The Wednesday Evening

It feels like a spider struggling to get out from one of his own web when someone misinterprets you and you can't justify yourself as you don't even know if he has misinterpreted you. Your feelings get confined to a small room with no windows to allow sunlight to come in, a room which doesn't even have a ventilation! You get trapped, feel suffocated, scream but then get quiet when you find no one else to hear you except your own silence! And then suddenly, you make your thoughts stop breathing by throwing them into that red dustbin which is kept in your neighborhood and closing the lid! Is it that easy to kill a small part of yourself by killing that very thought?

Today some people were saying, might be rumoring, that I will be rewarded next day but sadly I don't know what will it be for neither did they! Is it for throwing my thoughts into that red dustbin? We generally think a lot on what others think (especially about us)!! But isn't it correct to do so, after all, humans are social animals (I hope I am a human) and society is what defines us, and still we quote not to give damn on what others think! 

We hide our secrets but forget that by hiding them we are giving a chance to others to explore them! And when they find something they yell Eureka to the whole world and suddenly, everyone is seen waiting for you to come, with a tag of their opinion in their hands, to bang on your face! So why not to keep our thoughts naked as in the end, what we all care is what others think about us!