Hundreds of voices filled my head and my ears were ringing. Each of those voices was judgemental. I’ve always thought about how it would be to hear someone praising me, at least one of those hundred voices. But it never happened, and I was always left disappointed. People don’t like to appreciate others in their thoughts after all, the appreciation is mostly a farce they put on and the train ride always made me realize this.

After a short walk from the railway station, I arrived at my home which was empty, since both my mother and father had gone out for a charity dinner. As I entered the house, I felt free. My thoughts were uninhibited, simply because there was no one around who had opinions about me.

Most people did not like solitude, they preferred to be around the hustle and bustle and I savored my solitude. It was the only time I had a mind of my own, thoughts which were mine and no one passing any kind of judgement. I always wonder what it is like to have your own thoughts the whole day without listening to other people’s taunts about you in their mind, and the tougher part, not reacting to it because if you did, you are a certified freak.

Sometimes the thoughts are overwhelming, almost so much that I cannot hear the actual talking, resulting in my abilities almost being discovered. But I’ve grown to understand it as a curse as well as a blessing. It helps me make true friends, yet it takes them away from me when they’ve discovered my true self. I know everything about myself through others’ opinions and I don’t hold myself on a pedestal, but sometimes, I’m knocked into the ground with the thoughts.

Have you ever thought of how it feels to have someone interpreting your every action, judging your every move and commenting on every single thing you do for even one day? Hard, isn’t it? Imagine the same for three hundred and sixty five days. Being alone is a boon, for I am free only then. No one’s mind is free of thoughts and so is mine. So why wouldn’t I prefer my solitude.

‘Ordinary’ people’s opinions are in the form of thoughts, mine are in the form of words and my solitude.

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Love,

Ananya