Yes, she is a girl just like me. She too has hopes, dreams,
aspirations. Hers favourite too is gupchup I guess. She also likes stories with
happy endings. Her upset mood suddenly turns awesome when it rains, just like
mine does. And yeah! She too believes in love. Hopes to find her Mr. Perfect.
The one who is going to love her, care for her but at the same time, won’t cut
her wings if she wants to fly high. She is ambitious, just like I am. And look!
She has finally found him. The man of her dreams. The love of her life. She
sees him coming on a white horse and sweeping her off her feet. She is happy.
Way too happy. She hasn’t been so happy for so long. She is exhilarated. She is
euphoric. She is on top of the world with her head held high, coz he is exactly
like she wanted her Prince Charming to be. He doesn’t stop her, lets her make
her own paths just like a river, clashing with so many rocks, but finally
finding a way. She doesn’t care what goes around in the world. She has him. Her
happy ending.
But wait! What’s this? What’s happening? Someone is there. Someone
who wasn’t supposed to be. Where did this person come from? She has no idea.
All she knows is there’s someone who holds his heart, who resides in his soul.
He can’t stop thinking about this person. He just can’t give it up. It’s
unachievable but still, he has his mind on it. He talks to her but thinks about
it. She’s telling him about an adversity she braved today but all he can feel
is the feeling when he came in contact with it yesterday. She puts on a happy
face and listens to him. She’s worried. She’s afraid. What has happened to her
happy little world? He’s still her prince coz he loves her a lot. But, he loves
it as well. Maybe a bit more, maybe a bit less. She’s scared now but she’s
helpless. She can’t do anything. She blames everything on her fate and carries
on. Her Mr. Perfect is goes away from her towards it while she stands there. And all
she does is carrying on.
And I? Well, I don’t know what to do or feel. Coz she is a
lot like me. But I am the ‘it’.
