That was the time when betrayal was resonating in the background of my life pushing me into the darkest hour which of course was not followed by dawn,
Living in a socially conservative society where social meetings and fake smiles were given more importance than bruised hearts and depressed faces, It took more effort to open up about my sufferings,
Out when I came, everything fell into this magnanimous infinity loop, where everyone blamed everyone but themselves,
Heart break on one track and rejection on the other and the two tracks leading to opposite directions, adding pain to the throbbing pain I was already in,
Those were the times when the whisper of the silence was echoing in my ears,
And in that exploding silence, warm tears peep through the curtain of my eyelids and flow down onto my cheeks backstabbing one of my mixed feelings,
In the darkest white room lies the epiphany of my existence, where I always succumbed to my feelings and emotions.
Some called it 'weakness',
some thought it was 'strength',
some called it 'absurd',
some named it 'seeking attention',
But none of them knew, the ground I stood upon at that time was overwhelmed with love, pure unconditional love.
Overpowered by the ecstatic emotions, my learnt lessons, conscious senses got dethroned and left me with nowhere to go right,
Epiphany again. I gave up to my emotions and slit my right wrist in such a hurry that In one go, I got both my veins cut open. Being a doctor though didn't help me from losing my consciousness when the blood flowed down my hand on to the floor.
Everything happened later was hazy. When I heard voices around me, I tried opening my eyes a lot of times, but I felt too tired to even move my eyelid up.
Out in the space for three days, I open my eyes, on the hospital bed, everything was a little blurry, there were about twelve stitches on my aching right hand,
I struggled to move, and during this process, I saw something moving on the resting sofa beside me. With great difficulty I turn my head to look, to find a familiarly looking unfamiliar face,
It was him.
He was the person who had saved me from my bizarre suicide attempt and that someone who would save me from the whole world encasing me safe in his heart.
He wasn't that someone who was going to save me all by himself, but that someone who would help me heal to save me from myself one day.
He was that someone who looked at me and saw the light in me when all I could see was a painting in the darkest shade of black.
He waited for my scars to heal, my heart to feel, for me to love again and he loved me over and over again until all I could remember about the past was his love and nothing else.
He made me believe in myself and in the world again. He loved me, loved me until I fell in love with him and myself.
And One fine day, I lost to him in a war that was pretty much one sided, a war in which he fought, on his side his alliance, the unconditional love he had, for me while I, unfortunately against him.
I gave up my unreasonable overthinking. I believed. In him and us. Then came the silent whisper of three words, followed by the three knots.
He showed me happily ever after exists with loads of love and tons of friendship and a little effort.
He is my angel, my saviour, my knight in shining armor, my friend, my brother, my father, my love, my everything, everything.
This, is for him.
To Him.
To Us.