The chat box

She opened facebook, a li'l excited.She knew her message icon would blink.She clicked it.In the first tab was the message she was waiting  to read the whole day.She opened the chat box. His text read, " I have been waiting the whole day.Where are u?"

She started typing, but immediately lost the nerve to continue. Why should she chat with a strange person? What on earth has he done for her? Words can triumph a palace in mind.But they have the power to tumble-down the same palace. It's as simple as that.She has heard parents warning their daughters not to trust anyone through facebook, chats etc..And she knew with all her brain that she was  not under the clutches of blind 'Trust'. But she wanted to hang on. What if she getsno one to talk to? What if she regrets at a later stage for losing him?

Though these thoughts searched for a base to hold on, fear had started engulfing her..Fear of losing herself..Fear of not having anyone.Fear of living alone ..

They kept talking for days..months..About movies, their future plans on studies, their friends and what more, their discussions even took up international crises..

She neither saw him in person , nor did she try see him.But the voice inside her kept telling," Don't miss a thing in life"

To end this 'fear Vs fall' war , one day, she said, 'YES'..she thought that the worlds would come down to hug her for her courage, that the seas would cover her with glory.Above all, she wanted him to come face to face and talk something that would soothe her ears.

She supposed, if she met him face to face, if she could prove herself that he was flesh and blood, his spell would break and she would be free again. She wanted to believe that it was only a matter of time and patience.But that never happened. She knew, sooner or later, she would know the truth. And that the truth would liberate her. Slowly, she envisaged the journey she took.After all, what did she know about him, other than what he  told her?By then, she was determined to personate him as an antihero.

When one is willing to present someone as a badass, there are 2 possibilities: either he is too good, or one has no idea of that someone.

Suddenly she knew, she had no idea of him.

She was ready to let go.'Death of thoughts' was the only way out.The truth is, she never got to know anyone well.She wouldn't let them.She was a very private person , and sometimes it seemed that she was no longer interested in the world or in other people.Never mind whatever might have been between people.'Death of thought' does that:it makes everyone feel sentimental.When we stand in front of a died thought, we see only what is good , or what we wish to see.She believed that nothing happens by a chance.Deep down, things have their own secret plan, even though she didn't understand it at the moment.

Her soul is in her stories.She asked herself who inspired her to befriend people and she found the answer: no one.That , all of her 'people' were herself , from different angles.She knew , it's hard to live alone. But it's harder to live on something that probably doesn't exist.She opened a book.It read, " There are 2 kinds of definitions: the one you define,  and the one that defines you. But nothing, whatever it may be, can make you, without your consent.Turn your wounds into wisdom". She closed the book.She smiled, cause she knew the difference then.....

courtesy: someone who doesn't want her name to be revealed.

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