The questions never seem to stop

People always find it easy to bog me down with their questions –

“Why didn’t you go for a master’s?”
“Have you always been a rebel?”
“Why do you not want to get married?”

But getting me to answer them is a herculean task, trust me.

Because, they weren’t there with me when I battled depression as a teen. They weren’t there by my side, when I went astray in life. They weren’t there to guide me when I made wrong decisions. They weren’t there to pick me up, when I was alone and lost and broken, in spirit and strength.

They don’t know the circumstances I’ve had to grow up in.

So, the next time you meet someone who isn’t as sane as you are, who’s a tad more complicated than the rest of the world, whose demeanor is a little too weird for your taste, understand, they’ve probably had to struggle a lot more in life than you.
And, let them be their own person. Don’t shove something down their throats just because it worked for you or because it is the society’s norm.

For, nothing anybody’s going to do or say, can erase anything they’ve been through. Ever.

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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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