The feelings have percolated to the surface. Here I am, face to face with the ineluctable facts
about myself which I’ve refrained from acknowledging hitherto, for the fear of
being too much or being too little.
I am an unpredictable person with different sides. It’s always
an inadvertent revelation. What is it going to be? Which side of me are you
going to see?
Most of the people believe that I am always chirpy, gloomy,
incredibly shy and lost. They know me as the girl who gives evasive answers or
someone who doesn’t answer at all, who is scared and light-hearted, doesn’t get
attached to anyone and shrugs, feigning indifference. I seem to have a
personality which can be easily defined in the first meeting if there's never a
second meeting and I am almost never taken seriously.
These are the labels which have been put on me but they have
only hindered my approach at other things in life, at other labels. And I’ve
accepted them as the harsh reality of my life, never raising my hand to
question them but nodding whenever someone told me who I am. And not correcting
them was the only thing which oddly invigorated me, gave me a sense of superiority over
them.
But it’s true that I am a capricious being where the real me
continually vacillates between the several different sides of my being and
cannot handle not being taken seriously. I fall from grace with a loud thud and
I take pleasure in depriving myself of happiness but overburden myself with it at other
times. I make audacious attempts and I am courageous enough to start all over
again at any point of time in life and dedicated enough to keep on going even
after being told it’s not worth it. I am crazy, reckless, and indecisive. I'll love you and I'll hate you at the same time. I am North and South in one. I am the monsoon and the drought, all in one. I am not renowned for my loquacity but sit with me over for a
third cup of coffee and I’ll tell you. I wallow in silence but also know how to
pull myself out of it.
There are layers which are slowly peeled off with time, by
those who are willing to do so. And I am aware of how some people may dislike me
because of these baffling sides of me, people who’ll end up defining me with
different adjectives.
I wish I could bring out the real me, utter my real feelings
as instantly as I was put face to face with someone. But most of the
conversations happen inside my brain, with the real me. Who is witty and
charming, caring and comprehends every sentence said to her. I try though, but
she just shrivels back inside when showed the slightest of movement from the
other side, never persists but leaves me striving for it.
