We are all lonely. Terribly lonely.
Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs in a crowded place out of sheer loneliness. And sink on the concrete floor with my head tucked between my knees. I want someone to look into my empty eyes and read my story. Then comfort me with a hug. But I stand quietly in the corner of this posh restaurant smiling politely at the couples walking into it with their fingers interlocked. They wait for their table. I wait for mine. In the meantime, I stand there alone, a thousand thoughts run a marathon inside my tiny head. What have I done to deserve it -- is one such thought. Sometimes I talk to others. Those who appear to have it all. After 15 minutes of easing into the conversation, I find they are no less miserable. If I'm a Siberian desert - cold and barren, they are Sahara - few people come to visit them - a very few walk with them under the scorching circumstances. Deep down, we are all lonely. Terribly lonely. We all seek one person with whom we can share that
A great description of a broken heart.
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DeleteModern day Cinderella! I see at as an empowerment story !
ReplyDeleteThat's an interesting perspective, Prateek.
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ReplyDeleteHumbled, Ranjana :)
DeleteModern. Stark reality.
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DeleteTouching lines.
ReplyDeleteThough it does denote an altogether different story but it could be a slipper too conventionally..so, throw or not throw is not the question, the question now is slippers or slipper:)
ReplyDeleteLovely! :) and so true.
ReplyDeleteThat is a unique story of a broken heart, Saru:)
ReplyDeleteWords describing the fragility of a broken heart, beautiful!
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