The Temp File

असर उसको ज़रा नहीं होता, रंज राहत-फ़ज़ा नहीं होता

तुम हमारे किसी तरह न हुए, वरना दुनिया में क्या नहीं होता

Dear Ex

As you embarked on the journey of life with your chosen one, I braced myself for the struggle that my life had become. There were bad days and then there were worst. Good days in between...You slowly killed my dreams and with them you killed the person I once was or could be with you. I forgot what it was to be loved, cherished and desired. I forgot what it was to be wanted. For some time in my life, I lived every day as my last. You know what, I am still lost. One year has passed and I have come back to the place I was. Not that I regret being so… Deep down I feel I was meant for being alone. A person in my situation would want some understanding…which I never got.  I have been too strong for too long. People have forgotten that even the strongest of all need someone, someday.

For some time I thought I found my footing in a relationship. I was a fool! As I notice his indifference and the growing distance between us, I brace myself for another ending. I have lost my ability to retain a relationship…I feel so lost. The best thing about it is ‘I already know how to deal with this one…You prepared me for it.’  But nothing could prepare me for what happened today. As I listen to his accusations, I remind myself that I was the one who brought it upon me. As I listen to the same ‘We are great friends, I need your friendship (!), marriage destroys relationships, etc etc etc!!!! And yet in my heart I know, some day he too will meet someone he would love to take home. I am just not the one and he is too nice to admit it. Just like you, he will hide this truth from me until the end.

Loving, caring, understanding…three words which deceive me throughout my life. Every relationship which I carved ended up being a mirror image of the last one. The same words…the same undertone…the same reasons reiterated. Your job, your pet, your past, your nature….Ah I should copy and paste this list somewhere. It will be put to good use the next time…Next time!!!! I hope there is no next time. I don’t have the courage to be deceived anymore.  

Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty. '