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Song- Runaway (Hindi/ English version)
The tides hit the shore rhythmically. I walked through the beach step after step on the soft sand that etched on without any end, just like the battle I'm facing. After a long struggle I collapsed and surrendered, leaving the decision to the time.
I felt something heavy, a feeling that landed in my gut - the feeling of denial. It took me a lot of courage to come out as an asexual to my family. It's bizarre for them. You can't blame them when they never encountered this in their lives. How could I urge them to accept me in just a day when I, myself took longer than that to know my sexual orientation.
Society, anxiety, stress pounced on me at once. Though I went near the edge of depression, I did not fall, instead I faded from it - that moment I realized that I am a part of this world and my opinion matters the most in my life, but still it doesn't change the fact that some constantly dwell on one's miseries.
In spite of having a smile on my face, tears rolled down my cheeks. Tears of disappointment, hollowness, frustration that none can understand me... the fickle waves splashed on the shore. A lighting bolt struck in the evening sky. It started to rain heavily. The rain made me drown in the pool of the unknown.
The rain no longer soaked me, I looked up when someone muttered my name- Shri. My sister stood holding an umbrella above me. This time the rain didn't suffocate me, I felt comfort from it. I embraced my sister-who unconditionally loves and supports me. I once read, "The sea, to be happy, like hearts, must be stirred.”
Without breaking the hug I asked her with a smile,
"Take me home..."
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