The Mask

There was a change in my life when I visited India last time. History repeats. Everything changed again. I lost a lot when I made my last trip. Trips always gives me memories. Memories can be good as well as painful. These memories are heart shaking. I am sad from long time. Pain is so much that I was being noticed. Everyone around me said, "I look sad". I actually am.

Even when I was at home, my parents recognized sadness in my behavior. I am going through a tough time. I have lost a part of me. I have lost my life. Never the less, I have to put a mask on my face. This mask will help people around me feel comfortable. It will make them feel that I am normal. Again, history repeats. I was in same situation few years back and had to put a mask. I am so good in putting that mask that no one ever knows until I tell them. It took 3 years for me to come out last time. I don't think that this society is gonna let me be in pain for that long. It will be bad for people around me as well. I will have to come out ASAP this time. 

I came out on my own last time, it is gonna be pretty much the same again. I can write all this freely as I know most people are not going to read this. The people who are gonna read this, may not give it proper attention as required. Any case, will get to know.