This post is not just about words of going through tough times. I’ve put my heart in it. It was important to do so, because sometimes when we are unable to speak what’s bothering, writing down our feelings is the best way to express.

It’s been some time since I broke up with my boyfriend. I can’t exactly tell how much time as it happened oddly. There were no arguments, no fights, no cursing no goodbys, nothing. I didn’t even get to see him before it ended. All I remember is that I could feel my relationship was falling apart and despite all my attempts to save it – I failed. But yes, it’s been 8 months & 4 days since I last saw him, hugged him and felt his warm touch on my super cold body. Feels like yesterday, he was there with me at the airport from where I had my flight for my next destination. We were holding hands and just wouldn’t let go of each other. While on our way to airport I had this strange feeling- what if we never met again? Knowing we’ve always managed to stay together for so long, I shrugged it off. L’ll did I know what was stored in furture for us and that it was not just a sad feeling but my instinct. He hugged me tight before I went in for my flight and that feeling creeped in again and each day since then has been a roller coaster of emotions. I felt deceived but it wasn’t his fault alone. He was going through a difficult phase of his life which I regrettably failed to understand for the 1st time in our journey together (no amount of apology can make up for it). And as soon as I did, I guess it was a tad too late. But still I tried to not let this relationship go, for it was so important to me. Not because we have been in relationship for 3 years but because I couldn’t bear to see a friendship we nurtured for almost 10 years die due to unpleasant circumstances. I love him more than I thought I did. Not to forget – I still do!

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For as long as we were together, for me, we were the best. We had a world of our own. I always seeked a relationship that challenges me to get over my own limitations & helps me grow into a better human being than one that gives me butterflies. I took pride knowing I was in relationship with someone who’s so knowledgeable and humourous yet so humble and sensible. Honestly, I don’t know how to put our level of understanding in words, but I was proud of us. We would tease & annoy each other to hell at one moment and then would load each other with thousand kisses the very next moment. We would laugh, argue, cry,  travel, go on crazy long drives to distant places whose untouched beauty always mesmerised us. While we could see couples cuddling with each other in the silent corners of the sea shore, we would be sitting on the rocks noticing the crabs play. We would listen to our favourite music on the way and while cooking too. We were a lover of tasty food. We would watch movies and our favourite shows together. We could talk about life, universe and everything. We would talk about things for lengths, obviously never reaching on any conclusions. But that was not the point. It was our bond that we could share anything and everything with each other without the fear of being misunderstood. I believe that is the essence of any healthy relationship being able to speak our mind without being judged. There was no palce for secrets, lies and negativity between us. Only positivity and happiness flowed and we would just dive in. Such used to be our times of love. We did all the crazy things together. We did almost everything a couple does and so much that was still to be explored together. However, I do believe it wasn’t a typical college romance for sure. We were much above that. The sense of respect we had for each other was exceptional (atleast as i see it). We actually grew with each other. No matter what came by, it was our faith in each other that kept us going stronger than ever before. I always had this notion that relationships based on love, trust and respect ain’t as easy to die out. Never in my dreams had I expected an end to all this in the way it happened. But it did happen and in a blink my life turned upside down. He blocked me from his life without a valid reason. It wasn’t WHAT he did but HOW he did it – that broke my heart more. We had never let a third person tell us how to sort out our issues. But like any other person in love would do, determined to make this relationship work, I made several desperate attempts to sort it all out. I asked his friends for help keeping my self respect at stake and felt more than humiliated. Yet I tried and was, but obviously – disappointed. I would send him emails, wait for the clock to strike 5 so I could call him and talk to him (disadvantage of being in a long-distance relationship). I would call him atleast once a day to make sure he is fine, to make make him feel better in any possible way I can, to make sure he doesn’t have to face the bad times alone. It was important I give him his space and time. But all went in vain and I was caught in a situation where I myself lost all hopes when he said “I don’t want to be with you anymore“. His words pierced my heart and shattered me into pieces. I couldn’t believe he said that. I still can’t. But he said it. It all got me terribly depressed but I still was trying my best to keep myself calm for I ain’t among the ones to let anything disrupt or ruin my mental peace. Yet there I was – totally unstable. He closed all the doors and built a thick wall of silence between us and I kept standing at the stoep anguished with a bleeding soul, reckoning him to open up someday so I could help heal his aching soul. But he didn’t. To be honest, I am still standing there and it is so hurtful to know that he wouldn’t come or let me help.

It’s been a hell of 8 months (still counting) and even today, I long to hear him call my name in his sweetest voice full of love. I long to be in his arms close to his heart. I long for the taste of his lips on mine that reminded me of us being head over heels in love with each other. I long to see him looking at me as if I was a miracle that happened to him. I long to look into those innocently glittering eyes of his that were a mirror to his heart and I could see myself shining bright in them. I long for those moments when I would feel like giving up and he would pump my fuel back with his soothing words to keep going. Left alone with his memories now, I keep a face of that strong girl who has moved on in her life but deep inside I am still there, in front of that wall with a heart full of hurt, eyes full of tears and mind full of unanswered questions.

