I look at myself
and what do I see?
A young lady
trying her hardest,
to be all that she can be.
I look at myself
and what do I see?
I see strength,
through hard work
and will power.
I look at myself
and what do I see?
I see beauty, intelligence
with some fear of the unknown.
I look at myself
and what do I see?
Talent, growth, wisdom,
brightness
with strong capability.
I look at myself
and what do I see?
I see loneliness,
covered with a smile.
Some pain, some misery
with hopes of tomorrows.
Sorry is NOT the hardest word to say!
Sorry!
What does this word mean?
Does it mean I'll never do it again?
Does it mean I'll never say it again?
How many times can it be said?
Do you really mean it?
Does saying you're sorry make it all better?
Does being sorry take away all the hurt?
Is being sorry enough?
Sorry...It's the easiest word to say!
What does this word mean?
Does it mean I'll never do it again?
Does it mean I'll never say it again?
How many times can it be said?
Do you really mean it?
Does saying you're sorry make it all better?
Does being sorry take away all the hurt?
Is being sorry enough?
Sorry...It's the easiest word to say!
Hiss & Tell!
Yesterday something REALLY freaky happened to me while I was waiting at my shuttle point. Yes! More than half the weird things happening in my life are taking place at that stupid spot!
I was waiting for my shuttle and when I saw a woman standing on the opposite side of the road who was staring at me. I didn’t make anything of it. But she kept staring without moving from that spot. She crossed the road without even looking left or right in a sort of a trance. It was literally like something out of a scary movie. She crossed the road and then walked right passed me. I breathed a sigh of relief as she did so.
She walked a bit of a distance and then I realized that she’s leaving a wet trail behind her. I then realized that she’s urinating and walking simultaneously. Of course, that freaked me out some more! That woman just plopped down on the floor after sometime in a crouching position and kept staring at me. Unfortunately for me there was no one else around who could ‘protect’ me from her.
I noticed she had blood shot eyes and broken, rotten yellow teeth. She didn’t look like she was crazy neither did she look like she belonged to some lower class. She had a clean white saree with pink/purple (can’t remember) flowers on it. The saree looked of decent quality and her hair was tied in a neat bun. Her hair looked washed and she was wearing a thick gold necklace. The necklace was a dead giveaway that she was not some poor woman!
I ignored her and continued waiting for my shuttle. I looked in the other direction for what must have been for only a few seconds and I turned around to see that freaky woman standing in front of me. She was just standing there and staring at me! I asked her in Hindi if she wanted something to which didn’t respond. She then suddenly leaned forward and I thought she’s going to hit me. But instead she hissed at me! HISSED AT ME! Like a cat!...She then just ran off without caring about looking in both directions of the road again.
It goes without saying I was FREAKING out! My first reaction was that she cursed me….Now I don’t know what to make of it. Because I know, I just know that woman didn’t look crazy. She didn’t seem crazy. She was lost in her own world and well….She just didn’t seem like she was alright…I don’t know what to make of it.
I was waiting for my shuttle and when I saw a woman standing on the opposite side of the road who was staring at me. I didn’t make anything of it. But she kept staring without moving from that spot. She crossed the road without even looking left or right in a sort of a trance. It was literally like something out of a scary movie. She crossed the road and then walked right passed me. I breathed a sigh of relief as she did so.
She walked a bit of a distance and then I realized that she’s leaving a wet trail behind her. I then realized that she’s urinating and walking simultaneously. Of course, that freaked me out some more! That woman just plopped down on the floor after sometime in a crouching position and kept staring at me. Unfortunately for me there was no one else around who could ‘protect’ me from her.
I noticed she had blood shot eyes and broken, rotten yellow teeth. She didn’t look like she was crazy neither did she look like she belonged to some lower class. She had a clean white saree with pink/purple (can’t remember) flowers on it. The saree looked of decent quality and her hair was tied in a neat bun. Her hair looked washed and she was wearing a thick gold necklace. The necklace was a dead giveaway that she was not some poor woman!
I ignored her and continued waiting for my shuttle. I looked in the other direction for what must have been for only a few seconds and I turned around to see that freaky woman standing in front of me. She was just standing there and staring at me! I asked her in Hindi if she wanted something to which didn’t respond. She then suddenly leaned forward and I thought she’s going to hit me. But instead she hissed at me! HISSED AT ME! Like a cat!...She then just ran off without caring about looking in both directions of the road again.
It goes without saying I was FREAKING out! My first reaction was that she cursed me….Now I don’t know what to make of it. Because I know, I just know that woman didn’t look crazy. She didn’t seem crazy. She was lost in her own world and well….She just didn’t seem like she was alright…I don’t know what to make of it.
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