He knew it was long overdue .He could hardly remember how it felt when he saw her the first time .Her presence ,her aura ,her fragrance and every little thing that once seemed a tantalizing reality ,was then fading away. They were drifting apart .And his bricks of doubt were cemented ,when the tick turned blue and his Nexus decided to observe silence ,mourning in its own way .That night ,green boxes were forged to win the heart of the white ones ,but none of those little greenies seemed to carry the right words .
When he gave up the lost battle ,it was 1:00 .His thoughts raced to the moment he was slain by her beautiful smile ,with a tad mischief around its corner .Her messed up hair ,that had messed up his mind .Her seemingly normal eyes that had lasered through his heart .One fine summer day ,the man inside him had taken control and somehow his love that was caged ,was set free from his heart .It took quite some time for her stars to align with his feelings ,but in the end ,his love had won .Except that it wasn't the end .They had their first fight in the second week since .He couldn't remember what it was ,either because it was something too silly or because they had had one too many .From then on ,it had been one rough road .She proved to be more than what he could handle ,but his heart ignored the heeds of his mind .The next summer witnessed them parting ways .
It had been 6 months since the breakup .
His dreams ,passion ,the twinkle in his eyes were long gone .A ghost of his own self ,he succumbed to the knife put through his heart .He had thought he was strong enough to not play fool to love's wicked ways .But God ,was he wrong .He watched himself dissociate into someone else ,dissolving in a stream of hatred
and self pity .During day ,he would put on a mask ,masquerading the broken pieces that lay underneath .But the night was a realist .He had to face himself
with the darkness reflecting him inside out .He had nowhere to escape .He vowed not to breakdown ,not to admit to defeat .No .
His room became his sanctuary .Solace was found in solitude .The mirror was left to stare at the wall .Happiness was kept out by the ever-so-faithful watchmen ,his thoughts ,that never failed to remind him .That he was too broke to be fixed .He shrugged off anyone who came close to even taking a liking .He had nothing to offer in return and he refused to beg .His love and soul were spent .
He was empty .
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It was monsoon ...
The day shrouded as night ,courtesy ,the dark clouds .He was on the road ,on his way to his sanctuary .The leaves quivered ,as the wind brought the gospel
of the downpour .The drops started as a gentle tease on the earth ,drenching the air around with petrichor .He ceased for a moment .He could feel a lump up his throat .He hurried his pace .The sprinkle turned to a shower .They knocked on him all over .But they struck at his chest the hardest .He shielded
himself from the generous pour as much as he could .His walk turned to a sprint .But the faster he ran ,the harder it struck him .No ,not now ,he thought .Not after 6 months of holding it together .
He was drenched when he reached the porch of his house .
Strangely ,he felt light .
A little clear headed .
A little hopeful .
A little something to give ...
Strange ,it was .
A rain drop that ran down his lips ,tasted salty ...
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Sometimes ,letting go is better than holding on ........
