ME and MY LONELINESS: Break the ice

Living up a BU is like taking bricks off a building block one by one and watching it collapse. It’s like crossing every ticks of your past relationship. It’s to untie a knot of love. I have seen people breaking after a break up, I have seen them making themselves. It’s one assignment of your life which either shatters you for bad, or toughens you up for good. Well, sometimes it’s up to you. What you prefer being the most; the hardened, pragmatic person of experience or the repressed crying soul. I remember last week when I was having lunch with some college friends, discussing about our relationship statuses, I was suddenly enquired about my ex-boyfriend. The idea of putting “ex” to the word boyfriend was itself a tiring and shallow job. “We’ve broken up,” I had replied. Hearing my declaration, my friend immediately frowned and her long face sadly spelled out, “Oh, I’m sorry,” I laughed lightly and told her “you need not be”. For the next twenty minutes or so it was me, me, me, and of course my former boyfriend. I never gave up to their bombardment of questions, took them one by one, and answered them. With that even others started to talk about their break-ups openly. The fact that added more interest to the conversation was the unexpected humor mingled in it; we were all able to laugh over the concept of “break-up” on the dining table amidst a wide range of posh people. I have a friend who recently threw a break-up party. For me, break-up is no easy business to take care of. It’s deeply infuriating, mind-boggling and may be hard to believe at first but life-changing experience. Break-ups after a hullabaloo of emotional breaking down are better and appreciated rather than break-ups which lead to crying. And the sequence can make a big difference.