Secret Garden (Part I)

I was 10 years old when I came across a movie called Secret Garden, and I loved everything about it. A lonely girl, who still has hope, making new friends, getting hold of her life, and of course, discovering a secret garden full of roses. What’s not to like! Eventually, as the days passed by, I forgot about it.

Then recently, I came across this classic song by Bruce Springsteen of the same name and it took me back in time. The lyrics ‘She had a secret garden’ was everything. That, literally, hit me, that I too once had a secret garden, which no one ever had been a part of. It was my happy, as well as my dark place. People came and left, but nobody ever tried to break in. I had purposely made the walls too high, because what was the point of my secret garden if anyone could enter it. I was content with my flowers, they were everything I ever wanted, but fate had some different plans.

One day, I could hear someone crying in the distance. I tried to ignore it as much as I could but it kept growing. I couldn’t take it anymore, it was disturbing my gardens harmony. So I left, that right there was my biggest mistake. I was standing at the gate and could see this guy, completely gray, crying for help. I knew I had to help him, as I was in his place once. I know how it feels to be alone and helpless. So I held his hand and brought him back to my orchard which was full of joy and colors, unlike him.

I wanted to make him happy, I wanted him to able to see the colors around me, feel them, be a part of them. So, I plucked a flower, it did hurt, but I did it anyway and gave it to him. I could feel a little part of me losing color, but I did it anyway. The little flower right in front of his nose made him smile a bit. It made me feel much better than before. I couldn’t stop but show him around my garden. My naive little mind wanted him to be as radiant and colorful as I was.

So, there it goes… We were living, laughing, dreaming in my garden and whenever I saw him a bit upset I would pluck some more flowers and hand it to him. This went on for days and months. There came a time when he was exactly what I wanted him to be, he quickly blossomed into several colors and soon he was a completely different person, but then, so was I. I reeked of grayness and no radiance at all. If you made me stand in front of a mirror I wouldn’t recognize my own self. I was sad, lost, and all alone…

(To be continued…)


Should you be friends with your ex?

I finally got up after hitting snooze for the hundredth time. I had to check my phone like every other day to wake me up completely. And there it was, several likes, few comments, and a message from my ex on Instagram. My day was ruined already before it had even started.

I thought about it while brushing my teeth, taking a shower, dressing up, having my breakfast, I wondered about it some more on my commute, and then came the rage all at once- What the fuck he wants now that I don’t give a damn about him! I guess this is what happens when you have moved on, living your life, and enjoying your single hood, a guy from past drops in to check in if you’re still stupid the way you were before. And, you know, I am still that stupid because I replied. Don’t blame me, I was only curious to know what he had to say.

My mind was running like crazy, making hundreds of assumptions per minute- what if he has always loved me, or if he misses me, and wants to get back with me? Maybe he has realized his mistake and wants to apologize for being an asshole. OR, maybe, worst of them all, he wants to be “friends” with me. OMG! what if that is true? Is that even an option? What kind of a territory is that, being friends with your ex? I have never been there. Even thinking about being friends with him makes me hurl.

But, I’ve read that only matured and cool people can stay on good terms with their exes. I am mature and cool, a little, only if a little bit. And even if my relations have never been ended on good terms (My all kind of relationships ended with one yelling in rage and other one crying furiously) doesn’t mean I cannot be friends with one, I can do that, at least that’s what I imagined.

And that was the reason why I replied to him. And guess what, the conversation ended with him calling me a failure, with a fake attitude and I ended up blocking him yet again. Well, I am not really cool, I’ll accept that. Anyway, I do not understand this thing about being friends with your ex. Why you need to be with a person who has done you wrong or was bad to you in some way? It doesn’t make sense to me. Why you want to keep a person in your life who left you for someone/something else? Yeah, forgive them and move on with your life, but why misuse your time? All this is beyond me. I believe this is something extroverts came up with because let us face it, they always need little more people to be their friends, even their exes.

So, yeah I can’t be friends with my ex and if that makes me immature, so be it. Anyway, shouldn’t we focus on more important issues like which series to binge watch next on Netflix, rather than wasting our time on someone we have already moved on from?