When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

When I Was Five… I Just Wanted to Look at the Sky

When I was around five,

probably in LKG or UKG…

I don’t remember saying I wanted to be a doctor, or a teacher, or anything like that.

What I remember is…

the sky.

I used to sit near the window in my classroom.

And instead of paying attention to what was happening inside…

I was always looking outside.

At that big blue sky.

I was fascinated.

One day, I clearly remember—

We had some homework or craft to show the teacher.

Everyone was going one by one…

showing their books.

But I was somewhere else.

Lost.

I was looking at the sky…

at those white things floating.

At that age, I didn’t know they were clouds.

To me, they looked like cotton.

Because I had seen cotton at home—

when I got hurt, my mother used it to clean the wound.

So in my mind…

those were huge cotton balls.

Floating in the sky.

And I kept wondering—

How strong must the wind be…

to carry something so big?

That thought completely pulled me into my own world.

Until my teacher came.

She thought I hadn’t done my work.

But then she realised—

I was just… not there.

She asked me what I was looking at.

And I pointed outside.

She said—

👉 “That’s the sky… and those are clouds.”

And I remember thinking—

Cloud… cotton… same only.

Even after that…

I went back to looking outside.

And somewhere in that moment, I felt—

👉 “This is what I want to do.”

Not a profession.

Not a title.

Just…

to sit and look at the sky.

To wonder.

To imagine.

And honestly?

Even now…

nothing has changed.

I still love gazing at the sky.

I still look at clouds

and try to find shapes in them.

I still pause

when the sky looks different.

And maybe…

that five-year-old version of me didn’t have a “career goal”.

But she had something else.

👉 Wonder.

And I think…

I’m still holding on to that. 💛