Life

And she died. Like that? Yes, like that. But with words of grief in her chest. The words that tried to scream out loud in pitch dark silence. In her, she had a lot to talk about but none to listen. Her own thoughts killed her. Actually brutally murdered her- left no chance for her to survive. She always used to be silent. Not really fond of talking to people. She was an introvert. But once she found a friend she would never leave them. Sad that they never thought that same way. They always thought she being a shy person was desperate for friendship and hence misused her. Well, not all, a few miserable creatures of her school. She would always lend her ears to all her friends. In her she contained secrets worth gazillion sacrifices. But she never found her own, real, true friend. The one whom she could show her fun, cozy and slightly lazy side. She used to look for that one friend. Failing in which meant failure in life too.

Why do they always blame the girl for the broken relationship? Films always portray the boy drunken after the breakup solely dealing with it. Why? Is the girl that heartless or everyone else entirely blind? Why don't they ever ask, if the girl was happy with the relationship then why did she leave at the first place? Why can't they bloody see or just gulp down the fact that it always takes two hands to clap? Of course then that means she wasn't happy at all. She was tired of pretending. She wanted her own life, she wanted to breathe out. May be she felt jammed inside. It's her life and she decides. If you are dumb enough to not get that, then you are at fault. Stop blaming the girl. Why can't you just keep your male ego aside, sit and think about what wrong you did that compelled her to leave. It's always easy transferring faults or pointing fingers at others but it's way more difficult to stand in front of the mirror, trying to answer all the 'why...