Easy way out at times, rather most of the times, is deceiving. It might seem shorter. It would also appear to provide a respite, because would seem to be very convenient. Very, very alluring to jump on it when that bus stops in front of you and imagine all the lighter days ahead.
Untill you take it.
Most of the times, it will leave you with a broken back and an irritated soul.
Yet, at times you would hesitate to let the easy way go. Even if it’s the right thing to do.
Better to walk down the hard path with a satisfying journey than shake hands with the devil.
When the fear of, “Will he stay” went off
Her anxiety left her too
He had seen it. It was supposed to be an unmentionable incident. Yet, he reached out to her and asked her, “Is everything fine?”
She ignored his question, doubting his concerns. Avoided him at all cost. But his persistence to know couldn’t match her will to stay aloof and she broke her silence and said a feeble, “Yes, thank you for asking.” It only took her three days to look him in the eye with the answer on her lips. Even if a white lie, which he knew, he seemed to let her easy.
Maybe, he really did care. Maybe he just wanted to know the story. Her mind raced again, overthinking on full swing. This and the incident. Taking control over her and her mind. Her heart raced. That familiar unease. The familiar irrational fear gripped her.
She reached out for that tiny pill in her bag and popped it in her mouth. Waiting for the med to kick in. She closed her eyes as it slowly took over and eased the anxiety that had gripped her soul. Unaware that he was still watching her.
His voice steady he asked, “Promise me you’ll not take too many? Promise you’ll never abuse it?”
Startled, she opened her eyes.
Calm. She assured him and realised he really did care. Warmth seeped in her heart. The effect complete. Sealing the trust in the growing friendship.
Everything was certainly fine.
Regardless of whether you care or you don’t about this situation of yours, do not let yourself get sucked in that pitiless black hole.
You don’t have to take one day at a time. You don’t have to do anything that everyone asks you to do to climb out of that black hole.
Do what you’ve got to do.
But, don’t ever give up.
Don’t you dare.
Keep fighting. It’s going to be worth it.
Everything is going to be ok.
There’s always this boy. I had a minor crush on him. Then we became, sort of, friends. Every time he opened his mouth, I would always feel that I like him lesser. But then, no matter what he said, this tall boy, when he would smile his full goofy smile at me whenever he passed me by, I could feel my heart do a double somersault no matter how hard I suppressed it. His smile was big and always seemed to reach his eyes.
I would avoid his eyes every time we passed each other by. Especially if it was more than once in a day. Because he smiles his big smile every single time! Even if he was annoying and taken, his smile was contagious. His smile would leave a smile on my lips which would pass on to the next person passing me by.
He is unaware and it will stay that way. It will be my little secret corner in a small room in my head: He’s that goofy faced friend, who notices it all, and makes me smile unwittingly ever time he smiles. And my day gets better.
A plethora of breeze gushed through her hair, as she stood behind the mini truck. Her hands thrown up in the air, as the truck sped through the jungle. The afternoon was sultry, but the breeze was cool. It kissed her cheeks and made her eyes water. But she smiled. She smiled, because:
For a moment, the walls around her were down;
For a moment, the voices in her head were silent;
For a moment, the anxiety that hits her chest was at bay;
For a moment, the sadness that engulfed her soul ceased to exist;
For a moment, the world was as it is supposed to be;
For a moment, everything was just right.
She stood, reminding herself that she is alive. Feeling alive. She stood and looked at the deer that had raised its head as the truck passed it by. She smiled, feeling light. She smiled because it trickled on her lips, letting go all the burden of the failures in her life. She just smiled. Simple pleasures of life.
In midst of silence, in midst of nature, in midst of nowhere, she found herself. A renewed strength. A glimpse of who she was. A glimpse of the path to find herself back again. A renewed gusto bubbled within her to get up every morning and look forward to something, anything. It broke the membrane in her mind which had always made her feel like a failure.
A sense of plan. A sense of goal. A sense of curiosity. A will to live. The courage to accept. The wisdom to forgive herself. A want to try again. The courage to trust and hope. A want to be free.
She had tasted a slice of life, all over again.
What is that you see, that I fail to see?
What is that you see, that I fail to realise?
What am I, really?
She metamorphosed into the strong woman she is today
Fought all her wars, walking with the raw scars,
He, like most, didn’t know what to do with her
So he, like most, walked away
Branding her impossible and difficult
He, like most, couldn’t accept –
She was a woman with essence
She was a woman with strength
She was a woman with a mind of her own