TURMOIL
"Don't go", she said. I turned back and smiled. I looked deep into her eyes, and even without opening my lips to utter a word, she seemed to understand what I meant. We always had such a good connection, at least in the past. I stood there for a while, perplexed, confused or may be in retrospection consolidating what happened a few hours ago. In my thoughts, I was speaking to myself, screaming at times. "Don't trust people, don't open up, don't break your moral code of silence, omertà , yes! That's what they called it in Spanish. I vividly remember from the cover of the book that was kept on my seniors table". My mind drifted away for a moment, then again I heard a constant chatter inside my head, "You are an introvert and you should remain as such. People like you are meant to be alone. They are not made to live like normal humans. People like you can't laugh, share bond or be trusted." I said, " May be we are manufactu