And who isn't fond of them? Or who would want to portray oneself as a loner? Or would you not want someone to be close enough to you to hear the unsaid? Today, wishing to live this life as one of those, I would want to introduce the sour side of an introvert.
An introvert, who turns out to be over-thinker as well, perceives a cluster to be the safest, for he knew, none cared. His new found comfort was only getting lost in the crowd. Never minded how people rushed through the same cluster, may be to rise honestly or may be by just another dishonorable action. Grinding self through a process of continuous questions and answers, he was mentally tired. Had none to talk to, no shoulder to rest on and probably no pillow could contain the tears anymore.
Followed by successive events of sheer ignorance, makes up his mind to create another one for self, a transparent one.
The transperncy that was tried to showcase to the world, the stage he set, the jury he aimed to live up to, the standards he set for all these and for self, this race, which he still aims to immoralise, for the universe would want to see through every being, scan their minds, to reveal the one beneath the mask. Why do not we travel a journey to the depth so lonely, discovering oneself in this sole-socialising world, to tear off the mask for what is revealed is equal to the world as us. Savour this journey, bit by bit, to make a little world, to make a better world.
