Pitter patter

“Nobody is one block of harmony. We are all afraid of something, or feel limited in something. We all need somebody to talk to. It would be good if we talked to each other–not just pitter-patter, but real talk. We shouldn’t be so afraid, because most people really like this contact; that you show you are vulnerable makes them free to be vulnerable too. It’s so much easier to be together when we drop our masks.” – Liv Ullman

It’s the masks that kill us. I have relationships with several dead people. They ask  me how I am, I say fine thank you. I ask them the same, they say I’m fine too. They talk about the weather – how this time the winter came later than usual, about how there’s nothing good on TV, or what who said to them and how they responded. But I know one or two, or perhaps more, alive people too. No pitter patter. We look each other in the eyes. Our eyes are alive, we speak of what we truly feel. “I’ve been through a trauma”. “I went through one too, this is what I learnt from it”. The fear, the disappointment that run as a current beneath can be exposed, one can be oneself. In being oneself, there is the joy of being alive, of knowing that one is accepted, that the other is genuinely interested in who you are, and not just in a happy-go-lucky forgery of your real self.

~ by tdcatss on December 22, 2013.

2 Responses to “Pitter patter”

  1. khud se mulaqat hui, jab naqaab unhone utara huzoor… mar mar ke jee rahein the buton ke beech mein.. maseehe ne khud toot kar zinda kiya majboor…

  2. :)

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