Zen Unlimited

That’s me. A gawky girl with a head full of frizzy hair and a heart full of woolly emotions. An adolescent, in essence.

I’m waiting for my school bus to arrive. Yes, I’m still left with putting on my socks and shoes but that was just a minute’s job.

The moment captures the one activity I did every single day before I left for school. Though I’m smiling in the pic, it was a forced one back then. Simply because I was not interested in getting myself clicked. But right now when I look at it, I feel so happy and grateful that my father had clicked us together that day.

The white puppy with fiercely intelligent eyes (I know I’m being the bragging mom here!) and a really wet snout was Zen. I called him by that name the day he came into life. Of course, I can boast about the Zen philosophy here and put in some profound thinking that was behind the dog’s dubbing. But no, nothing of that sort happened. Rather, a car called Maruti Zen had been recently launched. I’m not sure whether it was a liking for that car or just the zing in the name that the little boy got to be called Zen.

Being an adolescent, I’m sure you’ll agree with me on this, is the most volatile, and sometimes, even a vicious phase in a person’s life. You are often your own enemy. While contrariness is the…