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Broken Things



I have always been attracted to broken things.  Not that I could ever mend them.  I am poor at that sort of jobs.  In fact, I’m bad at anything practical.  I can read books and at best teach them to impressionable young people.  Nothing more.  If there is a leaking tap at home, I have to depend on a plumber.  I won’t even be able to replace a punctured tyre of my car without somebody’s assistance.

But broken things enchant me. When I was 18 years old a classmate of mine quoted the catchphrase of Fevikwik in a speech: “Fixes everything except broken hearts.” I was stuck to that phrase for years.  [I think it was Fevikwik, I’m not sure.]

People came and went in my life breaking hearts. Not mine; I have no heart, they say.  They broke the hearts of each other.  I saw people sitting by the shore of a weeping river and gathering the fragments of their broken hearts.  I saw them piecing the fragments together. 

I broke somebody’s heart recently.  With just a statement.  It was a silly joke actually.  Hearts are extremely fragile, I learnt.  I learnt to guard my jokes.  A costly lesson.  I lost one of my best friends.

I wish I could heal hearts.  I wish I did not love broken things so much.



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  1. Kokila guptaFebruary 13, 2018 at 2:03 PM

    Sad. Specially because it can be fixed not, healed.

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    1. जितेन्द्र माथुरFebruary 13, 2018 at 2:12 PM

      I agree Kokila Ji that it can't be (completely) healed. Even then the hurting person (being a sensitive one) should try to heal it after realizing his / her aberration.

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    2. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 13, 2018 at 4:39 PM

      It can be fixed, not healed, yes. I fixed it, in fact. But certain scars always glare at you.

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  2. जितेन्द्र माथुरFebruary 13, 2018 at 2:04 PM

    Hearty thanks for sharing this post which I can definitely relate to. I personally consider breaking someone's heart is an unparalleled sin which if done deliberately without any sense of repentance, should never be forgiven. And if such person, after doing so inadvertently, realizes it later on, he / she should take the penitentiary action as soon as possible. I wish, I could heal all the heartburns and heartaches which were caused by my actions / omissions.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 13, 2018 at 4:40 PM

      Deliberate hurts are inflicted by absolutely heartless people. I hope I don't belong there. No, I don't. I am sensitive. I go out of my way to mend the hurts.

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