Sometimes it just feels like a bad dream. As if, he would trun up soon or call me in some time and we would get back just the way we did during some of our silly midnight arguments that we never let overpower our love for each other (I can bet all the odds against it though). Trust me, I try my best to stay happy but most of the times I end up stumbling over things that reminds me of him. Small birthday notes, anything I wore he would load me with compliments in, a few pictures of us together (for most of them got deleted accidentally and I kept crying the whole night for the loss) and most of all, the memories we made together that keeps playing like a movie in my head every now and then, just wouldn’t let my mind rest. The things I own doesn’t feel like they belong to me anymore. Even the simplest chores like cooking, packing up for travel, just about anything else would execrably remind me of him. Even a comedy show we watched together makes me cry.

Just like this comic strip I read sometime back that described various couple moments. I cried throughout the strip as I could relate so much to it. (See pic above)

Our jounery from strangers to friends to best friends to lovers to realising that we were soulmates and that we were meant to be, has been incredible. Sometimes, I look at the sky twinkling with stars that would remind me of his eyes that would shine with excitement while talking to me about the stars, the planets, the galaxies, the universe, the life, the history, the mountains, the earth, the people, the culture, reading stories from the books he liked, singing this favourite songs to me, his love for dogs & dolphins, his people he loved and so much more. I would listen to him no less than a curious child as I wanted to know everything about him. It used to be so exhilarating to hear to him speak his heart out with so much enthusiasm. He had this magic to make even the most boring topic get interesting. Especially with a restless soul like me, he had all the patience in the world to make me get to talking about things I never really liked or bothered much about. A gentle soul he was. I would describe every single moment spent with him as magical. But that would be too less to say. No words of description can do justice to the feelings I felt for him, with him. I would like to think that he misses me too, that he has the same feelings I am having. I always tell my self ‘no person is bad only the life sometimes make it difficult to act/ think wisely’. And life is what took toll on the relationship which was so sacred to me that I still value the memories of it. Yes, I do. No matter what happened, but he gave me the best of everything and this is how I sometimes even mock myself “best of relationship and best of heartbreak”.

Coming over to the topic now. Sorry I took so long to get on it. It wouldn’t have been sensible to start penning down about healing without mentioning about the pain. So, it was crucial that I 1st write about what hit me so hard that I needed to heal myself and then move on to how I rose up and above all.

(This was part 1 that focused on the relationship which eneded and made my life miserable for some preiod of time untill I started walking on my path to healing. I would be writing a part 2 that would be focused on one particular part of my journey that made me realise that why we should seek for peace and happiness within ourselves and not outside. This is an important landmark on my journey. You may or may not relate to my story but we all share a mutual feeling of pain at some point of our life to which we react in our own unique way. That is our own way to heal. So, don’t forget to like, follow, leave your comments and share this article with your friends & followers. If you wish to share anything, I am up for a discussion. I would be glad to help you in any way I can. Or would simply listen to what you have to say without judging you because sometimes all we need is someone to hear us out without being judgemental.)

Lots of love and healing to anyone & everyone who reads this.🙂 😇


Being an introvert person, I don’t really like to share much about what I’m doing or what’s happening in my life on everyday basis over the social media. But what happened today & a few days back with us, I just had to share with you all as such issues are a social concern.

When we start our day in the morning and head towards our respective jobs, we never think that we or our loved one’s can become a victim of the increasing mishaps in the world. We take everything for granted. Himachal, though, is considered the safest state in India as far as the crime rate is concerned, yet, things like eve-teasing, robbery and other such crimes are still prevalent.

Few days back, while we were going to the market, I and my Bhabi (my brother’s wife) were eve-teased by a group of five young boys (aged 7-15 yrs) who started calling us cheap and derogatory names (I wonder where they learnt them from? I can’t even write them down. that’s how vulgar & disrespecting they were – you can imagine) followed by obscene gestures, which called for them to be taught a lesson and yes, I caught hold one of them & slapped him real hard but the kid somehow freed himself & they all fled before I could drag them to the police station. As we moved ahead, they threw stones on us from behind. Thankfully, we were unhurt. I don’t care if they were kids. I have beaten much elder jerks twice & dragged one to the station before. Old or young, what’s wrong is wrong.

Ever since I have read about Amardeep Sada who became the “youngest serial killer at a mere age of Eight years and juveniles being involved in many rape cases I really do not trust kids these days to be unarmed. Not every kid will become Amardeep, of course, still, I would like to mention, “Crime has no age.” So rather than whimpering, it is better to take some solemn action.

This was one case. Let us talk about what happened today with my mother. As she made her way for a conference that she had to attend at her place of work (KNH HOSPITAL, SHIMLA), my mother was attacked by a chain snatcher. My mother is a very sophisticated lady when it comes to anything, be it working or wearing clothes. While traveling or while going to the market she makes sure to cover her neck and keep the chain or jewellery (if she’s wearing any) tucked in her clothes. That’s how conscious she is. At the time of the attack too she wasn’t wearing any piece of jewellery other than what is a necessity for Indian married women to wear (sometimes such necessities to me feel more like a burden & an open invitation to thieves).

