There are two problems of having a sensitive heart. First, you have a heart and then second, it is sensitive.
You see everything, observe everything. You want everything to make sense. You try to extract meaning from everything people say, every damn gesture they make and you are constantly busy in reading between the lines. Your world is binary. You are either committed or not. You are either in love or not. There is nothing fuzzy about you. The world does not love that. World operates in mysteries.

You are, sometimes, too much for this world; too emotional, too sentimental, too naive or even too romantic.
The world rejects you. You loose all your connections. You end up being messed up. You shut all the windows , all the doors and diminish all the roads those lead to you. You are hurt. You go for healing. You wait for the day when you will feel no pain.

"One day,
One day there will be no pain;
A step away-
And I will be alive again!"

Finally, one day, you become brave enough to take a decision. You reject the world; its charm and beauty, its toil and torment, moon and moonlight. You accept the fact that you are going to be alone for the rest of your life. You sell all your emotions; that stubborn heart of yours, all those nights when you cried-those relentless tears of yours; you sell them to buy rigidness, to buy a heart that does not care and love. Finally, one day, you reject people. But you do not forget them. You remember every drops of your tears. You remember every stab in your heart. You remember every one of them who have your blood on their hands. You remember the reasons of your tears. These events, these people- they shape you.

"Mere rone ki jisme kissa hain,
Umar ki behterin hissa hain!"


I wish you best of luck. I remind you of your promises. I hope you stay out of this jungle!