You knew she was not the usual the moment you met her. She wasn't one who could be won with dirty talks or an expensive gift. Rather, she was one you would spot in the balcony, reading a book in her pajamas. She was one you'd see scribbling in a torn diary in the metro. She was one you'd find in a bar, wearing a genuine smile as her friends speak.
You knew she loved her friends, her parties, her job, her games. Yet, what she loved the most was her lone time -- the time when she read her favorite authors, watched the same movies a thousand times over, wrote about the people she loved, painted dreams on canvas or just reminisced her days with her parents.
This is exactly where you decided to strike!
You noticed every detail of her being. You watched closely as her face lit up at the mention of certain things. You led her to believe that she could let you in; she could make you a part of her small world, away from everything else. And just when you became the face of everything she loved, you broke her heart!
Don't deny that you planned it. Don't deny you still pride yourself in being a playboy, switching girlfriends every three months. Dating some, sleeping with others. Giving false hopes to some, making prodigious promises to others. And this, you thought, was your ultimate win; because she was different. You destroyed her like never before!
But let me tell you, you lost! You broke her heart but failed to break a thinking mind. She gathered the broken pieces and made art out of it! She made poetry and prose, she made sketches and paintings. She no longer paints or scribbles her dreams, but documents her worst nightmares. And that's exactly where you lost! Because today, she is art, and you are just another mistake!
Art: Abir Choudhury