A Letter From Emotions to a Human, a plea to not be Emotionally Handicap !

Dear Human,
These are your emotions, sending you a sincere and desperate request.
I was incorporated into you, having being told that I am the catalyst to the power of speech you were to learn as & when you grow. I felt a little less understood by your surroundings but then I knew I am the body of a child. But as you grew I am almost again brought to where we started from and perhaps a little more misunderstood.
Every day you added a word into your dictionary, every day your conscience told me what new is there for you to feel and every day you gave a definition to every form of mine.
Sometimes I companied the curve on your face called smile and defined happiness , sometimes I rolled down with tears of grief, sometimes I was the volcanic rush of veins called love , sometimes I was hatred , sometimes I was the anger behind the furious you, sometimes I was humanity … I never retired, I never complained I never stopped.. Until I knew I am being expressed, until I knew I am free to pour.
As you grew, your bigger body became much smaller for me. I started being pushed to corners where I can be best caged. Your words were gaining more power, your actions were louder than me and your eyes were cold. I was screaming your heart away to let me express yourself, but you rarely let me come out. I began to be at denial to even where I was used, I felt not free.
Agreed, that if I can be care, I can be ego too, that if I can be joy I can be dull too, if I can be word I can be silence too. But I am not programmed to feel completely expressed by the status update of what you feel, I am not programmed to feel completely expressed by emoticons you share , I am not programmed to feel completely expressed by the gift you can buy instead of care , I am not programmed to feel completely expressed by longing for someone who doesn’t even know , I am not programmed to feel completely expressed when you say “It is Ok” when it is really not, I am not programmed to feel completely expressed when you hide your tears, your feelings, the voice of your inner being and above all when you hide me, your emotions.
I may not protest against your injustice but if I am not poured out I am the unfinished business that shall not complete your actions. Like you grew so have I,

I am still love, no matter now I might rush less but let me love,
I am still care no matter less word than standing by but let me care,
I am still anger no matter less furious but let me confront,
I am still a pain, no matter fewer tears but let me break,
 I am still a lot more than what you reflect, let me express free …

Yours Sincerely,
Emotions...



This one is to someone who has his own explicit ways of expressing his emotions. He is one of the kinds who tell us that emotions are not handicap over words; you can do a zillion things to express yourself and let your emotions be exclusive for those who are worthy enough to decode them. His drawings are just one of his many, crazy, cranky ways to express what he wants you to know, he may say less but he might also spend his stupid hours to sketch and tell you that he cares.When I met him with his best of friends, his girlfriend"s", his brother , his sister especially and those who matters to him, I see him validating to me that his loudest emotions are the one with the simple words.He makes me hate his random silence for me but he makes me believes that at the end of the day, all that ends well is us.He is friend, he is love, he is wicked, he is insane and he is Ritesh Gupta!
Thank you for the drawings and for making me think over "emotions"!!
“Seven & Fabulous”