Another chapter of life


A girl called me a depressed maniac and another tried effortlessly to turn me into an optimist. Little do they know that I am entitled to whatever I am.
I know this one girl in my class who deliberately sits alone in the corner of the main lobby. I fail to decipher her expressions.Her classmates don’t bother her anymore because they believe she is introverted and yet a good observer. I don’t want to believe that because that is not the story behind her eyes filled with
despair. She is scarred from inside and yet she manages to smile at me each time she finds me looking at her. She incentivizes me, not the people who talk about brands all day long and cry because their boyfriends are ignoring them. I value each and every word of hers not because she is wrecked from inside but because she is wiser than most people who only ask me about what brand they should go for. The irony being I still wear BATA shoes to my university.
The night before the first day of university, I was in bed with my face buried between my two favourite stuffed toys crouching and bringing myself together. It was hard to get up in the morning and get ready to be around so many new faces. I was scared. So scared that one would call me a coward. Eventually things got better and nobody got to know about the loser that resides inside my head when it comes to making friends.
Time flew and I managed to get along with everyone. Meanwhile, I forgot one thing. These are not my people. They won’t and they can’t handle my bullshit. Stepping out of the little bubble I live in, I realized that everyone has a different story and most of the people are judgemental which is totally acceptable because life has taught them nothing which I believe is a blessing. Thus I gave up. I quit trying to be one of them and decided to build a wall around me that only a few people could cross.
People told me that I am crazy about water when they saw me running away from them but they Don’t know why I love the sea so much. I was dying to seek comfort since a long time in what they believe is just water for me. It was not just water, it was my best friend through thick and thin. I took the first decision of my life sitting on the jetty with the sea by my side.
I noticed my steps getting faster when walking towards the shore and then cringe a little before taking the final step into the cold water of the sea and letting the sand slip from beneath my feet. I did not look back to watch them wave at me. I just stared at the far end of the sea where I saw nothing but the sun finally giving up on me. I felt weak but i knew the sea had my back like it did long time ago. It was the sound of the waves, the solacity and the people around me that left me baffeled. I felt lost so I took a few more steps deeper into the sea till it was neck high. I let the salt seep into my vulnerable body. I flipped open my hair and let the water adore my body and then turned my face towards the sky and wondered how far I have reached in life since the last time I held the water so close to me. I swam along the shore with my face buried into the water wishing that my life could have been as calm as the sea or maybe that is how I saw it and as soon as I came back to the reality to catch whatever was left of my breath, I look at all the shadows fading slowly. I knew I needed to go back to the shore and let the reality hit me across my face once again but the waves stopped me and I gave up. I wanted this all along. The closure you seek at times lies in the place where it all started. You just need to be brave enough to face it and then give up. Give up not because you can’t win anymore but because you know you have lost too many times so it’s okay to lose once for your benifit to start over again and maybe this time the game is going to be in your hand.


