Monday 5 August 2013

Why it’s not even half as bad to be single!

And she was expected to be sitting by the window wiping her tears; her friends were prepared to be ‘there’ for her. They had mentally prepared themselves to bitch about him, to talk about how big pain relationships are and to curse the entire fraternity with a penis to make her feel better. Surprisingly however, the consolations, the sympathies, the empathies… none of them were used. They did not even require to tell her the often quoted, ’Men, you know… all of them are dogs.’
‘Why the hell is she NEVER crying’, ‘She doesn’t look sad at all’, ‘She did love him, didn’t she’, it all started bothering them gradually. They were the official mourners, after all. ’Oh baby, you have to be strong’, ‘Show him that you can do wonderfully well without him’, ‘Give him the you-don’t-give-a-damn attitude’’, all these well-rehearsed lines were all going un-used.
She wondered about it too, just the way her friends did. Why was it not killing her. She was not having a casual fling. She was hopelessly and madly in love with him. She was the kind who’d cry themselves to bed each night thinking about why he didn’t treat her right. Why wasn’t the breakup ripping her apart then, why!
May be what she was struggling to do all these years finally happened… may be she finally ‘matured’ up. May be she finally realized that to stay in a relationship that is just going to add more tears in her life, is worse than not being in a relationship at all. May be she realized that to be stuck with someone who can never value her for who she is, is a mistake she must not commit. May be after all these years of growing older, she finally grew up. May be in the process of growing up, she also became stronger, way stronger and realized that sometimes the only person that she needs in her life is herself. May be she realized that if she has to be in a relationship, it should be maddeningly passionate love …  love that is above distances, time, conditions and circumstances. Love that surpasses all of it, intense enough so that she doesn’t even contemplate breaking apart for a moment. Everything else, is a farce, a sheer waste of time, emotions and an insult to love.
She was awed by the plethora of boxes left to be opened by her. So much that was left unexplored in life. Those wonderful novels stacked in the corner, which she always wanted to read...but couldn’t find enough time in the midst of wiping her tears every two minutes. The great internship opportunities she could seize, the amazing online tutorials that are left unexplored, the book she always wanted to write, the library with a zillion books which she wanted to dive into. All of them seemed so much more rewarding and pleasurable than contracting her entire world to the way one person chooses to treat her. Naïve woman, she once was! There was so much to do in life, so much to learn, so much more than thinking about the hows and whys of why it didn’t work out. Life suddenly seemed so much more intriguing to her.
And then, there was this new found freedom. A new found feeling, that her soul is independent, free from the clutches of another soul which tried to own it at some point. The soul that could breathe more happily, because now its happiness was dependent on little and big joys of life; not solely on how it would be treated by another soul.

Then, there was this hope… this hope of coming across the correct definition of love someday… to be able to experience it and say to herself, ‘I know what it feels like to be truly loved’. Oh no, she did not stop believing in love… love is a beautiful thing… someday, she’ll just stumble across it and know what it truly is. Oh, yeah… she was happy. She felt free, like the independent young woman she always wanted to be.

13 comments:

  1. I hope evryone can be as strong as u...cos its been quiete a long time n I m still stuckd up wit a hope tht smeday he wil cme n say tht he always lvd me..a stupid silly hope..nice blog btw..learnt a lot

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    1. :) :) If anyone can learn something from my blog posts, I'd be more than happy. Trust me, start valuing yourself slightly more than that person for a while, life would seem so much more easier then. Being strong is just a state of mind, you don't have to be born with it. Take care.

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  2. Arrey yaar.....u always write so good...the 'INNER VOICE'
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    and....keep smiling :)

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    1. Thankyou Utkarsh :) :) . Yeah, I'd continue to smile :)

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  3. write ua next blog soon, n ya write it on those who stil r waiting fa those who broke up wit them to return:( , wil be waiting fa it, write it soon:):)

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    1. I'll try writing on those lines...waiting forever for someone is not what I really believe in...so, I don't know if I'd be able to write on that...I'd try anyway :)
      P.S-The anonymity is not required, trust me :)

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  4. Toooooö much of. Emotions leads to overpopulated blogs lil thing:D

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  5. finally i agree something with u on somethin!! not everything...its more of a 60% common ground !! and donn expect ne compliments...coz u noe dat i don give ne (esp to u) !! but lemme tell u this...ill keep a check on ua blog regularly hereon !!

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  6. :) :) Thankyouuuuu Arun! I'm honoured :D :P ! And, yeah...no need for anonymous comments, dude :D

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  7. so many gramatical mistakes in al ua blogs! English RIP!

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    1. Please help me correct those mistakes,no. I'm trying to improve step by step and if there are wonderful people like you who'd point out the errors and help me improve, I think one day I'd be able to write grammatically perfect english just the way you do and even perfect spellings like 'al' and 'ua'. Thankyou for posting this comment just a day after Teachers' Day. You are my english teacher from now! Yippie ! :D :D

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  8. amazing u write, big fan of ua blogs:)

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