heartbreak – ubiquitous experience and yet, the one least spoken about. from a broken favourite toy, or a classmate having the superman pencil you can’t have, to a betrayal in a relationship the death of hope itself or the injustice we witness to self and others, heartbreak is simply the breaking of the heart. and perhaps it is an affirmation that there still is a heart, that can be broken
anatomy of a heartbreak
for starters, let’s say there’s no one size which fits all. heartbreak is made-to-order customized with laudable precision to be delivered when least expected. truth to tell, there’s a frenzy of wondering where the couturier’s summary of your vitalstatistics came from: the bare curves of vulnerability, the much-to-be-desired breadth of resistance the steely length of fortitude the far too fragile limbs of reason and rationale… each geography carefully mapped to fit as smoothly as second skin. inadequacy of the curt two-syllabled word heartbreak: as if it is one clean cut, a sanitary affair in a sterile OT instead of an endless succession of bloody explosions, spattering chunks of selves and senses into a silently waiting cosmos. truth to tell, there’s a fever of wondering how language is so insolent, presuming to paint the unclinched waistline of grief the feline shoulders of flightlessness the nodes of numbing paroxysms… with just one rising chorus of personal pronouns this heartbreak is yours alone, yours alone, yours alone.
By Prashanti Mikayla
Prashanti has described herself as a lover of words and the art of communication since she was in the 7th standard. She believes in the unmapped power words have to transform thought, intent, action, destiny and uses her passion, experience and education to contribute to the development sector. She blogs and employs social media extensively as the proverbial pebble, to create the ripple of change that breaks through the inertia and angst of the milieu we live in.