The Prejudice...

…It was pre-dawn.  The skyline had a beautiful azure due to the overnight drizzling; A chill in the usual breeze and a peculiar silence in her room. The book was lying open through the page she was reading last night. An I-pod was lying still on her computer desk. A bowl of her usual snacks of peanuts and jaggery was claimed by ants till now. A glass of water half full residing just besides it. And there she slept on her chest with her black and grey checkered boxers and a simple white sleeveless t-shit.  It has been quite a while since she had a peaceful sleep. Each night it would be one more effort for her to fall asleep. And today, was no different. She twitched, and then turned sides. Her eyes were sore.  She laid there with apathy and a blank mind. The moment her mind wandered, it nestled onto one person- HIM. The sole reason of her state right now. Person who had made her like that. He; who made her cry like a baby; crying yet cannot explain why. And yet she was invariably in love with him. No matter what he did, she couldn’t agree to hate him.  The thought flowed from the memories back to one single question, she had thought of almost every single day: Why does she love him? There was not a single prominent quality in him that she liked. Neither had she liked his persona nor any of his attributes. But she loved him. Crazy, one would definitely say. Even she thought it was pointless and crazy. Yet there was something…something which was not easy to know of, which was holding her back. Not as if she did not strive to move on. It was practical. After about 4 years of so-called relationship and continuous fights between them due to different temperaments; usually more aggressive just because till that time both had started to loathe the idea of talking with each other; they were practically in a cold-war nevertheless they would talk. Sometimes with I-would-prefer-dying -rather than-talk –with-you periods between them. This usually meant avoiding each other for few months and eventually end up talking again. And the odd part was she didn’t know if he is normally that psycho or just behaving like one. She didn’t know any of the things which were going on currently with her, or which happened to her. She just wanted to be relieved. Relieved from the heaviness of the heart. Relieved from the melancholy of the emotions. The unmanageable tension and her pregnant thoughts day in and day out. But where was the answer? What was that one thing that behold her from being happy?  She knew that happiness is within oneself and all that and she tried everything but in vain. It was first blush by the time she was back to her consciousness of her vicinity. Her mom had called her from the kitchen for morning tea, wiping her tears she went with a bright smile on her face.