It ran back to the corner of the dark room and held its legs close to its chest, as it heard the door crack open. In the dark silence of the room, it could hear the footsteps close slowly towards it. It shivered in fear and shrank into its sleeve. Just when the footsteps stopped marching, it slowly lifted its head only to notice a hand stretched out to it. It looked up, first at the hand and then at the smile on the person's face. Oh that smile! It was a reassuring one. A smile that it longed to see. A smile that assured freedom from the dark room of gloom. It stretched it's hand in weak response, only to be lifted up again. It was then, that it could escape the shambles of dark and touch upon the light, again. This blog is not about a thing, person or place. This is not about an episode which will relive through words. This blog is about a Heart, lost and found!
Heart, was like anybody else.
It used to wander, never staying at a place, calculated when it ought to believe and trusted when it should have given a thought. Such was the idiotic heart, like a person who knew too less about himself. It discovered itself through others. It behaved the way others wanted him to behave, some liked him naughty, some wanted him to be well-mannered, a few others liked the hippie him, while some preferred to stay mum! Such is the story of a heart. It was happier at one moment, the next it was in despair; it felt proud of itself at once and hated itself notoriously the next; it felt the pain when someone was hurt, but smiled not knowing how to react. It hated itself most of the times, for all decisions, good or bad. It was also confused most of the times, even when it was damn sure. It said sorry for almost thousand times a day, sometimes even when it was not its mistake. It was at times happily unaware that even brain plays its games and changes the rules of the game. While there were some who battered him to death, it still stood tall through all the shit and more. It had proved to be like anybody else, yet something about him meant something more.
When it escaped thru the doors of gloom, and let the first rays touch its cheek, a dew rolled down its eyes, in response to the lovely retreat. The helpful hand was no more, it was only the heart's fancy. For no hand could rescue it from those dark shadows, except himself since that was its wish.
The heart now smiled as it lay on the green pastures in peace. It now realized that Love comes, in many forms. And the best form of Love is the one that resides, within!
P.S - Here, role of the heart is played by Manali Deodhar - A good friend with a great heart. This is her story. This is the story of her lovely heart!
Heart, was like anybody else.
It used to wander, never staying at a place, calculated when it ought to believe and trusted when it should have given a thought. Such was the idiotic heart, like a person who knew too less about himself. It discovered itself through others. It behaved the way others wanted him to behave, some liked him naughty, some wanted him to be well-mannered, a few others liked the hippie him, while some preferred to stay mum! Such is the story of a heart. It was happier at one moment, the next it was in despair; it felt proud of itself at once and hated itself notoriously the next; it felt the pain when someone was hurt, but smiled not knowing how to react. It hated itself most of the times, for all decisions, good or bad. It was also confused most of the times, even when it was damn sure. It said sorry for almost thousand times a day, sometimes even when it was not its mistake. It was at times happily unaware that even brain plays its games and changes the rules of the game. While there were some who battered him to death, it still stood tall through all the shit and more. It had proved to be like anybody else, yet something about him meant something more.
When it escaped thru the doors of gloom, and let the first rays touch its cheek, a dew rolled down its eyes, in response to the lovely retreat. The helpful hand was no more, it was only the heart's fancy. For no hand could rescue it from those dark shadows, except himself since that was its wish.
The heart now smiled as it lay on the green pastures in peace. It now realized that Love comes, in many forms. And the best form of Love is the one that resides, within!
P.S - Here, role of the heart is played by Manali Deodhar - A good friend with a great heart. This is her story. This is the story of her lovely heart!
