I don’t know why but the nights and winters when they come together they act like a super catalyst in the life of an overthinker. Try and imagine, you are at the top of a mountain outside your tent. Its night and the mountains are covered in thick fog and snow, you can hear nothing except the music of crickets. There is a bonfire beside you and you are sitting in the warmth of it with a little diary in your hand thinking about the questions of your mysterious life. Trying to convert your thoughts into words you start penning it down. This is the vibe I am talking about. there is something in it, something magical. This night also is no different. Not in the mountains but the Vibe remains the same.
Do you ever think about the annoying human behaviour of not giving a shit about the things they have and crying in despair after its gone? Well, I do. and every single time I think about it, it just fucks up my head. I know I am cussing a lot today and it is not my writing style but come on, why do you think cuss words were made? and it is a pretty messed up thing anyway.
He was a good person. A free-spirited man, with a beautiful heart. He was kind and selfless. A man of his words and A commitment made with him would be for life. He was smart and intelligent. A person who will never deceive anyone. What’s inside his heart, comes out from his mouth. And so, in absence of a better word He was a bit vocal and expressive about his feelings. Even more with the few people he loved. Maybe he thought that they understood him and he will not be judged because of his words. There is One more thing about human behaviour that is they will judge you based on your actions no matter what they say. And I have only one word about understanding someone that is “impossible”. But you know, Words hurt more than the sword.
But he was a lucky man too. Lucky enough to get the girl more beautiful than the poems of Mirza Ghalib. her heart was pure and her soul was pious like the holy Ganga. Her voice was music to the ears. She was invincible in order to make her hate someone. I don’t know whether it was her charm, innocence or her angelic smile, but everyone just loved her. Perfection cannot be expected in this imperfect world. but she was the definition of perfection.
Everything was going so great until one-day showers of hate destroyed their love like a flash of lightning. Initially, it seemed like a normal fight between couples, but who knew that his words were filling the jar like the jar of sins. Maybe his demands and expectations were all correct but ” speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret”. Talking like that with a girl who never spoke anything but sweet. She was not used to this, nobody ever spoke to her like that. So expecting her to be understanding here is also a bit unfair. That day marked the end of a beautiful chronical in his life. Tell me one great love story with a happy ending. It’s not there, maybe that’s why they are great. The difference is, the lovers in those stories were separated by the rath of society, and these two were separated by the distance created between their hearts. They say about truth is it’s bitter and it hurts. What they don’t tell you that when reality hits you, your heart will be shattered into a number of pieces that it will be impossible to gather them up or your courage to stand up once again. when relationships take a turn, then thousands of sorries or thousands of calls and messages also less for your few mistakes and when people change, then thousands of memories are less in front of that change. He did all he could to get back the thing that was between them. He changed. But time had already played its course.
He still cries at lonely nights. He still thinks that one day they will be together, maybe deep inside he knows that its close it impossible now. But like I told you he commits for life. His Love is stopping him to give up. He hated waiting, but if it means winning her he is ready to wait as long as forever to be with her.
No matter how good your intentions are if you don’t know the right way to express it, then even God takes “Azaan” as a habit. His heart was pure but his words were polluted.
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