Stories to tell

The wind in my ears tells me a story. The clamouring temple bells tell me a story. The vacant spaces tell me a story. The sniffles tell me a story. The lady with wrinkled skin and frowny brows tells me a story. You tell me a story.
Now I have to choose to hear their stories. Stories of valour, of grief, of happiness, of treachery, of cheating, of success, of passion. 
Each one has a tale but no takers.

Fear

I was running at a very fast pace and was breathing heavily. I was trying with all the vigor and energy in me to outrun the monster behind me. I crossed a pier glass and saw there was no one behind. I stopped, i had run out of breath. Bham! the dream had been broken. But then it struck like a lighting bolt. It was within me. I had to face it to fight it.

My monster is fear. everyone has their own monster. One that they try ignoring, belittling and falsifying unless there is no one but them and it. There is no other option but to fasten all courage belts and face it head on. 

I am in a strange new land. I am an outsider in the reflections of their eyes. An outsider who looks different and speaks in a different language. I am not sure what i fear more here, the men or the monsters. Strength is all i need and hope is all i have.