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“What I Remember (13)” – Nayana Nair

i did all that i must do
and now no one asks me what’s next.
thankfully,
no one burdens me with with their dreams anymore.
i am no longer a possible candidate for the worst,
for taking over the misfortune of my mother’s life.
i no longer have to worry about hurting my parents by
being like them or living like them.
thankfully,
what bothers me, what eats me up
is nothing that would keep anyone else awake
and that is important.

in spite of this emptiness i write about
and this loneliness that seems bigger than this world,
all this do not stop me
from laughing at jokes, craving for food that i shouldn’t eat,
dreaming of another broken love with my only lover,
from having a good time – that i will conveniently forget.
nothing i cry about, no ailing that lives in me
is too large to stop me from living.

i guess i carry an instability in my genes.
if my eyes are in the color of sadness,
i guess i got it from my parents.
and they are lovely people who somehow raised me right
in spite of having a tendency to mess up things
and their sadness with life.

tomorrow i will probably hate them frequently again
but they will nag at me when i reach home drenched in rain,
will tell me sit straight and force me to eat what will keep me alive,
will ask me to keep my phone down,
and sleep a little bit more.

they will not ask what’s wrong and that will disappoint me,
but they will let me do what i want to do (sometimes)
and they will try their best not to wrong me.
they will wish for my happiness,
even if they have no idea what makes me happy
and that is important.

because though i lived my extended teenage
believing that i had no one,
but it was not true.
i saw no one
and it is my fault.
even when i thought i was not loved
they have loved me silently.
though it was a tiring love,
it knew no end.

“What I Remember (10)” – Nayana Nair

I want to write about the boring,
about all that is insignificant,
about the trust that lasts,
about the promises that are kept,
about the things we don’t have to beg from god.

I belive there must be some things in life that goes as we wanted to,
that didn’t take our effort, our prayers to go right,
that fell into place so naturally
that we didn’t even notice the ease they gave us.
The boring that is neglected, that is mocked
must be a dream for a person I don’t know of.
The days of charity and donation,
the realization of the lack that we don’t experience
hits us only briefly,
gives us only short lived sadness or gratitude
and a bit of pride (that has a little longer life)
in ourselves for venturing out of our boredom
to witness the lacking of others,
to distribute a bit of what we have in abundance.

But I am not that changed,
I am not that affected.
Tomorrow when I wake up
I will forget
about the stomachs that are never filled,
about the dry glass and throats,
about the darkness that night brings,
about little curious eyes that will never see a book.
Tomorrow, again I will shamelessly
write about my need for love and acceptance.

But that is how I am
and with time I have learned
not to feel guilty for being like this,
for that is the kind of human I was made to be.
I will only be bothered
by the small bruise on my face,
the small cuts on my hand,
even if I know the existence of greater pain,
for that knowledge is not an anesthetic .
I am a petty creature like that
and I can only really feel my own loss.

“What I Remember(4)” – Nayana Nair

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I tell myself that I have nothing worth saying and that no one wants to listen.
I know this because I have tried to speak my mind
and in best cases I have been told that my mind is not that right,
that the experience that I speak from doesn’t exist for them,
so they will unanimously refuse to acknowledge my narrative.
Or they will smile at me and look down at me.
But I am not their adorable kid who had got her alphabets mixed up.
I am a person equal to them,
and my level of ignorance is equal to them
even if it is not about same things.

***

I am a person equal to them.
I am a person equal to them
I am a person equal to them…
I have to keep repeating it
or else I might just forget.
Maybe I have already started to forget
because these days I speak in small sentences, waiting for affirmative nods.
I find myself reading everything that they will approve of.
I find myself voicing what they want to hear.
I see myself calling myself stupid before they call me one.
I see myself nod understandingly at everything I disagree with.
I hear the arguments inside me against the favorite opinions of everyone
and they stay inside me,
and everyone is happy.

***

“You are too young to know better, to know reality.
You are too girlish to see the world for what it is.
You are too sentimental to speak logically.”
I know the wall of judgement I will run into
if I let myself speak.

