She awaits outside my door, as I have pulled the curtain on my glass pain .. to be honest on her face. She feels insulted but she hasn’t left me yet … she wouldn’t at her age.. she is still the one believing in emotions, love, hurt .. she hasn’t grown numb yet .. like me ..like some of us ‘the grey haired creatures’. When I do not open the door, she pushes in the red paper through the door .. it has the list of complains on how I have not lived upto her expectation ,… she is sure that after reading this I will open the door hug her and let her break in my arms … wet my shoulders .. and kiss dry her cheeks .. but I don’t … I don’t .. she waits in that dull yellow painted corridors .. nope they ain’t sunshine .. They look like an autumn who are no prelude to springs.
I hear her breaths but it doesn’t melt me in anyways .. Probably, I have overgrown of chickens … Probably … or I want to be perceived that ways .. Whatever .. but I am not opening the door .. not for her anymore … She slips in another sheet .. it reads “You will never understand what it means to be hurt” ….
Aah … I wish I can bang open the door and say … “ I don’t wanna understand and I don’t want to know your problem.. nobody wants to know .. becaz I have my own and its enough to keep me BUSY and so does everyone else’s!!”
No One has Time !!
