Mithya growing on me...

Mithya has been growing on me every day. On a saturday morning, I was wide awake at 5 in the morning and guess what, it is 8.29 and I still have been on the keys. Mithya stop - don't allure me into writing more and more on you. Wonder if it is worthwhile, spending so much time on you. But then, wonder if it is worthwhile expending so much more on others...well said. Here goes a para or two from today's creation:

Men, anyway, never liked Mithya that way. She experimented with a lot of them and most of them could not relate to a weak self with her personality. They liked her strong, with a poised approach. They liked to hide their weaknesses, pains, and helplessness in her. They knew she would take it all and still be the same, with a smile on her face. There were all kind of men in this world and she had seen most of them. The more she thought about this breed, the more her heart felt remorse and pain on not being able to judge them rightly and in time.

Leaving her whole world, in anticipation of a love, that was never hers – was basically her story of life, in one sentence. The more elaborative it gets, the more it fills her with pain.

Was it wrong to put an end to her love story? She had only cut the last thread which kept the both of them swinging in false hopes and fake dreams. Was it wrong on her part to break that cord? It was a dangerous liaison, right from the start – she knew it. But she was too blind in her belief for love that she chose to ignore those facts. Maturity comes with age and experience. She should have known that. No, she should have acknowledged that because she knew that anyways.