Heart Aches

Devika.

This image above is a black-hole. It is defined by Wikipedia as a region of spacetime where gravity is so strong that no particle – not even a planet or even light radiations or electromagnetic radiations can escape from it. Everything just kind of gets sucked up into a black-hole.

Now, I don’t remember exactly why I was reading this article, but as I was reading this, I realised, aren’t some people exactly like black holes? I mean to say, in a way, their general conduct and characteristics resemble a lot like black holes.

Or at least, I have seen many people of this kind. Some of them may be reading this reading now and laughing sarcastically.

So, today, I’d like to share another story of Devika, in whose life, there was once a person with same characteristic features.

I hardly remember the name of the person, but I minutely remember his each and every characteristic. I suppose, as intensely as I remember Devika. The guy came in Devika’s life like the silence before a storm. A violent storm. Devika was the kind of person who was head over heels crazy about her friends. She could go to any extent for helping her friends. Just the way she saved my life and gave hers. She could’ve done this for anyone. But I don’t know why she felt the need to help that guy. I am sure she must have had some instincts when she approached with a helping hand, but she must have ignored them. Typical Devika!

I don’t know if the guy was genuine or not, but sometimes, he seemed to be so much in love with Devika that I turned green with envy. And just the other moment, he was so coarse and impolite, that it made me feel as if Devika was just like a condom. Nothing more, nothing less. I tried to warn Devika a million times, but poor girl, didn’t listen to me. She was to a lot of extent already in love with him, I suppose. His ill-treatment was nothing to her. She still wiped his tears, took his care, cooked for him and laid herself every time for him. And I’d say, the guy was also so much involved that he couldn’t lose respect in my eyes entirely. He seemed to be equally in love with Devika. But just SEEMED TO BE, I guess. Or maybe he was, don’t know.

They both were equally stupid. Or may be one was and the other one was just good at pretending.

But the end and the pain he brought to Devika, made him a black hole. He took everything from her. Her light, her vibrations, her positive energies, her skin and most importantly, her remaining bits of trust in love.

After he was mentally in a good place, Devika meant nothing to him. He started acting aloof and put aside Devika completely. I pitied Devika a lot, but at the same time, I was angry at her for being totally submissive towards this guy.

Her cheeks which once only knew smile, were now teary. Her eyes, which were once hopeful, were now teary. And her mind, which was once happy and healthy, was now full of gloom and despair. Poor girl could not even reflect it and could not even speak it out to him because that was clearly “an overthinking quality” of hers. So, she remained silent. For a very long time, her wounds were unhealed. Her pain found shelter in her words. She wrote all this down and people read it with full attention. But no one came for help, not even the guy she once helped. And so, once again, Devika was left with a broken heart. She carried on with her regular life, laughed and talked normally, may be just to stay normal in front of that guy. And consequently, Devika got sucked up and lost into that black hole forever. Never found Devika again.

This image above is a black-hole. It is defined by Wikipedia as a region of spacetime where gravity is so strong that no particle – not even a planet or even light radiations or electromagnetic radiations can escape from it. Everything just kind of gets sucked up into a black-hole.

Now, I don’t remember exactly why I was reading this article, but as I was reading this, I realised, aren’t some people exactly like black holes? I mean to say, in a way, their general conduct and characteristics resemble a lot like black holes.

Or at least, I have seen many people of this kind. Some of them may be reading this reading now and laughing sarcastically.

So, today, I’d like to share another story of Devika, in whose life, there was once a person with same characteristic features.

I hardly remember the name of the person, but I minutely remember his each and every characteristic. I suppose, as intensely as I remember Devika. The guy came in Devika’s life like the silence before a storm. A violent storm. Devika was the kind of person who was head over heels crazy about her friends. She could go to any extent for helping her friends. Just the way she saved my life and gave hers. She could’ve done this for anyone. But I don’t know why she felt the need to help that guy. I am sure she must have had some instincts when she approached with a helping hand, but she must have ignored them. Typical Devika!

I don’t know if the guy was genuine or not, but sometimes, he seemed to be so much in love with Devika that I turned green with envy. And just the other moment, he was so coarse and impolite, that it made me feel as if Devika was just like a condom. Nothing more, nothing less. I tried to warn Devika a million times, but poor girl, didn’t listen to me. She was to a lot of extent already in love with him, I suppose. His ill-treatment was nothing to her. She still wiped his tears, took his care, cooked for him and laid herself every time for him. And I’d say, the guy was also so much involved that he couldn’t lose respect in my eyes entirely. He seemed to be equally in love with Devika. But just SEEMED TO BE, I guess. Or maybe he was, don’t know.

They both were equally stupid. Or may be one was and the other one was just good at pretending.

But the end and the pain he brought to Devika, made him a black hole. He took everything from her. Her light, her vibrations, her positive energies, her skin and most importantly, her remaining bits of trust in love.

After he was mentally in a good place, Devika meant nothing to him. He started acting aloof and put aside Devika completely. I pitied Devika a lot, but at the same time, I was angry at her for being totally submissive towards this guy.

Her cheeks which once only knew smile, were now teary. Her eyes, which were once hopeful, were now teary. And her mind, which was once happy and healthy, was now full of gloom and despair. Poor girl could not even reflect it and could not even speak it out to him because that was clearly “an overthinking quality” of hers. So, she remained silent. For a very long time, her wounds were unhealed. Her pain found shelter in her words. She wrote all this down and people read it with full attention. But no one came for help, not even the guy she once helped. And so, once again, Devika was left with a broken heart. She carried on with her regular life, laughed and talked normally, may be just to stay normal in front of that guy. And consequently, Devika got sucked up and lost into that black hole forever. Never found Devika again.

Heart Aches

Come Back to Yourself.

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This is Avni’s story. Avni was a very bold and intimidating girl. In fact, her best of friends and partners were intimidated by her, or may be just paranoid. As a result of this paranoia and hesitation of talking to Avni, all her close friends and even her family to some extent, deviated away from her. She, after her breakup, decided to live alone in her shell where she didn’t meet anyone, didn’t go out and didn’t talk to anyone even. She just went to her office, did her work with a dull face all day but still managed to laugh occasionally. Her laughter reflected her pain, her voice reflected her loneliness, but only if there were people to hear all this.

One evening, she was invited to a house-party where she met a guy. The guy was too heartbroken for Avni and she, on the other hand, was too courageous for him. Only Avni knew herself and her plight from within. A plight no one could see, no one could hear. A plight which turned her agonized voice into a powerful roar. Every word Avni used to speak was fiery and rebellious. She refused to follow the societal norms and that was the one thing which that guy fell in love with. Or at least, that’s what he said all the time.

Avni started meeting him regularly and eventually got too much attached. However, she was still too afraid to declare her love for him, but she took a leap of faith and confessed. Few days later, the guy announced his marriage and Avni broke down. Her heart broke into a thousand pieces and she couldn’t even gather all those pieces. Her vision got blurred and eyes began to cry silently. Her laughter became more intense as if the agony is coming out in the form of her laughter. It became very difficult for her to smile, to cry and to sleep even. She stayed awake all night long. She wanted to get rid of her mental blockage, but she couldn’t. may be because she had soaked her feet too deep into the pool of love for that guy.
The joke is, the guy doesn’t believe her. The guy doesn’t believe the affection she displays, the feelings she expresses through her acts, the heavy heart she carries when she says, “Go get married and stay happy please… Yes, I will definitely come to your wedding…!!!”

They are indeed best friends, but if this is the intensity of sacrifices a friendship asks for, then Avni was better off with no friends. I think its time to retreat back Avni. I think its time to retreat back.!!!