“We’re all broken mummy, aren’t we?”
I dumped the washed clothes into a clean bucket and looked at her.
The weight of her sudden thought made no effect on her as she kept munching on the bar of chocolate, eyes glued to the television.
“Why do you think so, Daisy?”
I asked, a small compassionate smile playing on my lips.
She turned around.
“Because each of us have one person we truly love, one we truly hate, another who has broken our hearts yet another we truly miss. We all are pained somehow or the other. We have memories etched in our brains. We are co-dependents in this world. Aren’t we?”
I stared at her, out of words, trying to understand what she means.
“We all are broken mummy. See this doll of mine, she seems fine apparently but I know of all the people that her right arm is broken partially.. and Daddy was broken too” she paused and organised her words before continuing.
“He might not have meant all of those. People hurt others to save themselves, a defence mechanism you know. It’s just that he was in extreme pain just like you are”
“Mm…” I nodded and picked the bucket up. Suddenly, it became a little too heavy.
“Aren’t you broken?” She asked.
It was the first time in many years that I realised, perhaps my apparently happy and ordered life wasn’t organized after all. I kissed her forehead and smiled.
Then I headed towards the balcony, making a mental note to peep inside my heart once I am done with the work.
The cracks don’t disappear so easily.
Hello, I hope you all are doing well! After many months, I had tried writing small fictional pieces.
I tried to show how often in pain, we tend to build up walls and defend ourselves so much so that love may not get through.
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Thank you for reading!❤️
©Tryst with mind- 24/01/2020