“Happy Birthday Viola! Many many happy returns of the day! Live long!”, this clichéd message of her kinda favourite person had marked the beginning of her 21st year. She was over the moon. She was Viola. The simplest of things could catapult her above the overrated cloud number nine. And yet there were other situations (people, actually) which formed declivities, so easily.
Months later, Viola was 20 years old with a wonderful family, a balanced bunch of friends and a fixable mid-life crisis. Not rare, eh? And from nowhere she recognized that one thing her life lacked. A companion. No, not a boyfriend. Companion. The one person who’s always there. The “Let’s watch a movie and get some pizza” person. That “Let’s go home together” person. That “Let’s talk about life” person. That “Let’s study together” person. That “Let’s just sit together in this comfortable silence” person. That one favourite person for all of this.
Viola never felt unlucky. Lonely, yes. But never unlucky. She knew she was loved by many. She had different companions for different things. There was none for”go home together” or “study together” or “comfortable silence” though. And talking about life was quite tricky. There was no favourite person, in person. It was a bit unsettling, to be precise, to see everybody with his or her companion.
It all hit her suddenly when she figured out that her wishful favourite person had his own favourite person. And that they were each other’s favourites.
A lot is scribbled about unrequited love. Ever heard of unrequited companionship? How it can definitely add unwanted drama to your mid-life crisis? It’s simple. When you don’t see it in someone, you don’t want it and so you don’t feel the lack of it. But when you do, and they don’t, only you can save yourself!
It was a heartbreak of a different kind, Viola contemplated. It wasn’t really a heartbreak, maybe “heart-fell-down-but-just-broke-at-the-edges”? Heart says “I’m good.”
Viola wasn’t as sad as she expected of herself. So she just sat there with her “good” heart and all the scattered thoughts. And then she got up and danced to the happy tunes. Her companion’s happy tunes.
Viola is Viola’s companion after all.
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