Have a soul

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Have A Soul

Have A Soul

I looked like them. I behaved like them. I had managed to become a part of the hep gang in school. I had to change myself completely. That day, sitting in the front row amongst the popular kids, I was the happiest soul. Had I looked back, I would have realised that they were taking me for a ride. Tears wouldn’t stop as I stared at the telecast of that match on cafeteria TV. The mean girls were mocking my every move behind my back. So naive I had been to think that I could belong in that soulless group.

Written for 100 words on Saturday at Write Tribe.

Today’s prompt is courtesy Nischala Murthy who blogs at Verve:  “Had I looked back”

 

100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe

NaBloPoMo November 2013

Picture Courtesy : Allthetests.com

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29 thoughts on “Have a soul

  1. Yes, as children we all tend to be a part of the hep group, not understanding the importance of being with people who are like us. Well described Jyothi.

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  2. In life there is one particular phase where we want to be noticed and will go an extra mile to achieve that. but only to realize that it was a mirage. i love yr writing.

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  3. Lovely post, am sure most of us would relate to this given that we have all tried to be hep and happening at some point in life, haven’t we?

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  4. It is hard to take in that we do not belong. Even if we put in effort to ‘belong’ to that one group, we will still feel lonely. To be in a group, and still feel lonely – that’s hard. I have fallen out of hep groups too.. may be I am not hep enough? 😀

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