The ‘Ex’-Factor !

You still think about your ex? It’s not a crime.

Sharad’s Sunday Sojourns (week # 461 | 14th Feb 2021):

“It’s a mood record. Like one night you’re going to be down in the dumps depressed because you’re thinking about your ex-boyfriend and the next moment you’re gonna be like screw him you know? And the next one you’re saying to yourself ‘God I’m in love’.” … Willa Ford.

That love is true love, which has a perpetual fear of being lost. (Image source: Times of India)

The engagement of love resembles, in all probability, the rendezvous in a warfare! Just as unforgiving and bloody hell, as in a battle. Once you have decided to travel that boulevard, especially on the advent of a certain weekend, you would be trailed by the devils, through gullies of horror and the unanticipated, marred often by the spiders’ web. It is difficult to keep your head held unanimously high, and to protect yourself from the neighbourhood verbal volleys. One needs to be utter vigilant, against the quicksand of ridicule, with shoes on one hand, sticky mud on the other!

Someone can withstand breakups with a casual ease. Chin up, shaved, ready for another ‘conquest’! Except slight midday angina, cold drinks and diet cokes, 200 ml of teardrops, and finally, the end! But for majority, it’s unending suffering, juxtaposed with both pleasant and hostile everlasting remembrance, yearlong heartburn, acid reflux and antacids. Some even take the addiction path (which is utterly denouncing), and seems to have seen his/her ex every now and then, turn of the road, at soccer ground, at the college canteen, or even at the French Riviera! Every missed call and ringtones make the heart stop, what if this time it’s him/her? Taking a shower for eternity, with the commemoration of the amusing soupçons and perfumed manoeuvres, and an eagerness that he/she is actually sitting at the couch, ready to make love again?

It is absolutely not a crime to think about or re-engage with your ex. The trick is to trade with caution and a mutual respect toward each other. (Image source: Times of India)

There are so many lives concealed inside a single life, isn’t it? When love disappears, it makes holes, on the road, on the heart. You may not be able to follow the trodden track anymore. Just as outlaws are not allowed to return to their homelands, a sudden departure from carnal proximity puts a ‘No entry’ mark on your endeavours. Those innocent places where you and your beloved had kept marks of extraordinary passion, have turned out be pebble stones overnight. Long distance travels, parks, theatres, concerts, wherever you indulge, you are hindered by an unrecognisable choke, a heightened shamefaced sensation, probably even an abominable thrust of mistrust and conspiracy. You want to watch the latest ‘X-men’ sequel, but all you can notice is his/her caricatures across the screen!

The empty chocolate boxes, the tickets of fun-filled travel dossiers, the cash-memos and bills of the curtain-enabled ‘private’ dinners at the downtown cabins, the write-ups on the disks, cassette-covers and identity cards, everything has a meaning of its own, and yet, they are so distant, so unanimously mean, so overpoweringly disproportionate. The problem is, you cannot throw them out, to dishonour the once-so dear love, and you can’t tolerate them to glare at your egg-face, 24x7! You guard them with your life, and they mock you, forever.

Only fools disregard their ‘good’ ex, at the peril of their current ‘bad’ ones. (Image source: Quora)

And yet after everything, there is nothing wrong to remember him/her, with utmost sincerity and genuine love, unless the breakup was sour and abysmal. For every step we take toward our next venture in life, failures shape us, and are rightfully the pillars of success. Do not criticise overtly, rather take lessons and learn, so that you try to avoid them in the foreseeable future.

Here’s to those kind, beloved ‘ex’es, who have graciously redesigned me and enriched me beyond my fancy! I love you all! Cheers!