrians in a busy city,
Returning to their nests;
And the two of us return home
To watch some cartoons,
Have some snacks,
And fight over both.
 
On some days, I close my eyes-
And I’m in a classroom
Blue walls, blue desks, grey floor and a blackboard
A trail of words leaving the teacher’s lips
And going straight out of the window like unruly toddlers crawling too fast;
Every head is either dozing off or buzzing with mischief.
A girl secretly holds her boyfriend’s hands under the desk
And everyone within a three meter radius
Throws them a knowing smirk.
Five minutes till recess- becomes a reason enough to be stupidly happy
Although my friends and I have only been playing games,
Cracking jokes, and doodling all over
The precious last pages of the notebook.
The long-awaited bell rings loud and clear,
Followed by an epidemic of smile and relief.
 
On some days, I close my eyes-
And I don’t want to open them again.
Everyone seems out of reach
Every situation, out of hand.
I open my eyes and shut them again
To remember the times
When the world wasn’t upside down to me
When happiness was so real that I could almost touch it
When I was enough for myself.
Maybe I still am-
There’s a breeze outside
The birds still return home tweeting goodnight
And the bell hasn’t rung yet
All I can do is keep scribbling on the last few pages of my notebook
And everything will be fine.