Conversations about a Heartbreak.

Go have a fling. 

Said her father seeing her breakdown for the 3rd time in a row.

Go buy a laptop.

Said her father seeing her cringe at the earlier inappropriate suggestion.

Go to Tibet. Meet Dalai Lama.

Said her father seeing her hibernate in that dimly lit room with their ever so loyal dog strung around her foot.

He shared the story of his heartbreak. How it took eternity for him to let go off his love of 20 years. Her mother, his wife. 

She felt stupid for crying over the 16 months with the guy in ? Real Stupid, STUPID stupid.

Enter, Mother.

Do you think he's found someone else?

 Said her mother, playing detective.

All guys are assholes.

Mother was thinking aloud now.

Just hit the gym, eat cake, stop being blue instead colour your hair blue, learn to drive, steal my car and move on. Just don't have sex. Or drink or smoke. 

Daughter wanted the earth beneath her to split open and swallow her before she could hear something like that from her mother. For the 247th time.

Her sister, well, being the human like alien she was, advised her to shut down all kinds of mental processes for a bit. She advised her to go to sleep everytime she thought about him. Safest Escape.

Her best friend, lets call her R-Pill,was talking to her from a city far far away and said a lot of things half of which she doesn't remember. Mostly, unholy things about the guy in ? . She wasn't ready to accept those  just yet.

Her guy friend, lets call him Massaman Curry, said fuck all that and lets talk about food. 

He'd been through the same ordeal a few months ago and got into a rebound relationship with food.

She think he's cheating on food with music though.

Her other guy friend, lets call him Vincent Chase, who she'd met for coffee convinced her to go the bar instead and drink away her first heartbreak. 30 ml down.Feeling a High and Low at the same time.

He told her that he'd never seen her so weak before. He also said that the guy in ? wasn't the cause, but it was her-assuming-self. Maybe he was right.

Now she sits in this December heat making the worst mistake.

Listening to Eddie Vedder sing to her;

On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool cool rain
I can't sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Wooh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain

Love, reign o'er me
Reign o'er me, o'er me
Love, reign o'er me
Rain on me

She realizes that this isn't going to help and changes the track to Beyonce's Irreplaceable.

I hate young teens who think that having a relationship, that ties them down in due process, is God's gift to humanity. I hate that she's even more miserable than the Hindi soap bahus who sleep fully dressed in silk sarees, make up and other articles of adornment.

I'm angry now.

So I'm going to stop talking about her for a bit and tell you how awesome MY life has been.

To be continued...