Walking Past Him

Kaliedoscopic Beauty

What is the most beautiful thing in this world? Broken beauty. It is so insanely crazy how beautiful broken pieces are.

Kaliedoscope- simply works on the principle of arrangement of broken pieces reflecting beauty in each and every possible arrangment. It is so strange that humans are the same, walking kaliedoscopes. Each and every individual is somewhere hurt or broken from within, just waiting to arrange the pieces together to reflect the inner beauty.

How funny that humans try to be someone else, someone fake thinking that the face side is more loved. No.each and every arrangement, each and every allignment is beautiful in its own way. Each and every human is loved in his own way.

But what happens when someone feels unloved? You make him feel loved. You reveal all the hidden emotions for him. This is what I did because the spark he ignited burnt me completely, crazily. The flames engulfing my heart and mind, hurting my soul and snatching the life away from it, slowly. Painfully.

It is hard to breathe when your insides are burning, screaming a name. His name. Begging, pleading for mercy. For him to come.

Oops! I forgot to mention what happened. Din't I? Well, something happened. Something I did not know... Something that pulled him furthermore away from me. The way he ignored me, he refused to accept my existence proved it.

This person was surely crazy. Wasn't he? He was cruelly crazy. So what happens when your crush or our little whistler refused to talk to poor little damsel in distress? She started dying from within. She went crazy, started guessing what she did, where did she mess up.

One fine day after collecting a tonne of guts, she went to him. She went to him to talk but as we all know, he paralyzed her, captivated her with his charming smoking dark brown eyes full of emotions. Unknown emotions. And then they did talk but she did not speak. She sat there frozen, not meeting his intense gaze and he spoke. He spoke with his voice lacing with concern and understanding but the words, the words gave him away. The words he spitted at her were full of ego, arrogance and revealed the not-so-understanding real nerdass.

He got up and started walking away. She sat there feeling empty, trying to comprehend his words, and then, she called. She called his name because she knew it would be the last time she will be able to call him, hear him and look in his eyes. He looked back over his shoulder..

"Him" she called out
"Hmmm..?"
"All the best."

Because it all started the first day when she called his name. And ended that day again with his name. And all throughout the beautiful journey, all he did say was 'Hmm'.

He turned back and walked away. The moment he turned back, she let the first tear roll down her face, the bloody traitor was threatening to give her away for so long. She got up and ran away with the hope of never returning back. Ever.

And that day, my friends, he burnt her. He burnt her for good and bad and the pain seized her heart. It was still throbbing inside even when the fire mocked it and called it a looser.

What else could you call it? It lost. She lost. And now she was a pile of semi-burnt ashes.

I was a pile of semi-burnt ashes.