We believe that love makes the world go round. Or rather we are made to believe that love is overpowering, love is divine. Then what happens to those who lose their love? Do they still survive? Or are they lost in oblivion?
Such questions never arose in my mind until one fateful day I was at the losing end. It took me several days to figure out how to get back to routine. How does one undo a habit, a habit so strong that it threatens to ruin you? Yes I have lost my love, a love I was proud of, a love I boasted of, a love people were envious of and a love that was my lifeline.
It feels like a hole, a void, vacuum. Every morning, it’s a trauma waking up and holding the phone in my hand and hoping, anticipating, waiting for it to ring. For the first time it becomes a most coveted melody. But sadly enough it does not ring, crashing all my hopes and dreams.
Loving someone is like bringing up a baby. It starts from infancy to maturity. There are times numerous when we behave like mothers and sacrifice everything precious to us for the sake of love just to be loved back in return. Love gives us a new meaning to live, to love oneself.
It is so strange to note that, when the world goes on like normal, people like me silently suffer at a corner. The tears that had once streamed have now dried up. What is left are the tear strained pillows. People say that I will emerge stronger in the end. But what shall I do with that strength? Will it give me the strength to fight the pain? Will it help me rise in love again? Will it help me feel again? Will it help me overcome the unbearable pain?
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