The lockdown that is inside us?
The lockdown we get ourselves into!
The things we want to say but cannot, the things we feel, but not confess, the things which we think are meant to happen in some way, the feelings that are somewhere hidden inside us but never come out.
This does not have to be only about us “introverts” as we are tagged to be those shy ones and those who never talk, who never participates in the fellow conversation, who is not quite “socially social” but believe me we have so much to say but don’t because of the further judgments from those who don’t give a shit about what they say and its repercussions.
Sometimes this also concerns those “extroverts”. Those who are quite overwhelming from the outside, but also they die a part of themselves every day! It is when they fail to express or express wrongly about a precious moment, a precious person, or a precious time.
The ultimate epitome of introverts and extroverts love stories. The story of Aman and Ria.
I am an extreme introvert who is so shy to even make the first move or talk to any stranger, and on the other side Ria, my friend is such an extrovert who loves to party all day and night, having friends around, having people who love her utmost, in fact living a life where there was absolutely no place for an introvert to take up. This is about the time when they're not lockdown and lives were normal or the one, we used to call normal. Once I was sitting in a cafe alone and was writing something at peace and waiting for my order may be. And then there was Ria who was as usual surrounded by her friend’s right there. After some time Ria was given a dare from her friends to walk across the hall and talk to the stranger, yes that was me. Ria immediately agreed to it and did as directed. She walked towards me quite casually and sat in front of me, talked to me for a while and I had nothing to say so very quietly I listened to her. After some time we forgot about our surroundings and quite got lost in each other. I don’t know what made her interest grow towards me; I was just a random guy for her. We found ourselves very comfortable around each other, but that was because somewhere I think she was just like me, empty. We exchanged numbers; she was the first one I grew fond of so easily. We used to meet every other day. I found comfort in her wilderness and maybe she found comfort in my silence. 2 months have passed since we last met. These 2 months were not as hard for me as we introverts don’t like to be around many people, but RIA, it was really very hard for her to stay at home and not meet new people. She got frustrated a few times and was the happiest person in this entire world when she got the news that everything will get back to normal in just a short span of time now, as lockdown will be lifted soon. But is this lockdown the only one, I mean what about the lockdown I have faced since the very first day of my life. I don’t know why being an introvert is always misjudged and we are treated as we will never talk to anyone around. It’s about the comfort which we get very few people around.
A story by an Introvert (Aman).
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