Every relation goes through a phase when one is suppose to rediscover
the reason for being in a relation...or if one cannot do so, may be move on.
Not everyone is well equipped or receive formal training to handle
relationships. Relationship is not something which one can restrict using a
time domain. It is important to realize that the equation changes but
relationship continues to exist, although with different set of rules defining
the dynamic.
We all have our own ways of mourning. For Albert, it is to literally do
what his heart desires at that moment – being alone and shutting himself off
from the rest of the world. Today being no different: Albert was lying on
the sitting room sofa – with his legs on the window sill, his dark brown eyes
staring straight up at the roof. Occasionally, he makes sounds that make no
sense to the untrained ear and screams in a deafening, high-pitched tone when
he cannot get to control his emotions. Every so often, he flaps his hands
uncontrollably in the air. Sometimes, his body starts to violently jerk – been
his daily routine since past few weeks.
Around evening – after 7 hours of staring into thin
air…he rolls up his sleeves, gets up and walks towards his desk.
Settling down to write his diary, he is lost in thought. It was a long
entry—almost two thousand words—for his day, too, had been eventful recollecting
moments of the past.
Entry in Albert’s Diary – March 11th
I have stayed up late too many nights pondering
this question. I think back of my relation. I never really understood if any
bit of her emotion was true. Does that mean I’m just that naive or did I just
pick the wrong woman? Almost everyone I know has been cheated on; I couldn’t be
the lucky ONE that has never been through such an experience, could I? After
all, most of the present day women are unfortunate reflections of destiny – a
bad joke by nature which went horribly wrong.
The reason this question has been consuming my
thoughts for the past six weeks is because I think we had a warm relationship –
worthy enough for a decent and respectful exit. All the signs were there. She
was distant and angry with me for no reason. She denied any wrong doing but her
behavior - more so, her reasons, were still suspicious.
One day – truth was out. It made me
feel sick to my stomach. She lived a life of thousand lies….
To be continued…
P.S.:
This blog post presents a first view/glimpse of the chapter titled 'Diabolic
Act: Mephistophelian Glint in Her Eyes' of my book (not yet published) titled
Precocious Truth: Unrequited Love. You may read the prologue for the same here
