Life Of A TCK


Movement becomes the favorite play and friends seem to be like distant relatives.

You move, adapt and move on. This is my story. I have stayed in China, Saudi Arabia and Bangladesh.

My story starts from school.

First, adapt to the environment, the greatest challenge that one can face.

They listened to the latest English songs. I forced myself to listen to the songs over the radio, tried to memorize few songs, henceforth, I obeyed.

They said that nail polish was a trendy thing in school, wearing it, you could be in their circle, and so I obeyed.

They said that adding English phrases in sentences was a cool thing; I started it with difficulty, for all I did was obey.

They said, you must show attitude, I tried and failed but I am sure I tried my best to obey.

They said, I need to study some more to be their friend, I tried but never got above the V.Good range, and I obeyed.

They said that you need to play Basketball to be a friend; I tried all that I could to play that game, and I obeyed.

They said that you need to be slim and trim in order to be their friend, I skipped lunch breaks just to be their friend, and I obeyed.

They said that I could never make it as I writer; I stopped writing for 4 years. I obeyed.

They said that you need to read novels to be their friend; I forced my dad to buy as much books as he could. I obeyed.

They said that, getting in a relationship was a cool thing, I failed. But I am sure that I obeyed.

They said that I need improvement be their friend. Then I finally said : I disobey, disobey, and disobey!

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