With due respect
Dear Tall People, I do not want to address you as ‘dear’. I used to think – because you think you are tall(er), this should make you more grateful and humble towards extra inches of yours but to my surprise, the case isn’t so. You consider yourself as normal. So, I ask. What is your problem with me finding myself as much okay as you do? Why can you not stop even that faintest impression of the thought about my height, and stop blabbering seamlessly? Who am I? Who am I to think so generous of you? Who am I to even think anything about you without even knowing you? I ask you. You, who thinks is taller than me. Who am I? Nobody! I am nobody. And, so are you. You are nobody. You are nobody to tell me again and again how tall I stand because the moment you do that you expose the measure of your height to me. Height of how low you can think. Height of how low you can be to save yourself from some unwanted complex. Height of how low you feel about yourself that in order to u