Empathy

Where I see a single wooden chair, pushed away from the hustle of earthlings to a faintly lit room, my heart which pumps blood wouldn’t allow me to pass by without eyeing it empathetic.

Because solitude is alike, be it a ridden empty chair or a disregarded soul!

'Unaccustomed Earth', in reading.

“human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible.” 
                                              

                                                         ― Jhumpa Lahiri, Unaccustomed Earth.

It’s been a day or two, I started with Jhumpa Lahiri’s “Unaccustomed Earth” amidst the busy schedule. Devouring over 120 pages, the detailing with which she has struck the thought process at certain places goes fabulous.

Years back, when loneliness took me by hand to acquaint with it's close relative known as depression; books were all what I could place trust in. They were  everything that pacified my soul next after my family. Though depression was so kind to me in the initial days, he started showing up the true colors that each and every prestigious person who are close to him, should sense.

Writing came up that way, when suppression too came along with me. Ever since, reading has been an inseparable companion who promised would part with me only when I leave the last breath.

Looking forward for the remaining pages to unveil more .......

Everything in life happens for a reason!

Trust is like a mirror.

Dear Noesis of Imagination,

Felt like sharing something with you. Not a confession but something similar to it. Maybe trust and distrust are all in my head. I can’t attribute trust to anything. Possibly in terms to a mirror.

      “Trust is like a mirror.”

In our journey of life, we meet many people. To some, we are bound to show respect. While to others, hatred, sympathy, love, etc. But trust is something we place on certain selected persons only.

For me trust is like a mirror. You stand in front of the mirror and see your reflection. Likewise is trust which is placed on someone.

I’ve been wrong all my life when I met and mingled with new people. I place my trust like a blind person but what I get in my life as return are stabs. Very fine and great stabs. One reason why I consider human beings as ungrateful bipeds.

I’m not antisocial but I’m selectively social. When people stop talking to me, I personally know that they start talking about me for no good. When they want to outsmart me, I really don’t hate them for being with nil standards but for the fact that they are not really smart as they think they are!

Nude...

                                             

          Darkness is what I see, but it is not what I longed for. Though I see humans surrounding me with blood thirsty eyes, I feed them with disgust. I feel nothing now. Though a sharp object may pierce my body, I feel nothing. I will bleed definitely. Maybe too much.

Since my inner self is wounded, I won’t feel the pain.

I don’t want me to be clothed. My skin is my cloth! Why then should I need a covering?

I stay shut in my chamber away from people. I don’t feel uneasy being nude. All I feel is that my heart still beats and my I have some life left in me.