She sat in the room… looking at the corner of the walls and she stared till her neck crunched and she looked away. Life in a cocoon of safety is relatively easier to go along with. She wondered till the drops started falling harder on her window pane. Who was she? Was she the girl who seemed so blended with life, immersed in the laughs and so lost with a twinkle in her eye? Or was she the shy girl who hid all small little things and replaced them with fanciful stories? No one would guess.
As she walked through tall n even taller trees and rattling leaves, her life came in front of her eyes. Everything rotated and she heard the voices. Perhaps this is why she never liked to be alone. The constant reminders were dreadful. What she wanted was very pure. To let the happiness dwell in the hearts of others who saw her face and saw the smile. The want of meeting her and the desire to hear her voice is all she could ask for. Maybe because that made her forget the non-detachable sadness that she carried silently where ever she went – in the malls, on the roads, amidst coffee sips and in between choked up laughs. She would laugh so loudly and then silently gape into nowhere.
None of her friends knew what each day meant and what hid behind that glint in her eye. She never let a clue out for any guesses to be made. Cos she went by the simple idea – My sorrows are for me. And no one is even willing to share. Maybe I can make the presence felt through the smiles I bring about and defeat my sorrows. Maybe that was right, maybe that was wrong.. but for her this was perfect.
That emptiness a lill after the happiness makes me yearn for something more
Or maybe the emptiness reminds me the days of yore
Maybe you saw that smile
And maybe you thought I was happy
But when you’ll walk with me that extra mile
I think you’ll see something new
And maybe, just maybe, we’ll for once share our sorrows!!
