Through the eye of an Introvert

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...

             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...