BOOK REVIEW TITLE: YOU WE AUTHOR: VANYA RAJWAR GENRE: ROMANTIC FICTION RATINGS: 4.6/5 ⭐ 🖤Vanessa, shortly V, 22 years old, strong and independent girl, is quite different from others. How could one define her? A Rebel or a Manizer (as her friends call her)? She is unique in her own ways, riding bike, being frank, […]
So I have decided to do a series of posts on the various men I have dated. What inspired me? Well besides being my own muse, my friends often tell me your love life is nothing short of a bollywood movie. Haha! So, let’s begin.
I call myself a tormented romantic,
Not because I don’t believe in love,
It’s because of the men that I have dated,
And their extremely unique antics.
I fell in puppy love at school,
Don’t we love the bad boys when we are in that pool,
He was a stuntsman and a rugged human,
If you ask me now I would call such a boy a pure ruffian,
And how the girls used to go gaga over him,
Is beyond what today, I can fathom.
I was a good friend of his,
People often teased us about it,
One day he proposed to me out of the blue,
Was it genuine or on a whim?
That, I never understood.
I enjoyed the attention for a good three years,
The popularity that comes from dating a well known ruffian,
Whenever he stood outside my class,
Everyone would hoot and comments they would pass.
You would think we were happy and in bliss,
But three years later I found out,
He was dating one of my friends’ friend.
What unfolded after that was a trauma in the past,
But extremely laughable when I think of it,
As puppy love very rarely lasts.
Well as I said it was traumatic for me,
He had started dating another,
Within the first half year,
Of when he started to date me.
After that he had been on a dating spree,
As he had another one too in his kitty,
With my acquaintance being the latest addition to it.
My town was quite small and conserved when I was a kid,
So hiding four girlfriends from each other,
I must say Kudos to such talent!
Finally I did confront him one day,
Told him we needed to end this farce completely,
Three years? he had asked, Over?
I had a knot in my throat as I nodded,
All he said was Okay!
As he shrugged and walked away.
I had looked at his receding figure in the distance,
Not once did he turn that fateful day,
The tears flowed out of my eyes,
And that was how I got cheated on in my first relationship itself.
I laugh out loud today at the incidence,
And Oh! He did come back with apologies,
And do you know when?
A good four years later, with a heartfelt one,
But what good was it by then?
And this is how our romance ended.
He is a good friend as of today,
But he still feels guilty for his infidelity,
Even though I have forgiven him for his childish capers,
Firstly, I am really sorry that I haven’t been able to stay regular despite having promised the same.
Just been promoting my book and hence, I have been a bit busy. So I have decided to do a short question answer session for the readers.
I had been clinging to false hopes,
Despite knowing the truth,
I stayed wanting to bind him with love,
A love to which he paid no heed,
He fell for another and I was left alone,
Many nights I spent crying myself hoarse.
He and I were a story I wanted to tell,
And as I began penning it down,
Somewhere through those pages I found a closure,
Not all stories conclude themselves,
Not all stories are happily ever after tales,
Sometimes it’s necessary for us to give ourselves the closures we seek,
We deserve it to thrive again, it’s the Soul’s need.
When I saw the author copies of my book and went through them, I had sighed. It was my closure to a beautiful chapter in my life and I was really glad. Sometimes we get closures when we least expect them and that’s what happened with me. It brought me a peace I hadn’t experienced in ages. My first book will remain close to my heart, for many reasons and this is one of them.
What are your thoughts on Closure? Let me know in the comments section.
“So this is finally goodbye,” he asked, his voice wavering as he looked at her.
“Yes, yes, it is,” she said, with a steely gaze.
“Do you think?” he asked, “We might meet again.”
Her eyes softened for a while as she sighed. “Life is a series of maybes. Someday, in some other place, maybe, our souls might get entangled again.”
“Maybe,” he said, “But I am sorry again, if only you could give me…”
“Some apologies are futile,” she said cutting him, her voice cold, “I have forgiven you but sometimes the damage is irrevocable. Maybe, we will meet again in the midst of our stories; maybe, when your soul is wiser, maybe a day when you’d understand the extent of devastation your words and actions actually caused, but till then it’s goodbye.”
With that, she turned around and left him standing all alone, the way he had left her stranded when she had needed him the most. She deserted him on the path they had decided to walk on till eternity to pave one for herself. As he saw her receding figure, he realized he had taken her love for granted for way too long. He had tired her beautiful soul; left it so cold that the woman who could never stay away from him didn’t turn back even once as she walked away.
Little did he know, she didn’t turn because there were tears flowing from her eyes; the dam had finally broken. She had used the final ounce of her strength to walk away from him. She had waited for very long, waiting to be acknowledged, wanting to be loved, and now when he finally did, it felt meaningless to her. Simply because he had prioritized someone else when she had needed him the most.
She trussed her hair, set her glasses and was ready for the outing. A few men looked at her as she roamed. She noticed their eyes and she smiled, as a sensation she hadn’t felt in ages surged through her. His betrayal had almost completely marred her spark.
The men leering at her didn’t go unnoticed by his observant eyes. He smiled resignedly and shook his head, she was perfection, he had always known that. The very perfection he had lost. He looked at her longingly as she flitted about without him, wanting to tell these men that she was his. He wondered if there was another chance.
She turned to look at him, just once, before she trudged forward. Her expression was enough to tell him that there was absolutely no chance.
They heard the Myth of Trevi Fountain. As they made their way towards it, amidst the crowd they got separated from each other.
She looked around but he was nowhere to be found. She trotted to the fountain alone, her heartbeat surging; she disliked crowds. She threw one coin in, took a deep breath and smiled. There was no need for another, her soul already belonged to him. Whether they were destined to be together, she never really gave it a thought.
Suddenly she noticed him in the distance as he threw a coin. She waited with bated breath if he would throw another. He didn’t, instead, he glanced at her and she immediately averted her eyes. When she looked back he was already making his way towards her through the crowd.
Unbeknownst to her he had already noticed her treading through the crowd. His eyes had been roving ever since they had been separated, panicked at having lost his most treasured find and when he saw her he had felt a calming peace.
He had stared at her with awestruck eyes as she threw in her coin and also waited to see if she would throw another in. She never did and he knew she was all his. He threw in his coin, and glanced at her and saw her averting her shy eyes. He knew how much she hated crowds so he waded through the crowd, he held out his hand as he reached her.
Still shy, she didn’t look him in the eye but hand in hand as they made their way out of the crowd, they weren’t two individuals but two mirrors both part of the same soul. And one day if they returned together to Rome, even Trevi Fountain would be proud that it had been witness to a love so pure.