Watch Me Sleep.

"It's funny how I still remember every detail. Even after being lifeless for over fifteen years, I can still visualize my body resting in the coffin. I can still remember how he watched me sleep."

I was seventeen. He was nineteen. Best of friends. Just a random day when we were hanging out at my place. Lying on the undone bed and with the cold breeze slapping our bodies on the twentieth story, it was Nature's demand. We came closer, wrapping ourselves under a thick quilt, wrapping our bodies together. Oh what relief! It was the sweetest of sleep I ever had.
After a while, my eyes opened to see him gazing at me. He likes to watch me sleep. Like sunshine lighting up my eyes, he bent down, kissed me and left while I saw him leave. Who knew it was for real. I was fooled by irony. That was the last time I saw him.

Well, not really the last time.

Four days later. Trapped in my own body, refusing to give up, it came to an end. I remember watching my own self being dressed. Lifeless. I can visualize my own self being placed in a coffin. Lifeless. I can still visualize myself in a pretty white dress, sleeping in the coffin. Lifeless.

I saw him gazing at my body, knelt down, leaning on my coffin, besides my corpse. Sobbing, he touched my forehead. I was still present there. Well lets say in 'My Both Self'. My Soul, my Body. Seperately. I saw my body, lifeless, break a few hearts that instant. But I was right there. Right besides the door. I walked ahead, through the people. Made my way to myself. Stood near my coffin, besides him.

Suddenly, he looked up. I thought he saw me. But that's when I realised, that now, he sees through me.

Turned his gaze back at the coffin. He likes to watch me sleep.

Boundaries.

'We give ourselves all these boundaries and then are proud of ourselves when we step out of them. Maybe we should just stop creating them?'

I was attending my English lecture where we were being taught a poem by Robert Frost, 'Mending Walls'. Our lecturer was just giving us a briefing of the poem ,when she tried to explain us the actual meaning of the poem, the  philosophical allusion present. Well it sounded like a very tedious poem until the actual meaning was understood. Frost has beautifully taken up the concept of how people mark their territory through walls or signs and has related this concept to how people mark their territory when it comes to certain people, certain relationships, certain situations.

We are humans. We are selfish. We are broken. We are proud. We are arrogant. We hate. We Love. We neglect. We worry. We judge.  This comes with absolutely no doubt. But,  have you ever thought why we are this way? Why all this Grudge, Love , Hate, Pride, Neglect? And the question that really needs to be answered is 'Do we treat everyone equally?' We love, we hate , we judge etc. But, do we love everyone? Do we hate everyone? Do we judge everyone? Why are we different with people?

Boundaries. It is the only word that comes to my mind when such questions arise. We mark some territories, draw some border lines , create boundaries. We draw a line between ourselves and someone else, scared to get hurt again. We mark our territories when it comes to some people or 'A' person. We draw lines between few relationships. And no matter how much this affects us, we always are ready to do this over and over again.

Why these boundaries? Why these differences? The fear of being judged? The fear of getting hurt? Or the fear of the oblivious? We keep on creating unnecessary differences between people, realationships , situation. Be it personally or on a social level. We differentiate between the rich and poor. Well aren't the poor humans? Don't they have a beating heart? Don't they have feelings? Moreover, don't they have the right to live their life? But no. We create differences. We take away certain things from them. We take away that spark and God alone knows what not. What good do we get? Nothing. Its just a pure way of mocking Humanity.
We differentiate between the White and the Black. In my opinion, this is one of the most MONOTONOUS ideas mankind could ever come up with. Creating differences between people regarding their colour. Considering the White people to be superior. Well excuse me, try thinking about people such as Barack Obama, Eddy Murphy, Nelson Mandela, Maya Angelou, Will Smith etc. Oh and maybe then, you could try and feel ashamed of what kind of species you belong to and what kind of a mindset you have. They are the same as we are. Some of them are way better than we are.

Differences between lands. We have different countries. Who indeed have their territories marked, fixed borders. Even then, are we living peacefully? Aren't we frightened by someone invading it? Aren't we scared of some kind of danger? Not only the fear of some outsider invading but also our own people turning against each other. Isn't there corruption? Isn't there fraud? WHAT ARE WE GETTING OUT OF THIS? Nothing. Then why? Why mock ourselves? Why mock God? Why mock Faith, Love and Hope? Why mock the reason of our very existence?

Differences between people, relationships.  You Love one , you hate the other. You let small things tell and tear your feelings apart. All for what? The fear of being judged? Or the fear of getting hurt?Differences between different kind of people. We judge. We judge way too much. Every Muslim is NOT a terrorist, a Girl wearing short clothes is NOT asking for anything, no there should be NOTHING known as ILLEGAL Love, every black person is NOT an outcast.

And I'm very sure that when one day we finally try to step out of these stupid, meaningless assumptions made by ourselves, we will feel much better and way too proud. Well if this is the case, why don't we just stop creating these boundaries?

'Stereotypes are the views of the Small-Minded.'