Impression
Monday.. At times the word itself seems to mock at us as MOURN DAY.... Early morning.. heavy traffic.. pulls u down from the weekend cloud9 hangover into a monotonous reality..
Battling my way though the crowd.. I leaped into an overcrowded bus , just then a girl pushed me from my back. I barely rescued myself from landing up into a middle-aged women's lap. I apologized her pointing towards the crowd but went in vain. She scanned me with a nasty look and just turned away.. I started enjoying the music flooding through my earphones.. but her occasional intimating looks kept bothering me. "Spoilt brat", I thought ,"is what she thinks about me".. "No its just the way she looks", calmed the other part of my mind. "May be I have hurt her by mistake" or "Maybe she is thinking something else ".. thoughts kept cascading my mind.. as the bus traveled from one stop to another. Suddenly she got down putting all my speculations to rest.
I captured her window seat relaxing myself with the gushing wind that touched my face.. Then suddenly something knocked.. Who was she??? Do I know her?? What affected me??? a look?? ...... We often come across new faces that lives impressions on us.. few of which fades, few remains, few affects and few teaches.. Mostly we act thinking what others will think in-spite of the fact , it changes nothing.. Neither US not others perception. Yet we end up making ourselves a puppet of others thought....
On the account of every new encounter, butterflies in our stomach plays with our mixed emotion. Be it an interview , a presentation or first date or just a random flee. First Impression is the Last Impression , is all it whispers.... AND Judgment followzzz.....
A bitch or an Angel,
whatever they utter ,
Our Inner Self,
Never actually shatter..
Battling my way though the crowd.. I leaped into an overcrowded bus , just then a girl pushed me from my back. I barely rescued myself from landing up into a middle-aged women's lap. I apologized her pointing towards the crowd but went in vain. She scanned me with a nasty look and just turned away.. I started enjoying the music flooding through my earphones.. but her occasional intimating looks kept bothering me. "Spoilt brat", I thought ,"is what she thinks about me".. "No its just the way she looks", calmed the other part of my mind. "May be I have hurt her by mistake" or "Maybe she is thinking something else ".. thoughts kept cascading my mind.. as the bus traveled from one stop to another. Suddenly she got down putting all my speculations to rest.
I captured her window seat relaxing myself with the gushing wind that touched my face.. Then suddenly something knocked.. Who was she??? Do I know her?? What affected me??? a look?? ...... We often come across new faces that lives impressions on us.. few of which fades, few remains, few affects and few teaches.. Mostly we act thinking what others will think in-spite of the fact , it changes nothing.. Neither US not others perception. Yet we end up making ourselves a puppet of others thought....
A bitch or an Angel,
whatever they utter ,
Our Inner Self,
Never actually shatter..
Beauty 😍😜
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