She lived because…

She wasn’t a great conversation starter –
She was, in every instance one can think of, a party pooper,
She was an introvert of the highest possible order,
Crowds, they scared the daylights out of her,
The people, their questions, their what, why and when,
The awkward pauses, the callous smiles that screamed for attention,
The “Long time, no see”, “Let’s catch up when you’re free”,
“Oh, how much I missed thee!” were definitely not her cup of tea,
As for her, she lived in a world of her own –
In a world she had wantonly known,
She lived, between the pages of her favourite book, breathing in their scent,
She lived amidst characters albeit fictious, but incandescent,
She lived, with their conversations in her head,
She lived, because, they, in her world, existed.


Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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