Broken Pieces

When you have a crush on someone, an old dialogue comes to my mind.. (by Buster Baxter, cartoon character) 'She hit you, she hit you and crushed you and walked all over you'. The same can also happen to guys too. But when I say 'Broken Pieces', I mean it quite literally. You may have formed a different picture such as that of a person whose heartbroken. Maybe you leverage more towards the sensitive side and deep thinkers category.
No judgements here about what you think and how it's going to be interpreted. Promise.

(All the characters, spoken of and situations described are adapted from real life situations and fictional characters, bearing some resemblance to many people that I have personally known. No offence intended and if my imagination has gone to far, well, it's just me and that's that.)

When she (a friend) first realised something it was a situation of sorts. What is meant by 'it' will be understood by you as we proceed, don't be quick to judge. She wasn't happy and nor was she grim about it. Something that you've been expecting happens finally. She didn't understand if it's a good thing that she was proven right by her conscious or because it wasn't what one may classify as good. Not in her situation. I mean going by her financial status, the condition of her family, her parents were breaking apart slowly, and her family beginning to tear down, by bits and pieces. She had one thing to call of her own and that too was now slipping away. With all this drama in the background, what was happening to her wasn't really helping the situation. However going by the person she was, she wouldn't give up without a fight, not that easily at the least. She has always believed that everyone and everything deserves a chance. She was right about that feeling since 2nd Grade when a question that she had answered in one of her subject papers believing that it needed to be answered and couldn't be left unanswered just like that. The answer she wrote turned out to be right after all. Put her ahead of the class by 1 mark. That was all that she needed to believe. It wasn't superstition but just something she felt might prove right later on, or at least what she would have wanted if in such a situation, to get a chance at something. Just this time all she needed was this belief. This belief to work out.

The one problem with her was that she wouldn't easily trust a person, (it's good I know, hear comes the bad part), she would be quite open about herself with those who got to go through the wall that she had built around her. As it seemed, people she would trust were only wanting to get a peek at what was on the other side and if it wasn't interesting enough to stay, they'd leave. So maybe a sneak peek and then, poof!, gone.

When she did realise that shunning people away altogether wasn't a great thing to avoid getting hurt, (after having changed 5 education institutions in less than 3 yrs.) Now 18 she felt she had enough experience to get one with her life. This was the first time that she was travelling alone. A train ride, not something one would look forward too. Depends on the country you stay in or how great your life is at the moment, if you're having a great day, you love the Train, Metro, Tube, whatever it is that you use to commute. On other days its crappy and a wastage of government's money or just a good effort on their part. Coming back, well she was reading a book by this author. I didn't really have my glasses on, so couldn't get to know what the name was. By the time I got to my glasses she had figured I was trying to get a peek. (This person trying to get to his glasses, while fumbling with his bag and finally puts them to stare you down.... Do the math.)

She looked me straight in the eye and asked me, 'Do you need something?'. Usually in the movies, it's something interesting probably a new - and - funny pick - me - up line, but all I asked was, 'You like that book you reading?'. I mean you really needed to like it. Must have been 7cm thick, by the looks of it. She just smiled. And that was that. We got off at different stations. C'mon people meet and leave you don't send them greeting cards evry year, now, do you. Just exchange email i.d.(s) and FaceBook, Twitter, all available to help you keep in touch. But this girl was different. She left the book behind. Out of curiosity I picked it up, and on the Index page, she had written her Postal Address (Temporary) and a small message had been sqeezed , to fit between the address and the page title 'Index' ....


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