My once happy chatter has turned into silence, a heavy silence which hangs in the air and speaks a thousand words. I shift in and out of shadows, only show my presence when needed. The acerbic jealously of my mates cuts through my weak exterior. Is it a crime to be a topper?
This jocular question doesn’t resonate with the deep thought invoked by the first few lines. But here it is, the truth of being a topper. Because if you are one, you are on your own, a lone wolf.
Everything changes in an instant, friends turn to foes and classmates grow sick of the bestowal of praise and accolades on you. You lose yourself in this river of styx, hate to be precise. You long for normalcy to restore, when people are able to see beyond this facade, when they are able to see how funny, mischievous and average you are. Sadly, such specialized goggles are yet to be invented. But they are being pre-booked, because they would make this world a simpler and happier place to live in. We wouldn’t only be friends with benefits, who can be manipulated and twisted at will. We wouldn’t face betrayal and be the butt of all jokes. We would be seen for who we truly are, jealous, egoistic, lonely or misunderstood.
Being a lone wolf is a tiresome job. You share all your secrets and jokes with yourself and ramble and mumble all the time, or invent an imaginary friend, till the point you go mad. So,it is time we looked beyond the hut, the river, the grass and the mountain in a landscape to observe something that was present all the time, yet absent to our eyes, the breathtaking sky, tinted with hues of violet, pink and shades of joy.