The doctor and the patient. Head versus Heart.

"No option left. You will have to cut them off and let them go," the doctor said heartlessly.

"Noooo," I screamed out of fear, "The pain my God! How will I ever bear such excruciating pain? And then what about after that? Could I ever cope with such irretrievable loss?"

"You'll live. You'll survive," the doctor said rather coldly.

"But why do I Have to cut them off?" I tried to reason as well as plea as a last resort.

"Because," the decisive doctor spoke with finality, " gangrene has already set in your relationships."

- S. Chaudhary.

Broken

He wondered what he did wrong. Why she walked all over his heart. But since she was the one who broke it in the first place, the pieces would cut her deep and first.

- S. Chaudhary

Your ghosts

You are alive but now just a memory for me. Decades of countless memories, of a life spent with you, piled up like rotting corpses at the back of my mind. Wherever I go I carry your ghosts with me. I ran as far away from you as my feet would take me. Yet at the far end of the world, I found you living inside of me.

- S. Chaudhary

With You. And lonely

Her voice was trembling, her hands were shaking and her knees were weak. It was difficult for her to open up and speak. Her heart beat so fast she thought it would stop, the pit of her stomach quivering. With a lump in her throat she managed to speak her deepest fears, her darkest memories. Never had she dared to bring down her walls but she thought he had an empathic ear, an understanding heart. Worried she might lose her voice and not finish her sentences but somehow they were complete. She waited with bated breath wondering what his response would be. He turned around and smiled reassuringly. Then said it’s no big deal! Let’s go grab something to eat. That is the painful moment that it finally dawned upon her, she is not lonely because of lack of company.

- S. Chaudhary