She was free as a bird with no fear of being judged.
How effortless it was to walk up to someone and strike a conversation. The time when she had 10 WhatsApp conversations open and her fingers cuffed around. Days when there were 3 plans that coincided, and she left dangling.
I know. I know how there were always pairs of eyes that followed her around when she walked into a party and picked up a mike. The attention that sought her through the corner of rooms even when she didn’t want it.
I know. I know what happened. Things changed. Parties turned into a dim light with a book in hand. Mike drops transformed to a laptop and plugged-in earphones. The phone’s Internet always remains switched off.
I know. I know how she would wait for the phone to stop ringing and for people to stop talking. Those head bobs and side nods doesn’t mean the same anymore.
You know what?
You’re not alone in the club. There are a thousand rooms with a dim light just like yours, we’re all staring at the same screen and shutting out the blind. We’re tired, scared and scarred.
I know. I know we’re going to be cheerful again and find a bliss like we always do.
Remember the party you were dragged to last week and you heard someone humming the same song as you, from the corner you were in?
Remember, the insta stories on some random friend had the similar taste as you..?
Next time, try to talk, without fear of getting judged on your actions or reactions..!!
Butterfly Mind 