Against the one I love the most, even to hear a small word of
offence fills me with anger that I can’t subdue. The wrath of my placid soul
fights against spoilt demeanor against the one whom I home inside me. How can I
not? The tiny and weak strands of friendship, which I stood holding calling
them to be considerate and fortunate for me, were mere delusion. I never
thought they would pain me like the unhealed wound getting unstitched. From the
day, till the evening, the obstinacy of my heart to never forgive them is
getting more pronounced. It seems even if I pour myself into the glass of momentary
alcoholic relief, my soul won’t settle down at peace.
The society seems to be on the consistent downfall in terms
of humanism. Ranging from ways to communicate with colleagues to ways of being
presentable in front of others, every trait of human in the socialized scale
has been suffering setbacks in quality. How come has this degradation brought
into existence? The slightest wisdom that bifurcates the ways to protest or to
present disagreement and to abusively criticize someone has gone in vain. It
seems they don’t understand what they are doing, is it disagreeing or is it abusing?
I had been clubbed with these thoughts all hours today. And I
can’t let the one living inside me break down in tears. Because if it does,
that would come as a calamity to me. I am that protective shield whose
significance lies till the life it protects is jovially alive. And if it’s not,
then for what shall I live for?
