and so on...

The life is a stage. Everyone comes here, plays his part and moves backstage. There are no rehearsals; every performance is the final one. Some play their roles smoothly, some keep on making blunders; some are always perfect from the very beginning. Why always this pressure for perfection? Why not leave me to play my part freely? People expect that I would always be the perfect one, rather cover up other’s imperfection with my smooth finish. Nobody ever considered the fact that I too am a human being, prone to making mistakes and learning from them. I am supposed to be the good girl, the benevolent fellow, the generous friend, the understanding partner and so on…

I should be the faultless possession my owners would like to flaunt and display in front of others. I am supposed to behave like the machine which should operate faultlessly just because it was tagged by a brand and came in with a lifetime guarantee and so on...

I have never been allowed to be myself. I had been just like the water which had continuously been transferred from one vessel to another. The vessels never changed themselves for me; I had to change myself for them. I went with the flow shaped me according to circumstances and and so on…

 I have been stabbed again and again, front, back, everywhere, but I could never cry out “et tu brute” coz mine was never a Brutus, it was “brutuses” and so on...

Have I learnt to endure, or have I become indifferent? Have I tried to exaggerate my pains, or has fate tried to exaggerate itself through me and so on...