Any who! As soon as, my mother felt the hand of the thief on her shoulder, which was his first attempt to grab the chain, without wasting another second, she quickly caught his hand with all her force while trying to secure her chain. She got injured in the scuffle, as he pushed her in his second attempt to snatch it. There were few labourers standing behind but they just decided to become mute spectators rather than coming over for help. On realising that he can no way steal the chain, as he couldn’t find it anywhere, and that my mother was even more fierce, down he went, like a cat, with the fear of being caught now, leaving my mother lying on the ground (injured but not helpless). Then came the audience who had been watching all this till now & helped my mother get up. Sensing that they too can be potential goons, my mother quickly tricked them  “oh, meri chain neeche gir gai. koi uthao zara” (oh, my chain fell down. Someone please pick it up) while she hid it in her fist, so they don’t try to snatch again as she was alone over there & exhausted too. Quite clever, I must say. They searched but when they couldn’t find the chain, picked up her specs and gave it to her. Being a bold & independent lady, she surely knows how to defend herself in a situation like this. This was followed by a few more people coming down to where all this happened and she was taken to the hospital where she got her first aid while her colleagues were petrified on seeing her wounds bleed. She had deep wounds on hand arm and knees but thankfully not fatal. She got bruised a little on her eye and nose too and other parts with injuries were followed by some swelling.

Despite all this, she attended the conference today and came back home by the evening only. It would not be justified to simply say that she is a very dedicated employee. The word seems too small. She loves what she does. After she got back home, we were all bewildered on seeing her injuries and when she told us about what happened, it shook us from within. It took us some time to get back to normal and my mother’s strong and jovial – happy go lucky nature made it all look like a perfect action scene from a Bollywood movie. This also reminded me of how Rani in the movie Queen fought with a goon who tried snatching her purse. But that was made up and this a real incident with a real Queen who actually fought a real goon. We were shocked and my mother rocked.

I can not thank God enough for bestowing my mother with strength and keeping her presence of mind that helped her protect herself and come back home safe. Oh yes, the police came too, got her statement recorded but as she couldn’t see the face of the thief because her specs had fallen so she refused to file an FIR. After being insisted by the officers, that if anything is found on CCTV footage, she must see and confirm, to which she agreed. Unlike the police of other states, Himachal Police talks politely with respect and concern and never try to scare people about the cons of filing an FIR. That’s appreciable. They have also got more security to cover that place after the incident and that too in civil clothes to make sure no such goon goes unnoticed so such incidents could be avoided in future.

Coming back to the point – Safety! No, we can’t always expect the government or the police to be present everywhere, although they are trying their best to. According to my mother, the snatcher seemed to be a young boy & taking some sort of drugs and do you know what is common between the incident that happened with me & my Bhabi & my mother?? Both times it happened just within the residential areas & they were people from U.P. No, I’m not stereotyping. I know few really genuine people from that state and have a very strong bond. Also, I am sure there would be many more good people from U.P. out there. But the facts can never be ignored. As it’s not just twice, something like this has happened with us. Back when I was in Delhi & Chandigarh, I had been a victim of eve-teasing quite a lot of times and most of the times they were from U.P. Not neglecting the fact that he ratio of local eve-teasers is less however that too happens quite a lot. This statement by me might offend many but it is the truth. I can’t say about others girls but only vouch for my own experiences. What if those kids who said nasty and vulgar words and that chain snatcher had some weapon and tried to attack us with it? Anything could have gone wrong and our lives could have been in danger. It is hard to imagine anything worse happening.

I have been more than thankful to God for always keeping me and my family safe till now and pray for everyone’s safety in future as well.

But the problem persists. We just can’t take anything for granted. Anything can happen anytime & anywhere. Yesterday, it happened with me, today with my mother and tomorrow it can happen with you and day after with your loved one’s too. So, I urge all of you to be conscious both at home and outside. No place is safe as the thugs can be anywhere. Make sure the doors are locked and refrain from attending strangers who come to sell different items door to door. You never know which one turns out to be a threat. If possible, install a CCTV at the entrance and drawing room of your home. When you step out, be aware of your surroundings. Don’t keep walking straight in the direction of your nose and not looking around. You might want to avoid contact with some people you don’t like. But you wouldn’t want to miss a potential threat. So bumping into a a few people you don’t like seems like a much better option. Prepare yourself for the worst. You must always be ready to handle any sort of situation and defend yourself. Even better, if you can get trained in self defence. You can not always control what happens but surely, being cognisant of your surroundings will help you make a much safer place for yourself & others too. And lastly, be fearless. Trust your instincts. Help people in need. Don’t keep watching. Audience is for reel life in theatres. In the real world, we are actors. So act and react as and when required. Don’t be afraid of anything. Nothing is weaker than your fear & nothing is stronger than being courageous.

Be safe! Be blessed!