August 15, 2009...6:34 pm

Dark recesses of life…

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A story told here.

They fell in love. They broke up. They fell in love again and yet again broke up. This cycle continued. They din’t know why they were falling in love with each other and why they were breaking up.

Love was beautiful when they met. Passionate, Sexual, Exciting. The touch of each other’s bodies was a “new” thing. “Love” was purely based on the “next” meeting. Emotional attachment. Misunderstandings. Craving for sex.

One of them wanted an end. The other was forced to oblige. They went on diverse paths. Both not understanding where they would go. Life changed. They tried finding “happiness” in everything else. They wanted “something” to substitute that emptiness left behind. There was an emptiness. There was a void. They were loyal. Atleast one of them was. (It can be the boy or the girl based on your imagination cos it doesn’t matter who was loyal). They were never really apart. Just a facade.

The assumption of “getting back together” came in. One of them resisted it. The other felt hurt. There was lot of confusion, impulses, reactions, words exchanged. But who can understand the turn of the heart?

There was another breaking up. Both sad. But both very happy. Or were they just sad?

A chance meeting. Both of them met like strangers in a crowd. No hand shakes. No touch. No looking into each others eyes. Just a side look. And an aching heart. They left. Never to meet again.

Life interests. They meet again. This time as friends. They touch. Their hands touch. The “look of love” is back. Everything seems rosy. Yet the very next day they go back to their business.

Life again separates them. They live lonely lives. In two different cities. In two different cultures. In two different worlds. Yet something connects them. They find it foolish. Atleast one of them finds it weird.

They are back together emotionally. But why all those events of separation and getting back together? Why din’t they just understand each other? Is it so tough to understand a person? No, its not about understanding another.

It is understanding yourself that’s tough.

(The story may have a second part – Watch out :) )

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