As he sat beside him tears came trickling down his cheeks. The vivid memory of him was passing through every synapse in my body. It was an obnoxious truth which was behind my Utopian world. The nostalgic feeling echoed back towards me and piercing me like fire from ice and with my heart shattered.
I am Garvit Jain, a student studying in 7th grade in India. I am an emerging writer, and my passions are playing table tennis, playing the piano and expressing my thoughts on paper. My thoughts relate to myself and what I feel.