Iridiscent
He woke up on what seemed to be another normal day. A day of lectures, of chores, of monotony.. a day lived without having someone to love or be loved by someone. The life of a dog-less bone, happy yet unsatisfied. Travel seemed to be amusing till the time he saw a giggling couple, their hands intertwined providing one another a sense of security. It was then when his eyes looked down and realised the only hand his hand seemed to find was his own, a sinking feeling gripped him each time. A smirk followed by a glance out of the window and he was fine again. However, there was a hope this little man held on to. A hope emerging from these very sights which made his heart sink. A very generic hope to find the right love, one which he deserved and one which he was capable of delivering.
Like any normal human being, he had a certain fear of being in love since past experiences didn't have the happiest of endings. But whatever had hurt, had now healed. Mistakes were made, lessons were learnt and life went on for this young dainty fellow of 24. A wise head on broad shoulders trudged on through the day with his social and professional life occupying his head. However, an empty mind carried by tired legs made its way home in the morose dark of the night. An excellent breeding ground for the demons to start leeching onto negative thoughts. Loneliness, he found was an enemy which all of us 'emotional beings' battle against. Yes, we are mostly surrounded by people every day, happy and jolly outings... yet having to go home to painted walls and a wooden bed could get tedious after a point. He wanted to see the colours, the different shades that suddenly appear in the twilight, the colours that make the barren night sky a sight to behold... the colours which only a loving face portrays when the sunlight plays around it. His only wish was to lumber back after a hard day and sleep to a simple 'I love you'. Not much to ask, is it? *Sigh* What else could he do but carry his parasitic demons to the bed and sleep in the hope of a better day tomorrow?
A new day, the same routine. His daily walk to the bus stop was pretty eventful every day but today some thing caught his eye like nothing had ever did before. She glowed from afar, standing out of the merciless crowd waiting for the bus. All he could catch was a glimpse of her before the sea of people washed her into the bus. "Oh, well. Better luck next time ", he thought. Little did he know at that point, his 'better luck' was going to change his days to come. Next day, same routine. This time, the glowing alien being came from behind him. She had to be alien. No other thing on this planet could have looked like her. She was gorgeous beyond measure. Jet black hair merrily dancing in the breeze, her long fingers trying to get them off her fair chubby cheeks. A big nose, dark brown eyes, bubblegum coloured lips which gave way to a pearly white set of teeth. Poetry in motion. One look and he was already weak in his knees, his heart was set. He passed the 'having butterflies in the stomach' phase and went straight into a state of daze. Skeptically, he approached her and politely enquired whether she was on her way to university. Hallelujah.
That's what love does, doesn't it? Make you believe? His world was turned upside down, his past memories locked up. Just the mere feeling of being in love was like an army of white blood cells against the demons he was fighting so long on his own. Now, he had someone to be better for other than himself. Yes yes, he knew the theory of having to love yourself the most etc. but it's easier said than done, no? Would a father work as much as he does if he had to do it for himself? Would a mother be as dedicated to whatever she does if it wasn't for her kids? Doubtful. We are a dependent race, all of us! Some are searching for love, some are trying to preserve the love they have, some are trying to fight for a love lost. He was no different. He fell into the category of people on a conquest to get the love he believed, was deserved.
As days passed by, his polite enquiry had evolved into personal probing. He asked, she willingly answered. With every answer she gave, with every laugh they shared, he let go a little by little of the inhibitions he had about this gratifying emotion. Love doesn't injure. Love doesn't hurt. Longing does, distrust hurts and so does separation. It was a strange feeling, he expected to feel something similar or to find at least a little of what he'd felt before. Nada. Earlier, he could never, never ever cry in front of the girl he loved... which he thought was a puzzling yet unique quality. "You're the reason why I never feel like crying", his former words. This one, on the other hand felt like someone he could cry his heart out to and she'd still be smiling at his red, slobbered face. He realized that laughing over it keeps the demons at bay, having a shoulder to cry and hand to hold makes them run away. It wasn't easy to win the girl over but of course, when you want something with all your heart...
Did they live happily ever after? I hope they did.
Like any normal human being, he had a certain fear of being in love since past experiences didn't have the happiest of endings. But whatever had hurt, had now healed. Mistakes were made, lessons were learnt and life went on for this young dainty fellow of 24. A wise head on broad shoulders trudged on through the day with his social and professional life occupying his head. However, an empty mind carried by tired legs made its way home in the morose dark of the night. An excellent breeding ground for the demons to start leeching onto negative thoughts. Loneliness, he found was an enemy which all of us 'emotional beings' battle against. Yes, we are mostly surrounded by people every day, happy and jolly outings... yet having to go home to painted walls and a wooden bed could get tedious after a point. He wanted to see the colours, the different shades that suddenly appear in the twilight, the colours that make the barren night sky a sight to behold... the colours which only a loving face portrays when the sunlight plays around it. His only wish was to lumber back after a hard day and sleep to a simple 'I love you'. Not much to ask, is it? *Sigh* What else could he do but carry his parasitic demons to the bed and sleep in the hope of a better day tomorrow?A new day, the same routine. His daily walk to the bus stop was pretty eventful every day but today some thing caught his eye like nothing had ever did before. She glowed from afar, standing out of the merciless crowd waiting for the bus. All he could catch was a glimpse of her before the sea of people washed her into the bus. "Oh, well. Better luck next time ", he thought. Little did he know at that point, his 'better luck' was going to change his days to come. Next day, same routine. This time, the glowing alien being came from behind him. She had to be alien. No other thing on this planet could have looked like her. She was gorgeous beyond measure. Jet black hair merrily dancing in the breeze, her long fingers trying to get them off her fair chubby cheeks. A big nose, dark brown eyes, bubblegum coloured lips which gave way to a pearly white set of teeth. Poetry in motion. One look and he was already weak in his knees, his heart was set. He passed the 'having butterflies in the stomach' phase and went straight into a state of daze. Skeptically, he approached her and politely enquired whether she was on her way to university. Hallelujah.
That's what love does, doesn't it? Make you believe? His world was turned upside down, his past memories locked up. Just the mere feeling of being in love was like an army of white blood cells against the demons he was fighting so long on his own. Now, he had someone to be better for other than himself. Yes yes, he knew the theory of having to love yourself the most etc. but it's easier said than done, no? Would a father work as much as he does if he had to do it for himself? Would a mother be as dedicated to whatever she does if it wasn't for her kids? Doubtful. We are a dependent race, all of us! Some are searching for love, some are trying to preserve the love they have, some are trying to fight for a love lost. He was no different. He fell into the category of people on a conquest to get the love he believed, was deserved.
As days passed by, his polite enquiry had evolved into personal probing. He asked, she willingly answered. With every answer she gave, with every laugh they shared, he let go a little by little of the inhibitions he had about this gratifying emotion. Love doesn't injure. Love doesn't hurt. Longing does, distrust hurts and so does separation. It was a strange feeling, he expected to feel something similar or to find at least a little of what he'd felt before. Nada. Earlier, he could never, never ever cry in front of the girl he loved... which he thought was a puzzling yet unique quality. "You're the reason why I never feel like crying", his former words. This one, on the other hand felt like someone he could cry his heart out to and she'd still be smiling at his red, slobbered face. He realized that laughing over it keeps the demons at bay, having a shoulder to cry and hand to hold makes them run away. It wasn't easy to win the girl over but of course, when you want something with all your heart...
Did they live happily ever after? I hope they did.
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