A story of a very minuscule thing, full of innocence and curiosity at its tender age. It was learning many things usually referred to as emotions, as and when it was growing. It was a newly born crippling totally flexible and moldable, leaning to support. It was small but it was spacious as it would have a room for anyone in exchange for rent in the face of love. The deal was clearly the one who pays the rent stays and the one who does not give the love as the rent was kicked off very easily without any pain or wound, due to the infantile age.
Slowly and gradually at the growing stages, it learned a very strong and destructive emotion known as hatred. It had its own pros and cons. The depth of the emotion was very deep and the wounds it gave were also very painful. Now the number of persons staying in the room decreased from anyone to some, and those who were not able to give love were not only kicked off but even stabbed by the dagger of hate. But unfortunately, that heart was unaware that the dagger of hate had sharp edges on both sides; as it would hurt the heart who was stabbed by it and also the one who stabbed it. It was then that the heart learned that the more you hate things or people the more the heart will be hated.
Now the growing stages were over. It was now all mature and strong and now had the capacity to bear any wound of hatred. But, it was somehow not needed now as the number of people was further decreased from some to just One. After bearing all the persons who back-stabbed the place they used to live in, the heart finally found its one permanent resident who was giving the rent of love very faithfully for all these years. Now the heart discovered the reason to beat more and aloud without any fear; and now for a change instead of charging rent, the heart started giving it to that person. It certainly felt that this was much more beautiful and felt lighter as until then it was craving for love and it was all getting collected which was eventually making the heart heavy and giving love felt more light and heavenly. The heart thought that giving love would make a room in the heart of that only One.
Therefore, it gave all the rent it had collected in the past years. The heart was not realizing that by giving it all away it was digging its own walls and they were getting weak day-by-day. The person who was getting the rent was certainly getting rich, and unfortunately, as it was getting more and more it was getting selfish day by day. A day arrived when the only One stopped giving even a penny of love to the heart. Unaware of the fact the heart was still giving all that it had to fulfill the rent and till that time it was all weak as the heart gave it all away. And the day finally arrived when it wrecked into pieces. It was the day when it found out that the world suffices to give and get back in return.
The heart was not there but the broken pieces were somehow beating. A day arrived again when there was someone, someone else who knocked on the door of that broken heart once again very politely asking for the room in there; all ready to pay the rent again. It found that the heart was broken down completely. That someone else started mending it; putting in all efforts to build a room for itself in there. The day arrived when he put all the broken pieces together. Unfortunately, a very unusual thing happened that day the heartbeat again, but the beating of the rhythm collided with the person who broke it and not with the person who mended it. This happened as the heart gave all the love to the one person and so there was nothing left for the heart for someone else. The worst thing that happened that day was that after that instead of one there were two broken hearts.
Not able to bear the guilt the heart, or more specifically the broken pieces realized that even the mending of the heart would not help as the wounds on the heart were so sharp that it would cut the soul of the person who mends it. Instead, it was longing for someone who builds the room all over again with very strong walls of love and faith….. but that was an impossible task the heart thought. Now it’s only waiting for the last beat to beat the pain away forever…..
