The path of Love

It was finally time for her to welcome peace into her life. You know  the kind of peace that comes after a lot of chaos. The standstill that comes after a roller coaster ride. Like the morning that comes after a dark and ruthless night. Like the sunshine that creeps in after a rainy sky and the feeling when we reach the destination  after walking on a thorny path. The feeling seemed like she had quenched her thirst after ages. It was a thirst that had been choking her throat since a long time and the moment she gulped down water, it disappeared, pumping new life into her.

She welcomed the new life that came after a lot of wandering here and there for water. But the thirst had occurred because of him. He was the reason for those star studded nights and he was the reason for those scary nights. He was behind the warmth of the Sun and he was behind those droplets of rain. He made her strong and determined and also made her go weak in the knees.

How strange was it for her when a person held the responsibility of making her life heaven and the same person also got the blame for making it hell? And when it became hell, she was compelled to walk on the path full of fire, which not only burnt her feet but burnt her heart, mind and peace as well.

But it was after two whole long dreadful years she was enjoying that happiness, that bliss, which eventually turned everything beautiful, that ecstasy, which forced her to dance as her heart felt like, every now and then.

She became enchanting from being inoblivion.  Just when she was enjoying her beautiful life, he knocked on her door again. Not the person who had made her suffer but the reason because of which she had suffered. Cupid. That little bug with a bow and arrow stepped on her doorstep. Now that she was fully healed, she started missing her scars again. She once again wanted that had almost bled her to death. She was in love with pain.

Now she knew that if she stepped in further, she would fall deep into a pit that would only make her life messy and chaotic. As she was determined to get back those scars, she allowed cupid to hit her. And the game was on again.

The game which gives you a tickling feeling in your stomach every time you think about that person, the game that keeps you awake whole night thinking about that person, the game that makes you go blind, deaf and dumb, the game, which people usually call LOVE. Yes, that game was on for her again. She simply took the remote control in her hands and started playing with it without reading the instructions that stated that she might lose if she did not keep her eyes and ears open.

Because she had not read the instructions clearly, she got what she anticipated. She lost again. All those scars came running  back to her. All those demons once again got the chance of stabbing her and all her wounds started pouring out blood once again.

And she found herself standing on that thorny path yet again.

The wait was on - the wait for crossing the path and healing her wounds. And this time, she found herself smiling. Not for a single second did she regret her decision.

And she was waiting for the cupid again. Because she was in love with the game.