It is often said that if you truly love someone, you will let them go if need be. This never stung as much as they did the day I had to stand beside my love as his Best Man on his Wedding Day. It wasn’t a choice he could give up on. He had to abide by the laws of the society and I had to respect his every wish even if it meant ripping my heart into shreds. We were pulled apart and there was nothing either of us could have done. We were mere puppets tied to the laws of the world. That day, I had laughed with him, congratulated him and his wife, patted him and wished him a happy life all the while wearing the facade of a perfect best friend. I was, however , ecstatically happy for him. Nothing gave me more bliss than knowing that he was happy and living a beautiful life.
Today, while I am writing this, I am in my third year. More like towards the end of third year. Not much time until I graduate. I will have to say goodbye to this college life of mine. I will have to say farewell to these wonderful clubs who found me capable enough to make me part of them. I will have to say farewell to my friends and underclassmen. I will probably have to go separate ways from my friends. I will have to turn my hectic schedules into mere figments of memories. I will have to hit the like button on an instagram post for some event these amazing people will be hosting and will have to think to myself, “I wish I could participate too” or “Why didn’t this happen while I was still there?!”. I will have to look back in time and laugh at the childish mistakes I made, the jokes I didn’t laugh at, the meetings I missed, the events I didn’t join. I will have to open my whatsapp and see a message notification asking for acknowledging a task given in the club. I will have to hover my thumb on some random emoji and bite my lip because I would be too tempted to acknowledge that message. I will have to think so much once I leave college. I will have to put so many restraints on myself. I will have to grow up a little more. Again.
Human lives don’t end when they die. Their legacies continue through their successors who come in many forms. But a life like mine was over the moment I was very tactfully transformed from a human being to a product. A product that has an expiration date, a price tag and a bar code and of course a usage, but hardly a life of its own. I was drugged, kidnapped, shipped, sold and finally bought. And that is where my life ends. To be lied is painful, to be sold is inhumane but to be bought? I cannot describe that....
Nervous. Is that really something I should be feeling right now? Facing these many people, ready to start something so special, should I really be nervous? Maybe this is not nervousness that I am feeling. Maybe this is some kind of wild excitement that I am unable to control and that is resulting my palms to sweat like they are wax candles placed in immense heat. For some reason, this tuxedo feels a little suffocating. It feels hot and I want to rip out the first few buttons to get some air, although my air is yet to make her appearance.
“Because pain in the body quiets the pain in the head. It feels good, it is like a kill switch for your brain.” - Penelope Douglas There are million fictional characters we come across everyday- some in books, some on the screen but all of them even for a brief amount of time stay in our minds and even in our subconscious we think about them. And that is same with me, but my apologies for not telling his name but that is also something that once defined him. He is someone to whom nothing is more beautiful than Winter, nothing is more lovable than Winter, nothing is more important than spending his life with Winter although he believed that he had destroyed the light of that Winter. He believed that Winter was beautiful but was responsible for its decaying snowflakes.
Nous soummes une seule et même personne. We have often heard the saying that we mustn’t let our inner monsters rule us. But have we ever stopped to think what are these monsters, actually? They can’t be some creatures from a myth conjured up by us. They can’t be something that we can touch and feel, because had that been the case, then maybe we would have to deal with them in their way- say by using magic for example. And that is hardly the case. Even so, monsters exist. They loom in the shadows, lurk in the darkness, attack like a slithering serpent without warning and rip our soul apart. That is the definition of a monster- something ferocious, something utterly horrifying, something deadly and as dreadful as it could be, maybe even worse.
We live in a world where almost every single creature- not just humans- loves music. Cats, dogs and even birds respond to the rhythm. And we have taken up the responsibility to divide these songs into separate genres like, Metal, Heavy Metal, Pop, Rock, Country etc. Within Temptation falls under the Metal category. We already know that, that would mean a whole lot of electric guitars and drums and maybe even some screams and yells. Within Temptation, in my eyes more like to my ears has always managed to prove different. They too have a lot of high-pitched music but somehow it all seems a lot different in their case.
Is it possible to survive in darkness? With absolutely no hint of light? Of course not. We need it. But, have we ever though that it might need us. Just as much. Funny, isn’t it?
There is such beauty in a noiseless ambiance, isn’t it? Not always though. Standing in the foyer, I could hear the click of the door closing behind me reverberating through the hall. For so long I have been wrapped up in my own world various kind of high-pitched noises that I had forgotten the shrill cry of Silence. It sounds like a banshee crying in the distance that could make your ears bleed.
Hope comes in many forms, in my case it was showered on me in the form of a rain.