As a child I used to do this weird thing with ice cubes , I used to lay down and put them on the exact centre of my forehead ,at the place where we usually put bindis. Obviously after some time it used to hurt and the water would be all over my face , irritating me still i wouldn't quit. I used to do that a lot , I still don't know why , I don't even know who I was competing with , whether it was matter, time or myself but what I do know is that I may not be courageous but I've always been curiously brave and I thought that I had left this part of me in the gone childhood but a few days before when I jumped into 6ft water knowing that I can't swim and the fact that I didn't even hesitate made me realise that, that kid is still there. Stupid, curious yet brave and I can't help but adore her for taking steps that my calculating adult mind would never.
