Our faces help us in putting up such a farce at times. At the outset, it seems everything is fine. The smiling faces on e-platforms like facebook or twitter help us convey a message to the world, that we are happy and life is good. But if you care to dig deeper, you start finding holes after every odd count.
I know of plentiful people who seem to have the best of relationships, romantic and otherwise. There are days I hear of particular statuses on facebook which help form a picture that the bond is a strong one. But I know different. Way different. I think we have this tiny devil inside and it is entirely upto us to choose how much of him/her we want to show. The only person I am truly honest with is perhaps my sister. I do not want to share my innermost thoughts with the rest of the pack, as do some, for the simple reason that they change. Whatever opinion I form of a person gets diluted with every deed or action that helps me know him/her better. So I keep quiet because atleast that comes with a guarantee that I won't repent it in the future. Unless a personality comes out too strong from the early days, leaving me no choice but to close all doors and adopting the 'stay away' mantra.
Over the years, I have become an agony aunt for many a people. There are moments when I hear false stories and even when I do know the truth, I keep quiet. Why? Because it is none of my business. I like to play it safe I suppose. I have seen people around me fight, say ugly things to each other and make up. One moment they are inseparable and the very next I am handed a list of why he/she isn't a good person after all. My weapon during such times is to listen. I love listening. I listen to them all. No wonder I am the go-to person for lamenting or pouring/venting out pent up emotions. And that's why I am also the Secret keeper.
Tonight this post comes in the light of a similar story. Some months back I heard a volley of comments being hurled at each other. Then too I kept quiet and yet tonight the world sees a different picture. Words. They help create this web of lies and bridge the gap simultaneously. I can't seem to understand the intricacies of it all. Will I ever?
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