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Dark shadows ... Revisited !


And so it is just like you said it would be ..
Life goes easy on me
most of the time
And so it is the shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky.

What if you are so true to everything, feel nothing but the truth but the lies of life are pulling you backwards. All you do is obscure it by trying to fake it. No matter how trivial anything happening around us is, even the tiniest of them all is quite capable of teaching us a lot that our otherwise moronic brain would never learn.
Recently I got to meet one such character, who not even for a moment could let my mind wander away from her while I intently kept listening to her go on about her life.
She wants to try out the ‘better’ world which she never had the chance to go for even when she has already guessed the inherent hypocrisy of it. A totally convivial girl comes to a different country to keep up with her life, trying a transition to a ‘better’ world, may or may not know what she was stepping into. Was this even worth the shot; this another realm of world.

Her eyes meet those of a stranger … Can’t take my eyes off you… They both would have went sideways saying absolutely nothing to each other even when they could see no one else than each other while on the roads; had she not met with an accident, although a minor one which got her passed out for almost 10 seconds along with some minor bruising.
She lets herself out, gets vulnerable again, gives life another chance so that not even the slightest bit of her subconscious could complain that had she given it a second chance, she could have been happy too. So, she trusts a stranger, loves her to the fullest, and lets her get be-fooled by him every time when he says he loves her even more. She trusts him, his words; even when she could see and feel the happiness on his face when he meets that other girl. She is reminded of her bad fortunes, her previous life but still she stands formidable just because even in some nook of her heart, she believes. She trusts.

It’s a lie… It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully. All the glittery assholes who appreciate art say it’s beautiful ‘cause that’s what they wanna see… but the people in the photos are sad … and alone but the pictures make the world seem beautiful so, the exhibition’s re-assuring which it makes it a lie and makes her a big-fat liar.

He stands before her confessing to have been cheating on her and loving not her but somebody else. She just can’t say anything to him, and neither can she reassure herself of this being the part of the reality. She confronts him. She is hurt when she is told she is not loved just because she needs him unlike the other girl who doesn't. And for the whole time she was a mere replacement. She just wanted to disappear from everywhere, and delete every single fingerprint of hers from everywhere. 

Even then she tries her luck and begs him to not leave her, she tries to persuade him, tries coercing him that he could never be loved the way she loves her and may be just her love would suffice. But even when he leaves, and convinced of her every emotion, and feelings surging inside her that she did everything in her powers, she gives in may be because she wants to feel the difference between what bad actually is and tries to crack the hypocrisy world has in for its people, for her.

How can she love him so much?

But now was the time when she had to leave, give rest to her luck and accept the truth of her life. She had once run away from this world only. But now assured it was not worth it, she goes back to the place which has deprived her of all the happiness in the first place, which has told her how fake and untrue everything was. But that was no secret anymore, there was unhappiness but no lies about it, at least some truth about it.
And she stands daunting not ready to let anyone hurt her more than she wants. She just can’t let any other person foil her identity again let alone love.
She just couldn’t let anyone to take over her soul and break her enough.

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