The Stories we tell

I’ve always liked stories but lately I’ve been growing an obsession to the stories behind the smiles and tears. Not one of the stories I’ve heard have bored me… every one of them is unique and beautiful. This must be a weird thing to say but I’ve been inspired by the smiles, the tears, the stress lines on their foreheads and the dimples on their cheeks. Have you got a story too?

There’s a story behind every smile and every tear. To us it’s all but a confusing world… rude people and fake smiles. There’s a reason behind the way that he smiles… there’s a reason why he wears a frown and pretends like he’s still fine. There’s a reason why she avoids the crowds, there’s a reason why he never seems to shed a tear.  How could we be so narrow minded and judge the smiles and tears the way we see it? How could we throw words at people without knowing that these very words are what haunt them over and over again till they drop down in the end. And when they look so sad, we ask them what was wrong. We sound like we care but really if it was not for us they would never look so sad. Just so that he never has to hear that again, he winks when he sees you. We are all ignorant and stupid to think that he’s having the time of his life. We are Stupid. How could we be so? He’s not just keeping silent because he wants to… no one wants to be cornered out. We pull him into the game and ask him to play along. When he drops the ball, we ask him to get a life. We ask him to get a life when we took it away ourselves. When she turns around angered we ask her not to be angry, we tell her it’s stupid to rage over such a simple matter… but only in many years will we know that it was not for that simple reason she raged. She had the world on her shoulders and we laughed about how something as simple as that could put her off so easily. Would we, in that place, have been able to carry the same load and still look so fine… would you and I have stayed calm when people just asked us to keep calm? They hold stories. Beautiful ones, the best ones. True stories always have their own beauty. No one’s just happy or just sad or just angry… they’re telling us a story with the emotions they show the world. If we are a little more careful we might even hear their voices telling us the stories. We might be part of their beautiful storyline, a part of the reason for the smile on her face and still never know if we don’t listen. We’ve got our own stories to tell as well…  and till these stories are heard we would also be a bystander with a messed up brain to someone who walks past.

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14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Amruth
    Feb 23, 2013 @ 13:04:32

    This is deeeeeeeeeeep. 😥

    Reply

  2. ziris94
    Feb 23, 2013 @ 15:39:27

    Very nice LSGMH 🙂 I have something that is similar to this which I have not posted yet :/ But I will….Soon <(")

    Reply

  3. devmini
    Mar 01, 2013 @ 15:33:02

    u really seem to understand people around you….thats a good thing…ppl r more comfortable arround you ….;-)

    Reply

  4. amesha
    Mar 07, 2013 @ 15:10:26

    so damn true!!!

    Reply

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