I have known you for two years now. But I still feel I don't know you at all. That day is still lucid in my mind. You confessed your infatuations and addictions. You expected me to go all ballistic, but I didn't, which is why I think you are more open with me. That bus ride was ghastly. Huge droplets of remorse and repentance were falling from your carmine eyes, making their way through your neck and falling down on our shoulders. Never had I seen you so frightened. I let you weep on my shoulders that day. I just cannot remove that picture from my mind, every time I am about to do something unethical, my mind plays your story, how regret had chocked you from the inside-out that day, and then, I just stop.
Four things you said that was supposed to bewilder any damn person didn't affect me at all. I wonder why. All I felt was sad, for you. I just asked,"Why? Why are you doing this?" She is two years younger than me and has been exposed to various disturbing situations. Situations that can tremendously affect the mind of any teenager. She has seen domestic violence, molestation and harassment, and what not. So she ended up becoming a drunkard and a chain smoker. She even changed her religion. I thank god that she hasn't lost her virginity, or else I am sure the guilt of every wrong thing she has done won't let her live. She was on the verge of committing a suicide that day, thankfully I had the opportunity to fill some sense into her head. She is a masochist too. All of this just makes me feel that I am so blessed to have a good life, with good people to envelope me with positive vibes. I feel so sympathetic to her forlorn condition.
She always puts a smile on my face whenever I am upset or angry or whatever. I just couldn't see the person-who-comforts-me in distress. I don't know why I was suddenly reminded of her. I just wanted to write about a person so close to my heart.
