Beera

This is a story of a newspaper. Imagine if newspapers could speak, they would surely have tales to tell, waiting for someone to listen, just as I need someone to understand my emotions. This is the story of Paper , who longed to share his journey with the world. Hi, my name is Paper , and today I’d like to share a day in my life. I was created some time ago, and after all the hustle, I rested with my companions, sleeping peacefully before the sun rose. The room was dark; all I could see were shadows, and all I could hear was the soft breathing of my fellow newspapers. I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety, unsure of what the future held for me. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. My eyes fluttered open when the lights were switched on. I quickly nudged my friends to wake up, eager to begin our journey. Soon, a man entered and picked up a bundle of us. I was in the middle of the stack. As he stepped outside the building, a cool morning breeze brushed against my surface, sending a chi...

As I sat there doing nothing, a sudden thought came to my mind: What did I do during the lockdown days? Were they as uneventful as now, or did something different happen? And if there was a difference, has it really changed anything so far? If anyone were to ask whether I miss the lockdown days, most of us would probably answer that we miss the days before the lockdown. The sudden change the world went through is still hard to accept, as the once slow-paced world transformed into something resembling the world inside Fahrenheit 451. It’s deeply unsettling. I remember myself in the year 2019, when I joined my first year of college. After that, time just seemed to blur, and now, when I look around, everything feels unfamiliar, like the colours have been pushed back into a grey day. I’m not saying there were no bright, colourful moments; there were. But they felt like fleeting sparks swallowed by an ocean of grey. This grey slowly began foreshadowing the days I spent feeling low and withd...