MASKS
For most of our lives, we wear masks. Fearing the person beneath the mask. Not wanting to show our real faces. Not knowing if someone can accept us without it. Not knowing whether even we can accept ourselves without masks These masks are sometimes our pretentious clothes, sometimes our university degrees, sometimes even our hobbies. We play sports because we like emulating the sportsmen. We identify with music sometimes coz its simply not so simple. We connect with people who like our masks and we like theirs. But sometimes there comes a moment when that mask cracks a bit from someone’s face. Everyone around that broken mask feel something changing. Something that is not part of our world. And hence we take it upon ourselves to rebuild that mask or if that does not happen, we show the broken person the various other masks that suit him. And then sometimes we feel our masks cracking. We start feeling a void inside. We start falling down. The air attacking our face is so violent that