Fragile Glass

This is a story. A story that breaks my heart till date

Circumstances can play a trick with your emotions and walk away guilt free.
On looking back,you know you were salvaged from what was not yours to keep.

She was a simple,kind-hearted girl.She looked at life through a coloured glass; with arms outstretched,willing to accomodate anyone who seeks a friend.

He was a fun-loving boy,often seen with the 'newsmakers' of the campus; oh yes, dont forget the fairer sex:-), serenading them was his forte.

Need brought them together.

Her need for recognition,for a platform to express herself and his need for a sounding board,a primum mobile, brought them together.
Eventually they became the best of friends.

There was not a single day they did not have lunch and dinner together;not a single 'spiritual' topic they haven't explored; they ripped apart their religious beliefs and rebuilt them;they beat the midnight oil together. They were a pair to be reckoned with ,in classrooms and in gatherings;she listened to his choice of music,and grew to like it;he started reading her kind of books. To the wee hours of the morning they would digress,on every topic under the sun.
They made plans together, saw 'incredible' dreams together.

One fine day, fate takes its course.
It shook their boat of blissful contentment.

She fell from a moving vehicle, broke her crown,fought back from the jaws of death. She won the battle, but the war was still on. She needed to restart from where she had left,get on with the call of life..

While she was recovering, he had his own battle. He felt as if something had snap away from his life. He made new friends,wallow in self-pity and pondered 'what if he could turn back time'. He would do anything to freeze time,take him back to the sunny days. And so he continued living.

Yet they were not in love with each other.Rather,their relationship was quixotic or platonic.

If there was any love between them, it was need-based.