Ananya Singh
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

There stood an aquarium with those teeny-tiny blue, orange and yellow fishes in the middle of the airport. I looked at it from a painfully long distance. (it was barely 100 metres)

I sat there long enough to gaze with jealousy at those kids who weren’t defying any societal rules about maturity while doing a happy dance around that precious thing. I was disgusted for not being a kid anymore. I literally was.

As much as I wanted to stand around those small whimsical beauties and admire how blue they were or how that tinge of orange made nemo seem more real or how those yellow stripes strangely reminded me of zebras, but I couldn’t. I sat there gasping over why am i so chained with social anxiety. I mentally strangled myself trying to think why it’s not normal for an adult to stop by that aquarium. Does it no longer interest them or they just don’t want to risk being called abnormal (immature)?

Well, when you are sitting for three hours at a busy airport with a disappointing book, such musings are hard to miss. I miss those fishies :’(

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