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I am tired of people!

I am actually bearing them roughly since the past two years.

I had never been with them before except in the beautiful novels that I read and my dreams.

My daily strolls to my school and back gave me enough time to spend with something that they never would know exists. They have been just lucky enough to let nature take their breaths away occasionally in their lives, on a trek, some pic on the net or some other similar momentary experience of the unimagined. I lived as one with it.

I could tell from the cat’s posture if there was a snake nearby. I knew the sound of the kingfisher. I could tell between the male and the female cuckoo. I would mimic a bharadwaj. I knew the colour of seasons. I have run ahead of the rain… I knew the smell of summer-earth.

And I dreamt… of beautiful things. I thought. I figured out why the shadow grows in size when taken closer to the light source. I was 10. And stuff like that.

I read Jayshankar Prasad. I had never known that level of passion.

I learned. I grew. But I didn’t know about people.

Now that I do, I am tired.

I am tired of the ignorance. I am tired of their enthusiasm to reach on to a judgment about someone. I am tired of people who just don’t have the sense to appreciate good sense! They just aren’t happy enough to respect anyone or anything. The escapist attitude that has become their habit gets on my nerves! To turn blind to your mistakes and blame the entire system for the misery around, makes me sick. Sometimes I feel I am tired of the general low IQ around me…

They lie. Even if they aren’t wrong. They lie! It’s a shame. But they’d laugh at me for thinking like this.

I am not tired of pretending to be happy around them. I don’t do that. I am tired of being around them. I am tired of putting up with them…

I am sorry that I sound so crabby, but this is just not the world I dreamed of…