See, the thing about being a fresh candidate for heartbreak, is you feel you have finally come out of your baggy clothes. Your skin starts to make sense, you embrace yourself better, even if you don’t hug yourself. I have been a regular customer of heartbreaks, I paid it with my soul and hardly remembered to earn it back. So, by then, very little of it was left, which reminds me of how I started earning it. I joined a job, where? A tea tasting company. Paid me really well, and by well, I mean I could take my three best friends to films twice a month and also treat them with snacks. In PVR. Top game, right? That’s what heartbreaks do to you. My boss was a man in his middle age, who absolutely adored me because I could drink at least ten cups of tea in four hours. So, he used to take me to every client meeting and I used to have my share of free, authentic, luxurious tea. Umm, with a paycheck! Money does wonder to people, it makes you buy six pairs of shoes in a month and that’s a lot for a person like me. C’mon, I was 20 back then. I didn’t even graduate. You guys must be thinking how did I secure that job then. Well, I was sad…. but I had a lot of contacts. I could speak well, my numbness taught me what and how much to communicate, which again, is another thing sadness contributes to your growth, not glorifying it though. I started doing event management and set my mind to casual dating. This time, no commitments, no promises, no fucking strings attached. I started meeting guys. One of them was an absolute fool for me. Honestly speaking, I kinda thought I would give it a shot at one point but then, this isn’t his story and this is the most I will write about him, which also speaks volumes of how much everything related to it meant to me. This is not my story either. This is someone’s who is coming up next. Amongst a crowd, standing to show me their face, he was the one sitting on the couch, not knowing that I exist. I’m not the kind of woman who finds avoidance attractive. Acknowledgment is a very important factor in my life. But you have little control over fate, don’t you? Although I was always betrayed, I never took my belief off love or fate. I always had the faith that there is someone out there, thinking exactly what I am, doing everything to stay away from another breakdown, and building a shell hard for anyone to break in, yet keeping a tiny door merely locked with a feeble lock. I believed destiny will bring me that key and when it does, I’ll wear it around my neck like a necklace. Fate had the same plan as me, and this made me nevideographeraater in the last moment of my first event ever!