Emotions

Fear
I stood rooted to the ground. My legs turned wobbly and I could not move even an inch. A cold chill ran through my body, sending beads of cold perspiration down my spine. With quivering lips, I muttered in an edgy voice, “What could that be?” Fear engulfed me. My heart thumped. I could feel it coming out from my mouth. I could no longer contain my cowardice and broke into tears.

Anger
I clenched my fists tightly, piercing each fingernail into my palms. I bit my lips and took a deep breath. It was of no use. The raging fury in me gushed out through my mouth, “Put that down!” I could no longer contain my temper. Anger engulfed me, taking away all composure I had. Nothing could put out the wild fire in my chest.

Joy
My eyes glittered in bliss. I was riding on cloud nine, making my way to the top of the world. I had never felt better. I was overwhelmed with euphoria. It was so much excitement that I could not contain my joy anymore. The smile on my face extended and I was grinning from ear to ear. I boasted in glee, “What else can I ask for?” Tears of joy welled up in my eyes.

Sorrow
I had not expected it. Sadness had taken over every part of me. It felt like a dagger stabbing right into my heart. Deep grief engulfed me. Tears of sorrow welled up in my eyes. I tried to hold back the beads of helplessness, but to no avail. Nothing else could seep into my dark world, except for, “Why?” There were no answers and only questions echoed in my vacuumed mind.

Embarrassment
I flushed. “Does anyone have a paper bag to spare?” I mumbled in complete embarrassment. How I wished that I could hide myself somewhere to save all this humiliation. Even if it were just a paper bag, it would suffice. Beads of cold perspiration gathered at my forehead. I had never felt worse. Little did I expect myself to be caught in such a situation.

Regret/Guilt
All I needed was a second chance to undo the wrong deed. “Look before you leap, child.” My mother’s advice fell on my deaf ears. My heart ached. It felt like I had just stabbed myself with a dagger. I had only myself to blame and no one would bother to nurse the aching heart of a wrongdoer. Tears of guilt and remorse trickled down my sunken cheeks. I truly regretted my foolish act.