I don't think it's hard to fall in love. As humans, it's normal, it's what comes almost naturally to us. We love people unless proven otherwise. But how does a person who is suspicious of everyone at first glance fill that void? For whom love has never been facile, who treads like feet on shattered glass, always looking over their shoulders. The one who has every window and door of their mind battened down.
What happens when this tactful human decides to leave the window open at night? When they allow the curtains to flutter, the butterflies to come in only to knock over everything in their path? What is the tragic consequence of succumbing to a faith you have forever tried to avoid?
It is a shattered window pane, a wrecked room and a defeated broken human.
(c) Ishita Singh 2021
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RomanceA place where paintings are drawn through words. But the colours are smeared by the rain of emotions. Where proses are made poetic. Cover image: Google Images
