Saturday, November 19, 2016
She is naïve, yes. May be her inner innocence is decorated to be bold and glee. Still, she is capable of understanding that people make mistakes. And so, she never gives way to the mistakes to be toxicants for the relationships. Lately, she even learned to give people the benefit of doubt. So that, they could stand in their truth and let her revise her thoughts. Finally she is learning. People’s lies do not have anything to do with her. She need not carry the negative vibes with her. She understood lies are just to upset the normalcy. Lies are for those who is struggling to have confidence in their own selves. So it is better to set up a boundary to our own selves. Stand up to say the truth. A breaking truth is always better than a beautiful lie.
I am stammering what to tell about her. I believed I knew her. She was like me, in a way. She had a naïve heart. She used to give a ray of hope to whom ever she met. She made the people smile and gave a bit of care that originated from her. She gave away her little heart as pieces to every one. She thought, she might be given back that heart to complete her when she needed it. Poor her, she was only hurt, as people never used to stay. They left. Sooner or later, they all left her to solitude. She was not asking them to give back hers. She quietly watched them moving away. No one, even bothered to say a good bye or return her thing. Her heart pieces, wherever or with whomever it was, never let them feel alone. People shared their pain to the pieces. Every bit of hers, healed people. Every beat of hers, made people smile. They cried their hearts out to the little pieces, which she believed to have imprinted her name. the tears washed all the alphabets away. And slowly, the pieces were thrown away. Yeah , she was graceful to tear apart her heart into pieces. But now, she is heartless. She forgot to keep one piece for herself. She ended up just to be a heartless body. Those who thought would complete her in a later period of time, never made it. There she waits, for some one to kill her.
She was feeling very perfect in his arms. His guidance, his naughtiness, his love and care, was all that she wanted. Never did she try to explore, what was beyond this care, in this world. That is the power of brother love. His foot prints carried hers, all the way she walked. There seemed to be only good moments. Stepping in her room, she could feel his presence. A fortnight back, they were talking. Laughing at each other. He was teasing her culinary skills. She was kidding him back. He taught her how to make a home. He taught her how to cook with the ingredients called love and care. He taught her how to be honest to the people. She remembered everything slowly. Everything was running like a movie, at the back of her head. Just being with him, made her feel better. A hug – a hello – a smile or even his traditional way of calling her “lusu”. She realized, after a long time, there never seemed to be enough time to spend with him in the earlier days. All the places where she enjoyed in her solitude came to her mind. She felt guilty of it. But nothing could be rewritten now. She felt the need to put her feet down and stand sturdy. She realized, she should battle her life alone. She geared up, for the strife. And, there, she becomes a strong and sterile girl. Right above her , he smiles and kisses her cheek with a rain.