“Do you know how it feels like to keep quiet for like a day? It’s not that you don’t have anything to say. It’s that there is nobody to listen?” said Veena.
Tripti and Neena listened quietly. Obviously they didn’t know. Their lives were filled with families who loved them. Friends, colleagues, parents, in-laws.
“I wake up, make breakfast, sit on my laptop, make lunch, again work, take the kids to classes, make dinner, sleep. During the seventeen hours that I am awake, I am mostly quiet. It is very rare that I express what I feel. That’s why I write.” continued Veena.
“But that’s so unbelievable Veena.. quiet and you? It’s hard to believe. You are the one who talks the most amongst us, right Tripti?”
“Hmm.. she lives in a world that is unknown to us. Yes Neena, she has transformed into somebody else. But I am glad that she is the same old Veena when we are together”, said Tripti.
Tag: loneliness
Getting up
There are good days and bad days
Like cancer
Being shoved to a corner
Being pushed down
In spirit
Known faces all around
A word
A gesture
Sometimes there are no walls
And yet I get up
With all my might
Sometimes I hold on to that climber
Little, yet it supports me
There are times when oh my way up
I am pushed back again
Yet I get up
I wail
My heart breaks each time
A little
I sew it
And get up
The halo of love
At a distance
Smiling upon me
Playing a game of mirage
Is it there
Yes it should be
Giving me the strength
Each time
To get up
And run.