Love came to Ishor like a cool autumn breeze. The Breeze
beating gently across his face and with his eyes closed he dreamt. He dreamt of
a land far, far where it was only him and her.
She was nothing like him yet everything he wanted. However, once the
breeze grew stronger, the gentle breeze became a savage winter gale, hurling
ice and snow upon him and making him shun from reality.
He knows his heart is forever broken and he now knows every
heart in this world is not as good as his. However, he still hopes that someday
in future he will find another boat to sail on. Songs of hope are always upon
his lips though pain of lifetime is seen in his eyes. The only one who will be
with him forever is him, he has known. So, he tells himself his problems and
woes and after a moment he gives himself solutions, reasons and consolations.
He has been able to collect all the broken pieces of his
heart, stand up and fake a smile. He still has to join the pieces to be
able to feel again. As, for now, all he feels is heart less and numb. He doesn't
feel love because he has erased the word from his dictionary. He does not feel
hate because that is not what he is made for. He does not feel hurt because he has been used to it. All he is, is thankful
and proud. Thankful to nature for making him see how bitter, malicious, nasty, villainous, mean and unkind people can be. And proud for being able to stand up,
walk, help, smile, and hope even after going through something he could never imagine.
He is also gratified for not losing his control and not falling into the abyss
of despair and hopelessness.
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