Broken images


She is a stack of incomplete broken images. It was a piece of art carved beautifully by its creator. Each line told a story and those alluring detailed eyes saw the world in it’s own way. It required no change. 
  Everyone who passed by tried to make it more beautiful in his or her own eyes and scratched the parts they envied, couldn’t own or accept.
  A time came when that art was nothing but a distorted and broken image of every passenger’s thought. Now it will never be the way it used to be- beautiful and pure. Now all that a set of new eyes see is an ugly piece of art which was never beautiful because they will never be able to tell the story behind those eyes that now portray misery.
    Humans tend to destroy the things that they love the most. They question humanity when they can’t be an example of it.
  You think the girl you believe is a bad company for you because she is too self-obsessed and is into things that you consider indecent? Do you believe that a ten year old can be a liar? Do you think that the person who told you his tragic life story is an attention seeking trash? Do you really think that the shy girl who sits in one corner of your class does not talk because she is shy?  Do you think that the girl with no makeup on, untidy hair, scarred arms and unmatched pair of jeans is a fashion disaster and a depressed junkie?
   If you do then it is okay. You are just a normal person living in a society like ours. You are lucky that you have not been pushed off the cliff by life itself.
  What isn’t okay is that you are too blind to look into those desperate eyes and too coward to acknowledge the real story behind their actions.
That self obsessed girl is a just a normal girl with a beautiful heart. She has been waiting too long for the puberty to hit her because you called her ugly once. She learned to be self obsessed with time so that her hair flip hypnotizes you each time and you are forced to listen to her. She spends an hour every single day trying to cover her imperfections with the brands that are hard to tell and trying to make it look real. She has been starving herself just so that she can wear the most perfect dress for her farewell party and saving the lunch money to get drenched into layers and layers of delusion with whatever she could find to cover her real self.
  That ten-year-old kid is a liar in your eyes. Maybe if you hadn’t shouted at him at the first place he wouldn’t have lied to you now. His father being a gentleman of our society decided to hit him and humiliate him outside the walls of their house when his child finally confessed that he failed his school test. He learned in those ten years of his life that there is no space for honest people in our society. He does hope that some day he will be able to speak the truth without being judged but you being the blind person fail to look through his innocent eyes and understand that.
The girl who sits in one corner of the class has finally created a comfort zone around herself. She chose a perfect corner for herself. This way she is easily able to avoid any sort of conversation and gets ignored by all the judgmental eyes in her class. You think she did that because she is shy or dumb? No, she did that because she has learned to hate the people around her and is getting exposed to the reality of life more than most of the children sitting around her. She is learning to feel comfortable in her own skin. At home her parents are usually busy arguing over things that her mind is too young to absorb. They sit in silence on the dinner table desperately waiting for the dinner to end. She desperately looks at her parents waiting for them to ask her about her day but no, she ends up locking herself in her room and cry in total silence. Her tears become her comfort but you are too blind to see her swollen eyes.
  The boy you think is an attention seeking trash lives with his father who is never at home. His parents got divorced at the time when he was too busy swirling planes in the air and believed that separation was a matter of a few days.  He kept on waiting for his mother on the front door but she never came by, not even to tell him that she loves him with all her heart. He has missed on a lot of affection his whole life and then his father sent him off to a hostel for higher education. As soon a he entered his practical life he lost his father to an accident but it didn’t make much difference in his life except that he became an orphan. Him not being able to feel any emotion was depressing itself. Soon he started losing his friends too which is enlisted by our society as one of the rules of growing up but he tries to fit in to find people to talk to but he fails because you fail to see his efforts and instead call him an attention seeking trash.
   The girl with no makeup on has been told her entire life that she is beautiful. She has been the center of attraction in every single room she has been in. People molested her when her parents trusted the world too much. She has been touched and looked upon in ways that she did not understand back then. Those haunted eyes that have followed her through the dark streets still scare her. The comments that she gets by random people every time she decides to flaunt her beauty around her friends disgusts her. She looks at herself in the mirror everyday wondering when and why the world became so shallow. Her heart pounds every time she is alone with a man in one room because she knows that she won’t be able to fight for herself just like before. She has learned to believe that looks and beauty are just a distraction and that the world has become too shallow to look beyond these things. She now does not spend hours in front of a mirror to make her self look acceptable by the society because she is angry and is being suffocated by her own body.  The only time she uses a concealer is when she has to cover the scars on her arms. She leaves her dark circles the way they are and yet you are too blind to know that she is not a junkie or a depressed girl but someone who has an aim and wants to be happy and not be treated like an object.
   We were born innocent with no history. Our society and the people around us turned us into who we are. However we can’t blame others because we too at some point have changed someone’s life. Maybe you were too busy practicing your sarcasm just for the sake of it and didn’t realize that the victim was trying to hold back his tears. We are all to be blamed because all our actions are linked together and destroying this society.
   The question is what do we do knowing that we are all wrong at some point? It is simple and you know the answer to it. Compromise and love without any demand. When you don’t take revenge the bad guy always hesitates in future. Take a stand for yourself so that people know that you are not dumb or shy. Be strong and help your friends and family stay strong. Smile and spread love because we make our society. Stop being ignorant and blind so that you can see and spread the beauty lying behind these broken images.

Time does not stop for dreamers.


     My heart sinks deep within itself every time i see her eyes glitter and her lips reach up to her eyes when the sun finally adores her skin. I envy her when she laughs and runs after her favorite butterfly and isn’t scared of falling or going back home with an injured knee. I take a step back each time to protect those quite invincible wings when she wants to feel like she is the strongest woman in the entire world. I shudder at the thought of her growing up and following my lead because someday she too is going to step back in fear. In fear of not letting those wings made out of glass shatter and let her little angel take the lead.
   Some of us live in the moment. We tend to enjoy our lives more than the realistic people out there but we forget that the moment never lasts and ends with a strong wave that takes everything along with it and leaves you with nothing but destruction. Then comes the moment when we give rise to a new being with lesser flaws and be it’s protection against those beautifully volatile waves.

In search of peace


He stepped out of her house leaving the door open. He left a sparkle in her deep hazel eyes which meant fear this time. A tear fell from her eyes and then he left leaving her in the house that suffocated her when alone.
We are all victims. Victims of scarcity of emotions that we don’t even understand. Sometimes you fail to understand certain emotions because you haven’t learned to accept them. Some people can’t accept love because they learn to see it as a weakness. Love is just a few chemicals playing around in your brain amd once you decide to make them stop then there is no going back. She was looking for peace through that door but she had already seen too many opportunities like him leave before him but this time she knew that the door had had to be shut forever after this last shadow she saw.

Turning over the pages

Some pages are easier to turn over and some take a while and irk you in a very bizarre manner that you won’t even remember in long term. Same is with life.


Some chapters of your story go smooth but a few get you stuck in the center leaving you traumatised. A single page can give you a paper cut and scar you for life. If you turn to run away from it without leaving a mark, you get lost the next time you decide to start from where you left off. Some books have a tragic ending that make you cry and a few have a happy ending that too make you cry. The difference is in the emotions these pages like memories hold. It is always better to go through the review of a book before jumping deep into the core of these chapters with no way out. It is always better to plan before you take a new step in life.

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