Whenever I hurled that heavy metal orb, all my burdens went away.
But what bullied me over the past eleven years, was "The letters" that I couldn't read.
I remember my teachers getting mad at me. I remember them genuinely worring about me.
All thanks to the letters, which were meaningless to make the meaningful.
Every night they went on dancing around me grinning.
It was the sports season. I was full spirited and muttered, Finally "I can live."
The numbers 1 ,2 & 3 that mattered me. Not the letters.
Later on, I understood Not the letters that bullied me ,but me myself . My false beliefs .