So, you do not speak much? Her strict teacher asked in a plain tone. She nodded her head, realized she has still not spoken, then quickly said “Yes”.
The teacher gave a taunting smile before handing out the checked test paper muttering “If this is the best you could do.”
She was not sure whether he was talking about her paper or her personality.
It has been many years since that day. She is still not sure whether she can do better than being quiet.
When the interviewer asked a question to be answered in a minute, she took only 15 seconds, an uneasy silence followed. She pushed herself to fill the remaining 45 seconds.
When her best friend chirped what else did you do over weekend, she was taken aback because that’s what she meant when she said she went shopping.
When her fiance asked her what else does she like doing in her free time, she revisited what she has already told him million of times but she could not fill enough sentences for telling so.
As the same school invited her to deliver a 1 hour long speech on how to be successful, she felt the same as she has felt years ago. Maybe she needs to speak more.
Nah, faith has carried her so far, she called the school to reduce her time of speech to 20 minutes.
Bright lights were flashing; I was caught between red and green flashes. In my mind, I was sitting with legs squeezed against my stomach as if doing yoga that should ease my breathlessness but only adding to my anxiety. My strangled breath started drumming into my ears so that I could no longer hear anything else.
Hello Old Friend,
Incidentally, I joined a new company few months back.
New company, new people but some things remain same. Last month, I again noticed entire crowd looking at me when I was going towards my bay. Few weeks ago, a couple of girls were giving me stealth glances. I remained the same visible, popular one.
Rishaan picked up his favorite purple shirt from his messed up cupboard, having a pile of clothes in the middle. He has received many compliments on wearing this shirt since his college.
“Everybody thought I looked handsome, atleast most of the girls did. Hope Kiara likes it too.” He thought cheerfully to himself.
The classroom was unusually livid. A group of guys were chattering excitedly sitting on the second row of desks arranged in a circular fashion. The girls were hoarded in the right-hand portion of the class looking engaged in serious conversation. Ishita and Ashish stood aloof as usual, with Ishita leaning on the blackboard. Her brownish hair appeared golden due to sunshine streaming through the windows next to her. “But, it is a very lively class in general. I must get ready for my presentation.” I thought to myself. There was to be a presentation on Mergers & Acquisitions. I was feeling quite nervous and irritated as it has been delayed several times and now I was the only one left who has not presented her findings of the case study given to the class. As soon as professor entered, chattering minimized to excited whispers.