“Can’t you be little mild
mannered with people?” He said her with anger in his eyes and patience on his
face.
“Why shall I?” she almost yelled
on him. “I don’t want to be lenient with just everyone. I don’t need to.”
“People matter, Avanti”
“Yes they do, until they respect
me or don’t use me”
“People can make mistakes, just
like u do at times”
“They can detach me even, if
they feel so. I can live alone on my own terms.”
“It’s not as simple as you think,
we all need a companion. Why don’t you understand?” He almost pleaded now.
“No Hemant, we don’t need anyone.
We born alone which means the God has given us a strength to survive alone. It’s
our weakness that we become dependent on other people but that doesn’t mean
that we die without them”
“It’s called as love, not weakness.”
“It sounds same to me, Hemant. Tell
me one thing, how many people have died because their parents are no more? How
many people commit suicide because there partner is no more? Very few right?
Because whatever may be the reason, the desire of living is much more than
desire of death. Yes, momentarily people may feel that the world is of no use, or
may feel that better they shall die, but no one does it. They stand up and move
on. We are actually dependent and habituated on the mob around us. As the old
leaves fall during autumn, the people get detached as we move on, we make new
ones and start getting attached with them again. This cycle ends with our
grave. With our death we disappear from other all the cycles. Then why shall I carry
some toxic people with me? It’s an extra baggage which is of no use.”
“You don’t have an art of conserving
people.”
“Neither have I wanted to learn
it Hemant. If I mean something to someone, he or she will conserve me.”
“And what if you feel to be
dependent or get habituated to someone? In your words, what if you feel weak about
someone? Will you not conserve him even
then?”
She didn’t say anything. She just
walked away, without caring about the abscised leaves under her feet...
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