Sometimes, my emotions overtake me and I become overwhelmed. Recently, I went out with my friends, wandering around in the streets of Delhi. While returning, we were all standing since it was late and we all couldn’t find seats to sit together in the metro. Haunted by some past memories, my emotions got triggered all of a sudden and the indescribable desire to cry clouded over. Before I could hold myself together, tears started flowing from my eyes. My friends noticed after a second and immediately started to console me as they were feeling embarrassed that a mature adult was crying among the crowd of the metro. I was amazed at how internalised the repression of emotions has been in the society.
Don’t look back. Why would you wish to do that? Why to inflict unnecessary hurt? They cheated on you, didn’t they? So, why are you bothered what they are up to now? Being friends with your past lover is a fantasy. And you’ll be hurt real bad when reality will strike. They WERE a part of your life. “Were”, you understand, is past my friend.
The wheel of time keeps rolling
Advancements in the world we eye
Technology races at speedy pace
Still men can’t freely cry.
A lot of the elders I meet after a long period of time often say, “You have changed”. For elders, it contains mostly the surprise element while for my earlier friends, it’s mostly a disappointment. However, even if they wouldn’t say it, I know. This change has been my voluntary choice. It’s not a remark for me, it’s a compliment.
This….. it’s a state of void. Yet another time. This void has been more honest to me than most of the humans I have met in my life. Fulfilment has been a temporary abode, void replacing it to be the permanent, proving its presence time and again.
Who is a teacher? One who teaches. Is it the one who imparts literacy or the one who educates us? The one who finds the true realms of life by making us travel in between the lines.