Veronica is dying

Originally sweet and tender at heart but hardened by the circumstances around, Veronica now has grown up. She has had her share of luck, her share of success and failures and more than her share of men.

As a kid she has moved around quite a bit, grew up as a daddy’s sweet girl, decently good at sports, amongst the first ten in the class in academics and as a very stage friendly pupil. She is gifted with a fair complexion, attractive body, gorgeous face and a smile one can hardly resist. She used to be innocent, like a princess who hasn’t seen her self in the mirror yet and is completely unaware of her beauty. Not sure about it but somewhere, somehow she fell for an ordinary man, who she thought was her prince. But she ended up broken hearted.

Little over the period of time, she has learned to come to terms with life. She loves her freedom but she is happy well within her boundaries. Ever since she has stepped out of parent’s house, she has learned to take care of her self. She went to one of the most famous colleges, had coolest friends to hang out with, did most of the crazy things and then eventually passed university to join a multi-national company.

She has dated similar kind of guys, she has known exactly how to wrap them around her fingers, get what she wants out of them and give them just about how much is needed to keep the relation going. She has built a strong fortification around her heart, making sure none penetrates it. She thinks, she’s been there, done that too often and now is the time to settle down. Sure as hell, she knows it that this is not it. There are definitely a few more accidents waiting to happen as she is so prone to them. It is just that she doesn’t want to admit it. She is tempted time and time over again to exchange ‘change for a cold comfort.‘

She is in a place neither she understands nor does she like. Like all of us she too has a defense mechanism and that has taught her to be well within herself. She will happily contemplate equations of ‘if, had it been, perhaps and but…’ but she wouldn’t be keen on running with her instincts for her dream.

Hardly does she know, she was meant to take life as it comes. Not to plan nor be all secured, not be stuck in the aftermath of monthly paycheck. The job she does hardly asks anything out of her, friends she hangs out with are not beyond small talks, via media to kill time and be minimally social, man she is dating now; well they are just going through their lives following a procedure called ‘dating.’

Veronica needs to break free and breathe.

Anyways, who am I to ask her to let go of her love to find romance.

But, Veronica is dying.

Neo