The Unsaid

I am angry. I am scared. I am confused. But, I can't share my thoughts. Can I? Whatever I say will raise questions on trust. Whatever I do will be interpreted in your way. My life is not going to remain the same. It will change drastically. Not so much yours. So, how about put yourself aside and think about this one person who will go through a huge transition. All of you say you care about me and yet are not ready to understand me. I don't want to discuss my problems, not because I think you are incapable of solving them. I don't share, because you will be the first person to take charge, roll up your sleeves, and start working on it till the problem disappears.

No, I don't want that. I want you to be there for me. I am tired of hiding. I am weakened by bottling up everything. I just want...... You... Whatever I do or think is best for me, support me. I love you, but I will not be able to do everything you say. I will fight, you would too. But, I don't want to be without you. It is scary to be alone in this. I tried to not feel this, become this. It took me months before I could realise the truth. We will work hard to make this work. But, we will work at it. I promise. So, do you trust me? 

Can you, for once, hold me tightly and say - "Hey, we are in this together. I am with you. Go ahead! ..... Be who are."

Lalita was about to finish her letter for her mom when she hears footsteps. She quickly hides the letter below her book- The Happiness Hypotheses. Her mother walks in slowly, looks at her, and leaves. It is dinner time. Lalita closes her book, switches off the lamp on her study, and follows her mom.

Tonight, one more letter went into her other pile of letters she wrote to her mother. They were all the things she couldn't talk to her mother about. All those secrets she wanted to share, lie flat for 4 years now. Her cellphone lights up in the dark. She received a short message from someone

"Hey... It was so lovely to have finally met you today at the beach. Hope we can do this again sometime. This is my number. 

Samayra"