I think pain or sorrow are one of the constant things of life. More so in my case? Or is it the same for everyone? Or is it that everyone feels like their life has more frequent pain or sorrow?
I don't know what I keep doing wrong always, each and every freakin time. Am I born just to bear pain? Emotional pain, not the physical one. Or is it that I give too much importance to the pain I have? Maybe others too get it but they are able to focus on other things, shallowing it in the process? While me here is someone who ponders too much in the pain? Am I sadistic in that sense? I don't think so. I have never enjoyed having pain. I have always thought of relief instead of pain.
But I do have to give credit to my luck. It constantly and consistently gives me people who cause me pain. Bravo.
Or I have a thing for getting attracted to people who will cause me pain. Maybe. I am a good magnet for people like that. Or do I get attached too easily?
This post has been written over a span of months. Today is 18 July 2025. Lines above this were written few weeks ago. Swayanshu had called me I think in May sometime. To tell me about the inevitable. Her marriage was fixed. I kept thinking after that, maybe it was yesterday, maybe today. Not everyday, once in a while whenever she crossed my mind. Today I thought of checking her instagram. Found out just now that the deed was done in June itself or maybe before. I was still so much away from reality. These movies really ruin some of us. I shouldn't have been surprised seeing those pictures, yet I was. I don't know what level of crazy I am to still have had a hope that I was the hero of the story and somehow things would turn around. I guess some of us are beyond repair. Once broken, broken for ever?
I still have those questions for you.
I wish you all the happiness for you. Keep your childish self alive as you always have.
6/02/2025 08:45:00 pm
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