Monday, March 11, 2013

Hearts of Stone

Some days back I met a girl here. A beautiful person. She has that kind of an aura around her. Her smile reaches her eyes and you can see her pure soul through them.

Just the other day, we were walking through the corridors of the university, and she froze midway. Tears welling up her beautiful eyes. Her face, a cruel shade of red. 

Her ex-boyfriend just walked past her. No acknowledgement. No reasons given. As if she is invisible.

'I can't believe he can just ignore me like I don't exist', she says. 'I can't believe that he is too busy to even have a conversation with me. I wonder what makes him leave me like that. I want to be the one who doesn't care. I want to be the one who walks away like it doesn't matter. But I'm so hurt to be able to do that. And he walks away like nothing happened at all, and I never existed.'

As she fights her tears at the crowded campus cafe, I tell her it's okay.. It happens.. It will be alright.

But you know what, it's NOT okay. It SHOULDN'T BE happening, and it's NOT GOING TO BE alright. It is so NOT DONE.

Why do some of our hearts melt like wax and others' stay as hard as stone? So friggin' unfair.

new people, new countries, new perspectives..

I wonder how over-rated the whole Eurotrip thingie is.. The travel part makes sense to me, so does experiencing new cultures, getting to know new people and their cuisines. But what I am totally not in favor of, is this whole 'covering' places business. No one talks about experiencing a place anymore. The only thing that seems to matter is the picture perfect backgrounds on their FB profiles. That's sad.

I've got just a couple of weeks more for my Easter holidays and I'm looking forward to some serious travelling.. not covering. I'm still unclear about the specifics and it's worrying the attention-to-detail control freak in me.

In other news, I made some awesome friends, and I'm amazed at the way they think, the way they understand life and the world, their dreams, hopes and plans for future. They are barely 20 and from countries I've only heard of. This, is what I call an enriching experience.

Also, the coolest Indian I have met here invited me over for a home cooked dinner, which turned out to be a feast! God bless the soul. Someone youtubes to make me the Kerala parotta. Touched.