Long lived the fairy tale in the heart of a juvenile girl who learnt to believe with time, love is the foundation of every joy and hardship. With faith and willpower, one can still climb the ladder of success, but amidst the struggle, if love chooses to leave, disappointment creeps in, but that in no way shall adhere the determination to carry on and come out strong.
The story told to me by my ‘self’ must be a little or very different than what other girls must have heard of, but in any way, we both are sailing in the same boat which is sinking.
We both are walking in the dark tunnel and a stranger boy decides to walk with us, giving us support and showing us the ‘bright light’ at the end of it. He teaches us about hope, never giving up and you remove your shield and tell him that you are finally trusting someone after a long time.
The journey with him despite the dark tunnel seems beautiful; love is all that matters. The journey seems everlasting and just a few hours ago before we met him, we were desperate to see the bright light of hope, and now that he is with us, we never want the walk to end.
You would love to see the wonders with him after reaching the destination, but a fear of people changing always grips in.
“I trust you alas! after the longest time”, We say. “I will never break it, I will never disappoint you”. probably a line said and heard many a times.
All my life, I have been aware of people around me and I would walk with my shield on; sometimes talking joyfully with people I do not even know and not talking to people I see almost every day. Isn't it always best to avoid showing people what you are, especially the people who are associated to you professionally?
When I give, I give it all. When I love, I love it all. When I say I trust you, it is all the trust and I might know to control work, politics or people who matter less to me, but I do not know to keep a tab on how much love I give. Over a period of time, it has become both my boon and bane. What makes it either of it depends on the kind of person I have met.
Today when I walk with this boy who is no more a stranger to me, I face hurdles on the way and I have no shoulder to support on, no hand I can hold, because it seems he has got tired walking all that long 'with me'. I offer him my hand, my shoulder, which he denies. Isn't love about being there for each other, supporting each other, standing by each other? All being said, he simply does not need your affection anymore and despite your attempts to make him share, he shows reluctance. Love in this scenario reminds you of what you are; that you are strong and independent and you can self depend on yourself.
Love sometimes for some people seem to be more about mood of the time, than a feeling which the heart beholds. Probably this is not love, but I am no expert in this field to tell someone "you do not know how to love", and if I have in anger, I have been wrong.
He made me believe that the bright light was hope all this time, but as I approached it, I found it was a bright headlight of a train running towards me. Probably, that was my destination and he only accompanied me for a while to make me smile and cry for few hours. He later headed backwards without bidding good-bye and amidst the darkness, I could not find him anywhere. I was unfortunate enough to have not found his footprints.
Despite the disbelief, mistrust and bad experiences, if you are a strong person, someone deep within you is always telling you, “all are not the same”. There is no point to living life if there is no hope. It is important to remember that never love someone so much that you lose the ability to control yourself. Never be a puppet to someone; make your own decisions and respect the other person’s decisions. In a relationship, it is not so much about love or adjustment; it is all about respect that you have for each other.
Written by Vrushali Deshpande
P:S Who said only mythology has stories written?
