At the theme park, the skies broke open. Everyone ran for cover, clutching bags and cotton candy, watching puddles rise. I stayed. Me—uptight, polished, always avoiding dirt. But something in me cracked with the clouds. I got on the rollercoaster alone. No line. No noise. Just me flying through a storm I didn’t try to avoid. It felt reckless. It felt right. I didn’t care about the mud, the mess, the soaked-through clothes. I didn’t care at all. For that moment alone—I’d do it again. And again. Just to remember I once let go, and it didn’t ruin me.
Asmi Mahajan is a student from India who finds reading and writing extremely cathartic.