Against All Odds

I picked up my cup of coffee, played Prateek Kuhad’s Kasoor song in the background, looked out of the window searching for reasons to not love you. With a heavy heart, I wasn’t able to trace any of them with my eyes wide open. It breaks my heart to know that people who hold on tightly to someone they love dearly are often entitled as weak.

I’m not weak, to love someone without any patch of hope is something only a strong person can do! To love someone who loves you back equally is not difficult but to love someone even when you know their name is not engraved in your destiny, even when you know that there will be no one who’ll reach out to hold your hand when you’ll be at your worst demands epitome of selflessness and strength.

The power of one-sided love is beyond any theory of quantum physics, balancing chemical equations, beyond deciphering the meaning of life and beyond any equations of life and death.

I tried not to flood my cheeks with numbness of my heart pouring out in tears. I hold on my breath and took out a page from my notebook to pour out all the words on the paper.

“Against all the odds, I reach out for your hand even when I know it will shatter me into zillions of pieces when you’ll leave it.

Every night my heart runs to be with you, to lay on the rooftop and gaze the concert of stars singing the songs of love and brightness even when I know there will come a day when you’ll be gazing it with someone else with utmost passion and I’ll be still gazing at you! I want to stop my heartbeat for a second to feel yours, to cuddle with you, and design love even when I know you’ll be awake in someone else’s dreams.

My heart craves to wake up next to you in the morning, even when I know you’ll wake with the thoughts of spending life with someone else while I’ll be still thinking about a life with you! I want to dedicate my favorite song to you even when I know that my heart will bleed to see your playlist flooded with someone else’s favorite songs.

Against all the odds, I’ll still choose to hold your hand even when I’ll have hundreds of more hands to hold."

The power of one side is not confined to any boundaries of hopes and expectations.

I looked at the paper, my fingers were quivering while I crumbled it, turned off the song, and burned the paper instead of keeping it, who am I to expect something from you? No one!

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About the Author

Hi, I'm Unnati Saxena! I'm one of the staff writers of this platform. Apart from this, I'm also a content writer and curator for online newspapers and blogs. I'm an introverted person who loves to create fictional stories with creative imagination and words. I always choose books over people and I'm a fan of fictional characters, deep talks, and gazing stars. Find me elsewhere!