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A wonderfully cloudy day, a light crisp breeze and a whole lot of lush green grass under her feet …. a scenario so perfect that in other circumstances she would have loved it.
But here she is, not knowing why did she ever agree to be there at all … a situation so utterly uncomfortable for her and she knew this was how it would be. Still she agreed, maybe to put an end to his endless complaints of how she never gave him enough time or importance.
They talk. No, he does. She pretends to be clinging to every word of his. A mask of faked interest to which he is ignorant. Its better this way, she thinks.
And then he decides to take a walk. Her hands grow cold and a chill runs up and down her spine. Her sixth sense tells her to run away but she knows she cant. So she keeps walking, dreading the moment he asks her something to which she will have no answer.
The moment comes … and goes. The silent lingers. He is probably being very much a gentleman and waiting for her answer very patiently. Words fail her. No, he says; he needs an answer then and there. Cannot wait, you had ample time to think.
And for just one instant, she closes her eyes and asks God for help. She knows the answer but no courage to spell it out to him.
When she opens her eyes, she does not see his questioning eyes as she had imagined she would. Instead she hears him say to her :
‘mera khayal tha keh ab tak hum saath chal rahay hei ek rastay per. mei ne dhyaan hi nai diya aur tumne rasta hi badal lia?‘
She turns in the direction of his voice and realizes that what had seemed an instant to her, was probably a minute of walking in a direction so further away from him that they were now standing far apart. She decides to wait for him to come over and they walk again.
‘chalo mei tumko wapis ghar drop kardoon’, he says. She looks at him with a blank expression.
‘kuch nai. mujhe bilkul mehsoos nai horaha hei keh hum saath chal rahay hei’.
He got the answer without her saying any words.
Nobody in this world is worth your tears…
If they are, they wont make you cry!
Stupid person who said this…u cry for everyone you care about and who are worthy of being cared and being cried over… *atleast i think so !*
“the one who loves you will make you weep” – kinda negates the above quote duznt it?
“tears are safety valves of the heart when too much pressure is applied on it” – yeah yes!
“i love walking in the rain- nobody knows im crying” – is that y i love the rain?
“tears are words the heart cant express” – yeah..i cant use too many words!!
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Knowing him, being with him and having him all for herself; that was all that mattered to her. He had never told her enough and she had never asked for more. It really didnt matter to her probably because she had never stopped to think and question anything about him. Everything he said, she accepted it. Even the name he told her, she used it. But there were so many gaps in all that he said. She could hear him responding to a different name, other than the one he had told her. Some more confusing mix-ups as well. She took the hints, the bits and pieces of his real self but never asked him directly.
Time went by and the questions began to pop-up within her…the quest to know him. The real him. She sat down and prayed for his trust in her. Enough trust to make him tell her everything he had hidden. The prayers were not answered and she felt often irritated and bewildered by her own doubts. The person who made her feel complete, so happy, so energized..why doubt him?
‘Whats in a name?’, she asked herself. ‘I know his identity, that should be enough. After all, that is what matters isn’t it? A rose is rose because of its looks and n0t because of it’s name.’ Foolish lullabys she sang to herself, trying to put doubts to sleep.
Time flew by. The questions remained and still they were together. He, hiding himself behind a veil and she, content with all that showed despite the veil.
One day, all of a sudden, she got the name. His real name. It felt strange now. All along she had known his name and yet had ignored to use it or ask why he did not trust her enough because it didnt matter to her, she thought. How wrong she was! The name had mattered so much but what mattered most was the distance that would be created between them if she asked..she had ignored everything to cling on to him only.
Once again, she sat down to pray; asking god to not take him away from her but she needed the truth from him. A heart so full of fear, a voice full of hope and eyes that wouldnt leave his for even a split second, she braved the question. He got tensed, dark shadows clouding into his eyes, his mouth forming a thin line as he struggled to keep up with her glare. The silence was dreadful for both of them. She hoped he would say something, anything…already, she was regretting the questioning. Whats in a name? again and again she asked herself. Moments passed and she went away because he didnt even look into her eyes anymore. Maybe all he loved her for, was the fact that she had never questioned anything about him. Now, he knew things would never be the same and she felt the feeling sinking her into deep depression.
Outside, someone came and asked her about him; using his real name. Suddenly, she realized that this was how the world knew him. They all knew everything about him, by name and by identity. It didn’t matter how she knew him. A rose is a rose no matter what name u call it, she remembered. No. She had never seen anyone call a rose, anything but a rose. Not jasmine, not tulip, not lily..it was always a rose.
Her reflection in the mirror smirked at the tears in her eyes. Everything was in the name. The identitiy belonged to the name. She had known a part of his existence only. Foolish girl. More tears followed, more sleepless nights but she did not regret asking. Somehow, the candle of hope had probably managed to survive the merciless winds. As more time went by, she felt alive no more.
Were her prayers ignored once again? Had the candle of hope finally been blown away?
