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I listened to all else.
A whisper, I could hear..
A whisper, soft and dear..."
I was reciting my poem out loud. Their interest in it seemed very convincing, but also very unlikely. I mean, even I wouldn't respond to it that way. Not to demean myself, but I knew my place as a novice and this piece did not deserve the praise it was being given. I was at my first open mic event. A couple of friends had come with me, but we were made to sit apart. Here, we were meant to socialize. Meet new people, make connections. And so we did. I believed that this day was the beginning of something very special. I wanted it to be.
Soon the group exchanged social media handles and WhatsApp numbers. We met again a month later. Hugs and laughter, love and support. It was a beautiful atmosphere. As months passed I became a regular member. I pushed myself to go and socialize. The regulars seemed to have found their own inner circles. I told myself that they probably knew each other beforehand. But eventually, I found myself looking for excuses to not go. For, though I loved the vibe in the event, I had failed to make my own connections.
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| An Ode to the Self by Darshana Suresh |
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This is a part of the April A to Z challenge under the theme of 'My Inhibitions' or 'An Ode to Myself'. Read the other posts here.
Theme Reveal - An Ode to Myself | A for Awkwardness | B for Books | C for Connections | D for Decisions | E for Extempore | F for Failure | G for Gymming | H for Hurt | I for Individuality | J for Judgements | K for Knowledge | L for Left-Out | M for Mediocrity | N for Needful | O for Overthinking | P for Paunch | Q for Quitting | R for Remembering | S for Sensitivity | T for True-Self | U for Usefulness | V for Vexation | W for Writing | X for The Unknown | Y for YOLO | Z for Zone
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