***

So you may actually want to listen
and you might not be like others.
But I can’t bring myself to speak about what matters to me.
Cause either I will be wounded at my weakest spot
or I will end up hating you just for being like everyone else
when you ridicule me, interrupt me to correct me
and try to tell me what I should be feeling instead.
I won’t give you a chance
because I can’t take chances with our friendship.
I won’t speak up
because I don’t want to feel more inferior than I already do.

***

“What I Remember (2)” – Nayana Nair

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I have friends who didn’t know whom they were befriending. That is why I feel lonely and that is why I am distant.

There used to be a time when I could philosophize about friendship. I don’t do that any longer.
Because having opinions on what friendship is and who friends are is tiring. Tiring because at best maybe it can change the view I have about the world. But it doesn’t change who I am and what I will do when faced with certain situations. Situations that sadly repeat themselves so many time, that it feels like a burden to rethink my own reaction to them.
And it is difficult to voice these frustation because I am the one who is tiring others out.
Once I could dismiss these thoughts as my wrong perception about myself or a kind of self-hatred. I believe that the only thing that makes me stay in a relation is need. I want people to need me. It would be better to say I can understand if people befriend me out of their own self-interest. And I will know what to do, to continue that. I want to be given priority because I can deliver their expectations. Things go well till this point.
But when they are position to not need me. I feel that I am a tool whose use has expired. I feel them looking at me, occupying a space in their life, and thinking how to get rid of me, so that they can bring new furniture. Now even if they continue to treat me as they have always done, I can only look at it as kindness of person or formalities that I have never been able to get my head around.

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I will not text you first, because you may have tried hard to get slip this distance between us, so that you don’t have to become a bad person.
No issues, I will become the bad person, if you don’t want to. If that makes life convenient for you.
I will answer your calls out of blue and will say the things that friends are supposed to say. I will politely decline or postpone meetings that are half-hearted. So that you can feel good about remembering to invite a friend you didn’t want to.
I will not tell you of all the times I needed a friend. Times I looked for you, while you stood steps away from me, trying to be everyone’s friend.
I will get rid of this luggage, these unnecessary feelings, when people I trusted even when I didn’t want to trust, seek me only when they had no one to turn to.

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I am sorry you thought I am strong enough to not need friend.
I am sorry if you thought I do not take things to heart.
I am sorry for cutting our ties, for being a person who cannot be loved once their use ends. Or for being a person you keep as Plan B.
Once I would have believed that I am at fault for pushing people out.
But not now, when I see you standing at the door, not wanting to come in, not wanting to leave my life, not wanting to close the door. Just in case I become useful again.
I have not become a loner. I have not become anti-social.
I just refuse to be kept in dark only because you need a candle.

List of things I don’t know

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  • Know when to give up and when to not.
  • Take responsibility of my life.
  • Take steps to become the person I want.
  • Stop thinking about things that do not matter.
  • Think about things that do matter.
  • Accept and enjoy the happiness I have.
  • Not to question every good thing in my life
  • Not to wait for something bad to happen every moment.
  • Accept compliments.
  • Give compliment.
  • Give my opinion on anything to anyone.
  • Believe in myself.
  • Talk to a stranger (even if I want to).
  • Not hide behind my pain as an excuse.
  • Not trying to guess ulterior motives of people (even if they may not have any).
  • Know how much love to give.
  • Not  to be bound by my comfort zone.
  • Try something new.
  • Not be blinded by emotion even if I know I will regret it.
  • Accept my limitations and move on.
  • Not to be awkward around people.
  • Not be self-obsessed.
  • Make a list like this, without getting depressed by it.
  • Eat healthy.
  • Keep friends.
  • Not get influenced by emotional blackmail of everyone around me.
  • Accept my fault/ mistakes.
  • Break out of my habits.
  • Write something meaningful.
  • Love people who deserve it.
  • Declare to world how much of a mess I am (did that right now 🙂 )
  • Continue writing this stupid list.

 

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