She seemed to have aged a decade. The stoop in the shoulders has reached new lows. Eyes are shades darker than what they used to be. Her hair disheveled having lost its luster. Warmth seems to have left her words and her smile moist with a sadness. She is never going to be the same again. She sure will snap out of this phase. She is already on the recovery mode. The music lessons are back on her routine, so are the yoga sessions. But she will never be the same again.
Last week in a fit of rage she told me he didn’t deserve her anyway. That she was way out of his league. Heartbreaks often bring the worst out in people. But I am sure even at this stage she wouldn’t have traded what she had past couple of years with him for anything in this world. And even when she said those mean things she wished the world for him. Its this conflict which has sapped her off her vitality. The conflict between what’s best for self and what’s selfless.The heartbreak dilemma. It must be tearing her apart.
Literature and history has an excess of tragedies stemmed from love. But knowing her I see hope. I am sure the selflessness is going to triumph in her conflict. Ain’t that the beauty of human life? That the best of our characters come out at the worst of the times we are going through. Well that’s how it should be, not the other way around. With some people you know it in your gut. She is one such person. She might never be the same again. But she is definitely going to come out better from this. I tell her this. She smiles a knowing smile.