Through the eye of an Introvert

A year has ended and other awaits to greet us with open arms. But before we go forward and start making resolutions that most of us eventually fail to achieve, let’s just think about what we did with 2017. Did we achieve everything we worked for or were our goals blurred somewhere between our own leisure and comfort? Think for yourselves, did you give your best? Or was it more like, I’ll relax while I have time and do this when it’s absolutely necessary. If it was the second case, then we need to take a minute out and think of where we went wrong. Tests done since 1933 show that people who talk about their intentions are less likely to make them happen. Announcing your plans to others satisfies your self-identity just enough that you’re less motivated to do the hard work needed. In 1933, W. Mahler found that if a person announced the solution to a problem, and was acknowledged by others, it was now in the brain as a “social reality”, even if the solution hadn’t actually been...

It was the last day of school, All were happy, exams finally came to end A few sad too, for they won’t be wearing the school uniforms again. It was different for me No tension of paper, no concern Just a bitter thought, How I won’t see her anymore. All were anxious, tensed     ‘bout how the questions’ gonna be. I was depressed, thinking merely Of how my mornings would now turn out to be? Filled with her memories, Will they be as sweet, as was she? Or like a ghost, her memories would haunt me. When I saw her that day, for the last time, I felt a void within; my mind, blank. Blank as a new sheet of paper. Blank as a starless sky. I stood there, watching As she walked away, She slowed a bit... Or maybe I wished it so. The last plea of a sulking heart maybe it’s all that it was. She went out of sight and I bid her farewell, On the loss of a love so innocent, so true my heart cried and the heavens cr...

Heartbreak isn’t poetry. There’s nothing about it that’s remotely poetry. Its not hearing sad songs and missing someone. No. Not at all.           Heartbreak is going fine for days and then breaking down in middle of nowhere. It’s when you see that person in everyone you see, everywhere you go. Their memories follow you like a ghost and no matter what you do they always get you.         It’s waking up in the middle of the night and crying your hearts out, crying till there are no tears left in your eyes. Screaming at the top of your lungs till there’s no voice to hear just the wind gushing out of your lungs. Heartbreak, my friend is not poetry.           It’s when your world falls to cripples in front of your eyes and all that you can do is watch, watch and hope that it won’t happen, hope that the pain would somehow end, that this void that you feel within ...

             Never apologize for being sensitive or emotional. Being able to feel, observe, assess and understand emotions in a profound way only gives you strength. Being sensitive allows you to know exactly how you’re doing, how you’re feeling, what you’re planning and what your biggest fears are.  Being an introvert, I can feel the slightest changes in one’s behavior. I can detect when people change the way they talk to me or the way they look at me. And I never apologize for being sensitive. As for me, being sensitive is a way of telling people not to underestimate me. I may not be good at being social but when it comes to emotions, I can tell things about you that even you cannot put into words.  I’ve seen people who handle their emotions in ways others cannot even imagine and I’ve seen people getting all messed up in their emotions and turning them into prisons. They hold on to their grief, despair, fear, loneliness or whatev...