The Prince..

As a 14 year old girl,I was a delightful,bubbly child,at my innocent best and ready to take love by its horns.. =) I was a hopeful and naive little teenager fresh from the Harry Potter and Mills and Boon books,and my little head filled up with a mixture of contents of these two series of novels and with my firm ideas of love at first sight and true love and all that,I started waiting for Prince Charming to come in his snowy white flying chariot driven by snowy white horses(horses that would fly) and sweep me off my feet and take me away to the land of fairies and elves and love and affection..And when I met Kush Malhotra,my elder brother,Rudra's friend,I was convinced beyond doubt that HE was my Prince Charming.That no other guy could ever even get mildly close to my definition of PC.. =) Like I said,I was naive.But if only we'd realise this was naivety as children!If only we'd listen to our parents and our friends and everyone not bitten by the love bug..or by the attraction bug should I call it?

This was a poem that I'd written back when 'we'd broken up' for the very first time ..after having 'dated' each other for a period of 8 months and a day precisely and after he realised how this wasnt gonna work out because we lived in different cities and could never really see each other (we went for like 2 'dates' in between those eight months-if you could classify a 10 minute walk and one meeting with all my family members around as 'dates')...now that I think of it I realise how innocent and pure everything about us was back then..!Our baby relationship survived almost 8 months on nothing but emails..we never wanted more than that.Never wanted more than to talk about our lives with each other..he was innocent,I even more so..I never felt the need to meet him.I mean obviously I did but it wasnt ever an urgent need.But he was studying in an only guys boarding school,and his friends obviously questioned his 'relationship' and 'how far he had gone' in it..how many meetings he'd had with me was important right?I didnt think it was and so I never realised his reason for wanting to break up when he wanted to..it hit me out of nowhere and it hit me hard.I cried for days on end..for hours and hours I'd just sit in front of the computer and stare at his name in my chat..read his mails a hundred times over.I begged him not to break up..for the child in me really could not imagine life without him.I was a child,my world was small and in just a few days time,he had become a BIG part of my world-I wasnt gonna let him go..wasnt gonna give up.Kept writing to him,never got replies though.It never struck me then that what he wanted was perfectly sane a want.Perfectly human.He was a year and a half elder to me-he grew up faster than me and so he grew out of our childish relationship faster..Frankly speaking,I still remember a few instances of that stage of my life and for me,then,they were nothing but devastating..shattering.

This was my first encounter with growing up.First confrontation with a heartbreak..now that I think of it,I really find it funny..!To imagine how a simple thing like a small heartbreak had the ability to destroy my world back then..today,I have much bigger worries hitting me and greater issues pressing on my mind..today,earthquakes with heartbreaks as their epicentre do shake my world but their magnitude isnt half as great as earthquakes with career or family or friends or failures in other fields as their epicentres.. My world is bigger now and no matter how big a part of my life heartbreaks are,they dont destroy my life for days to come.But then,reconstruction after the first quake wasnt easy..I made it though! =) Anyway,I'll come back to that later.