I have been thinking of posting about this since a week now, but I got busy with reading The Indian Constitution :D Naah!! I’m not showing off, I’m just telling you so that even you would make an attempt to read it. So what is my current post about?? Anna hazare?? Lokpal?? Nope ....this blog is meant for my personal thoughts about my life and happenings in my life and the people I care about. Ok now don’t start off with don’t you care for the country, yeah yeah I do...but EoD its family first :P. I thought of posting this a week ago, but as usual was caught up in the web of doing too many things at a time. I spoke to one of my friends the other day he sounded low as he broke up with his girl friend, as usual I enquired him what the reason was and prepared myself to give him my piece of advice :D. After hearing him out patiently, my first thoughts were...dude how couldn’t you see it coming?!?!? Were you that blinded??
And yet, against your better judgment you allow your heart and soul into it, sometime rushing headlong in a state of euphoria or slowly, dreamlike almost unaware of what is happening to you. The magic lasts for a while and then suddenly the spell is broken, you begin to hurt past the threshold of pain. Your preparedness for disappointment is not nearly enough for what comes when the end comes as it inevitably must. You remain in denial as you try to cope, regain the life you had before you met this person. You ask yourself why you allowed this to happen knowing fully well such would be the consequences.
You want to gouge out the best and worst memories of your time together because echoing emptiness is better than searing pain. I feel it is your debt of karma and that must be paid. You suffer until there is nothing left to burn and turn to ash. One day you realize your atonement is over and you are finally free. You see that face again and this time that charge is simply not there. The same tilt in a smile and a tenor of voice but it no longer resonates with you. That is when you know you are truly over.
You can sit down and have a coffee together, chat about life and work, shake hands and leave promising to catch up another time fully knowing you never will - there will be no urge to do so. When you walk out on the street and see their form melting into the crowds, and feel no stab of pain in your heart, you know that you are free at last. You can feel the wind in your hair, notice the wildflowers seeking out a life in the cracks of the sidewalk - you know what it is to feel alive again - specially when you have no debts left to pay.