I make up one of those populations who are extremists i.e. who feel minor things and over think for continuous hours to days…I cry over most silly incidents and laugh over insignificantly small things..My mood fluctuates very frequently and reaches its peak within seconds..Over thinking often ends up in depression which is the side effect of being sensitive…
Those who make up my family and friends classify me as very shy and quiet lady, who doesn’t open up easily where as those who are colleagues and not very close describe me as fun loving, daring, confident and talkative personality..I won’t know which one to own...
I do feel shy among those who I love the most...I don’t show or share my feelings for them...I pretend as if I don’t care as in totally lost in my world and too busy to take care..but when I hide myself in my room, I constantly think about them i.e. my family members and friends… my dearest uncle, who is the only brother of my mom, went to Australia and we knew he won’t be returning before 4, 5 years.at the time of departure when everyone was hugging and saying goodbyes, I stayed on the corner of the crowd and easily got blend in the background..He didn’t hug me and I didn’t say how much I would be missing him. In that chaos he left…….I felt low for many days to months.later he came back after 4 years for his wedding...In that too I was very quiet and didn’t uttered a word...He was very busy with all the happenings but still he managed to make me laugh…his wedding was most memorable event.Atlast we got done with his wedding,and within few days he started packing to go back and resume his job as he was having limited holidays.And the day before he was to leave for Australia, he came in my room where I went to sleep after getting very tired but just closed my eyes and wasn’t sleeping yet.he didn’t know I was awake.. He sat nearby me and looked at me for few moments.. .then he smiled and went away…
Later when I was staying at my grand ma’s home, he called in.I shared about getting bored and he told me about his cupboard keys so that I could read books and utilize my leisure time…
I walked into his room, opened his cupboard, fetched few books of my interests and came back in my room... When I opened the encyclopedia, I found my pictures when I was of few months and others when I was 1 to 2 years old...I went back to his room and searched his books…in those I found registers where I wrote apple, pineapple for the very first time..He had all those memories in the single section of his cupboard…and I always remembered as someone who never knew I existed…
I guess we all care and notice but gestures are what differs us from one another…I really wish that someday my family members and my close mates would understand that I really own them and love them from the core of my heart...
