I Have GOOD Days, and Then I Have BAD Days

You may find me to be a confused and with a bit of fragmented mind set. I am a work in progress. A work in progress which will hopefully find its completion that is find its way to freedom. I am a two different person, was like this since my childhood. sometimes meek and submissive and sometimes so bold and daring that I used to end up being bashed up and thrashed either by parents or teachers at school. I liked to roam and explore freely and experience everything under the sky but my wings were clipped and I was a lame duck. I loved to be with plants and trees liked when the flowers and leaves caressed me and hugged me. I really miss those play hours when hours together we used to swing, chase butterflies, play hide and seek, sing, shout and dance in joy. Then I did not know God though parents used to do pujas on festival occasions and do shradha on shradh paksha but we were never taught any prayers or rituals to follow. I still remember my granny's puja room which I used to sneak in the afternoons when everyone was busy taking a nap. I used to forget time when I wan in the puja room looking at the various godly photos hung on the wall and used to sit on the elevated dias covered with tiger skin where my grandfather used sit and do his daily puja, though I did not get an opportunity to watch that but I have seen the pujari doing the daily puja. This was how I was introduced to God. Then I was exposed to God through movies and slowly I started talking to God whenever I was sad. Though I am not sad today but I want God to grant me whatever I wish for. If it happens then I will be the happiest person on earth.