The Introvert

I sat staring at the horizon

Waiting for the azure blue sky to be painted in a shade of

blood red.

They sat staring at me

In a group of four.

I looked at them. Once, twice, a million times.

Ever so coyly, calibrating my nervous gaze to never meet

theirs.

They tried to hide their vices behind the cacophony of their

laughs and chirps.

But I could read the mockery in their judgemental eyes.

“The introvert” they branded me.

They avoided me because being introverted is a disease.

Contagious one I guess.

While the dictionary defines me as “a shy, reticent

person”.

Boring, Stalker, Nerd, Unsocial are synonymous to

introvert, they believed.

While they were busy gossiping about me and a hundred

others.

I stared blankly at the setting sun.

Finding my peace in quietness.

Finding my solace in an unknown world beyond the

horizon.

Finding Myself in being “The introvert”.