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Hey guys! I lost half my post today and so wasn't planning on writing again, but here I am, Preet asked me to write something and I delivered, so here's for you love!
How could he not sense her tears today? How could he not feel the salty sting in his own eyes as he gazed into hers?
Was it because she refused to meet them? Or was it because he saw his own expressions were mirrored in hers as she turned those sparkling eyes to his?
He needed to touch her in some way, any way, to stop her from walking away: it was important to know if she was okay. He thought he knew her, and yet here she was, completely blank, turned into an unlined notebook from what should have been a vibrant scrapbook. So he held her arm, like always, and felt a coldness he did not expect, and to his repeated questioning, a distant echo of who she used to be: direct, open, comfortable.
She was angry; she was tired; she was traumatised.
He was not there for her. But she had never called. He should have believed his instinct, and he had not. He had failed her.
'Main thik hoon'
She walked away. She lied. And he believed her, or so he thought.
When she came to him again, he thought perhaps, perhaps, it was okay.
Had he over estimated her strength?
After all, who had the power to break her?
No one.
Even while being dragged away, he couldn't help but feel she had called to him. Was this some kind of narcissism? perhaps. Maybe not. He yearned to ask her if she was okay, he wanted to give her what she wanted, but he just didn't know anymore. He didn't know anything anymore.
So he let himself be dragged by his family, just like he always had, leaving behind the girl who had always pulled her towards something like happiness. But that was not to be for him. So he left her, crying her eyes out at bitter words he'd never meant, he'd never understood, never felt, and yet, never denied.
Grappling with emotions, he tried to forget himself in the one thing he thought would work, he danced away with his brothers, for all means and purposes: a happy man.
And then...there she was.
Resplendent, otherworldly, sad.
And he was lost, as he knew she was too. For a brief moment, they were together.
He tried to break away, he truly did, but how could that be, she was the only magnet that worked on his will; she was his only moral lodestone.
And here she was, unable to meet his eyes, her refusal terrifying his very bones, and yet. Yet, she stood firm, just as he hid his instinct that his world was on a precipice he did not wish to confront, while she, she stood strong still, on the apparently betrayed pieces of her broken hopes.
Love
Geet
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
