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Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Numinous Endeavors










Monday, October 12, 2015

Tough Kid

I always liked to believe that I was immune to negativity. The fact that no mean words or hateful glances could ever hurt me. And to some extent, that was true, none of these things did ever bother me. I liked to think I was tough, like a rock. I had this powerful wall built around me that no ill thought could penetrate. And it was so.
Then, one day, my nanu (maternal grandparent) just casually said to me, "I have big dreams about you, Ayon". And it broke me down. I was in pieces. All those walls suddenly vanished. I felt like bursting into tears.
I was immune to negativity after all, just not immune to the thought of being a letdown to all those people who tirelessly love me.