Monday, January 27, 2014

But Fixed Are Those Who Are Broken

She lay down on her back, staring at ceiling, trying to find something up there that could make her feel less miserable. She always did that, as if, the ceiling knew just the right words that could make her feel better. The ceiling, although, didn't help much in her quest of finding the answers. She searched every corner of the whiteness staring back down at her, so expressionless, so emotionless that it made her envious of the ceiling. Why couldn't it feel like her? Ceilings don't feel miserable, do they? Did anyone ever get mad at the ceiling? When was the last time a ceiling got called 'mean'? She yearned for it to speak. But speak, it could not. So she turned to her side, staring at the curtain. So still it was, it appeared the curtain was afraid to move. Just like she was afraid of.. wait, what was she afraid of? Expectations? Yes! In this life where people come and become a part of your life, they start getting to have expectations from you. And that was what she was afraid of. Expectations. Expectations that people had from her. She was still, just like the curtain. Maybe the curtain was still because it didn't want to feel miserable for not coming up to the expectations of people to stop the light from coming in. Maybe it thought that if it'd move, the light will manage to escape inside the room somehow. And if the light would manage to peek inside, it'd kill the point of having the curtains drawn. It'd kill the expectation of the person sitting inside the room. How perfectly is this curtain managing to keep up to what's expected of it, by keeping itself still. How hard can it be, she thought? She didn't want to move now. Even her breaths were coming out so perilously, as if they were afraid of disturbing the curtain's stillness. She yearned for the curtain to speak. But the curtain had to remain still. So she turned to her other side. A door. Been there, never trying to run away. Doing its duty as perfectly as a door can. She could have been a door. But she had to be a human. She could have been anything. But she ended up being a human. She could have been an emotionless ceiling. Or a perfect curtain. Or a door.
Maybe because they don't have to fix things if something goes wrong. Instead, they get fixed.

Wait, she didn't want to get fixed, either.


  1. Yep sometimes life is like AAARRRRGGGHHH!!! But with family, friends and relatives life seems much better. their presence motivation guidance makes one feel like all will be better soon, that bad moment or phase, its temporaray and will be over soon

  2. they don't need to fix anything because there's none that are important to them. the fact that you want to be better person means there are people you love that you want to take care of and love in return. cheer up!

  3. Full of feelings, nicely written!!

  4. I stared at the title wondering what it meant :"But Fixed Are Those Who Are Broken"?
    Then read the article and at the end went up, read the title and it was too delicious that i read the article again ...haha :)

  5. The title is very enticing and so is the post! :)

    Keep blogging