“Join me to start a new initiative – social, creative or commercial”, I said. “It’s the closest friendship I can think of.”
They give me blank looks.
“You’re busy in a lockdown?” I hear amused remarks.
I stay away, not wanting to be a part of the idlers’ club.
I’m politely labelled unsocial, and treated as if I’m anti-social.
“You’re not counted in the close circle. Nobody likes you,” hisses my venomous mother.
Actually, nobody understands me. Is it fear or envy?
Some day, I’ll write my story with stars on the sands. I’m already visualising my Ted Talk.