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One Last Time

He walked up to the table and sat, visibly uncomfortable.
Obviously so. It had been close to eight months.
He still remembered every minute detail of the day he had chosen to walk away.
Walk away from the only one who had given him unquestioned love.

He did not, could not explain why he had done it.
He knew he was guilty. And he was finding it impossible to forgive himself.

It was his attraction, his initiation, his decision.
And he had no right to leave her without a reason.
She was more than love. She had become an addiction”, he tried to convince himself.

And he had always been warned against crossing the line.
But wasn’t that what he was about to do, again.

It’d be the last time, he promised himself.
After all, he owed her an apology. An honest apology. Face to face.
He didn’t know how she would react. But he didn’t care today.
He was being selfish, again.

He knew where he would find her, and started walking at a brisk pace.
The chill in the air rushing to the fore memories of the past days.

Restless, he reached there. And saw her sitting at her favorite corner.
Her first sight, and he was overcome by a reassuring sense of warmth.
That’s what she was. Reassurance.
If thoughts could melt you into nothingness, he would be in a liquid state already.
How could he have been so, so daft?

And almost immediately the question sprinted across his mind – “Will she take me back?”.
He knew he had wronged her immensely.
But everyone makes mistakes, right?

Overpowering was the desire to have her back in his life.
Guilt is lifelong, isn’t it

As he sat there, next to her and looked her in the eyes, he saw the same affection. Unflinching in acceptance.
Reminding him of all the days she had stood by him. The good times and the bad.
Calmed him down when he was angry. Cheered him up when he was sad.
Nothing had changed, or had it?

He wanted to know. Wanted to know if she had given up on him.
Or still wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
It was eating him.
So he got up and gently held her in his hands. She didn’t react.
He closed his eyes for a moment. And opened. She was still there.
So he brought her even closer to him.
And in that moment, oblivious to the world, touched her with his lips.
And discovered his love for the 60 ml, again.


Jiyo Befikar

Do you know a word way stronger than love and hate?
I know one.

It overpowers money and power.

It remains indifferent to anger.
Unflappable under pressure.
It drives the emotional and the practical.

Blind in its purest form, it thrives on belief.
Do not ever take it for granted.
It shields your dreams.

Very fragile, it is very tough to gain.
It is, however, very easily lost.

Probably the only power that can challenge time.
It will stand when the sky is falling.
It is the force that runs the world.

Tumhaare vaaste toofan seh lein, muskurao tum.

what does it take?

what does it take?

to sift the right from the wrong, and not do the wrong.

to make a path, and not follow one made.

to hear what was never said.

to accept a situation, as it actually is, and not as what you think it is.

to eat ego.

to be rational.

to stick to your beliefs, when others question it.

to be mad

to draw a line

to believe in love.

to question yourself.

to relive a moment.

to know the finish line.

to have patience.

to be rewarded.

to stick it out.

to keep yourself going.

to prove to yourself.

to follow ideals.

to live a dream.

for you to realise?

what does it take?

A question there

Equations change, but they always return to equilibrium, albeit at a higher or lower level. Agreed.

Without giving the protagonists of the previous two posts any more importance 😀 I’ll just ask you a question. Do you think equations (of the heart) can be sought with rationale and logic?

Its difficult. Impossible perhaps, Kannu. The heart does not understand logic. It works on a principle that is solely its own. It beats wholly on its own. To that extent, it is disconnected from the whole of the body, and yet is very central to it! A brain dead person will continue to live. One whose heart stops dies. Very simple in its functioning, the heart. It either beats or it stops, it either likes or it does not, it either feels or it does not. Maybe that’s the beauty of it?

The heart will teach you patience the way no teacher can. It’ll teach you to take up a challenge the way no human can. Because the heart emotes, while the brain analyzes and anticipates. When you say ‘there are many forces at play’, these are all forces that are in your brain, possibly holding you back, or pushing you forward in anticipation, as the case may be. And when you talk about the ‘tragic romance’, it is you letting your heart take over. And I agree with what you wish to believe there, for what you feel is, fortunately or unfortunately, your and your feeling alone. It may or may not be reciprocated, or the entire thing might just be a play being enacted in your head. You’d not know. You will find it very difficult to sit down and let the forces in the head dictate the heart, and for that and that reason alone, what I talk about are not ‘my ideals’