How difficult is it for a person to go through different
strokes of emotions every split second and to reincarnate those emotions again
and again? Is it what a phoenix goes through when it rises from its own ashes
and relives the cycle of birth and death again and again? Or is it simply,
“self-destruction”? Who would know it
better than her?
Habitual of her perplexed mind, she looked back upon people
to help her overcome her dilemma.
The dilemma!
We often hunt for a shoulder to cry on, to dump on our anguished
grief only to later realize that resisting oneself to abrasions would only give
way to self-vandalism. They were there to help her with the same old explication
every time, “Oh, he is just not worth it.” All she could riposte was, “Well in
that case you have failed to recognize the value of this person. “
….And they gave up on her.
No, she never gave up
on her fears because giving up is not for a stubborn and obstinate person. If
there is something she believes in, come whatever may, nothing could destroy
her faith. While he had no belief, no faith! Not only their views but even
their worlds were parallel to each other. He belonged to the world of
actualities and realities, in conflict with her fictitious and utopian world. Any
conversation, any argument could never come to a clinch between them.
If she starts narrating a part of her story, you would
probably give in to the views of the shoulders she cried on and fill yourself
up with loathe against him. But, that is not what she desires. Time and
distance is what sets everything right and with time she realised the beauty of
this soul. Compassion, sympathies and empathies, adoration and veneration started
flowing in and she started loving every bit of this person.
