Aarya felt different. She had never felt this way before. She had to calm down and figure out what was really going on.
Aarya could relate to the bird that soar across the sky from her balcony, where she stood pondering. The bird and her were both free. Freedom, Ah!
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, she had been cleaning and sorting her one BHK. She had turned the radio on to give her solitude some company. The realization had hit her then.
"Man Mast Magan tera naam doharaye (Your name is on loop in my mind/heart)", her favourite song echoed in the room and for the first time in a really long time, there was no name that she could relate the song to.
She suddenly understood what that meant. She had moved on! Oh yes, she had!
In disbelief she plugged in her phone to the stereo and played her favorite romantic songs one after another. She kept waiting to feel a pang of pain, when she heard a particular song, but no, she felt nothing. She waited for her mind to relive some memories related to "their" song, again, nothing. She felt absolutely nothing, nothing but pure joy!
She danced, she hummed, she swirled and sang out loud, she cried and laughed, she was hysteric but she was free, free of feelings for someone other than her own self. She had let go of a part of herself that had held on unnecessarily, she had transformed, she had reached the epitome of freedom.
She no longer belonged to anybody but herself. She no longer had to try to belong to anyone either. She felt no stinging sensation when she thought of her deceiving ex boyfriend. She suddenly felt powerful. She felt strong. She was answerable to herself and only herself. She could be herself and have no regrets whatsoever. She was in love and for the first time in a long time, only with herself. She felt free.
Aarya's parents were frantically trying to arrange a marriage for their 28 year old daughter. Though she had provided consent she felt she was deceiving herself and the guy she would marry as she still had not moved on from her past relationship. Today, after two long years, she had moved on and how!
She dialed the number of the guy her mother had thought was a decent marriage prospect, she was ready, ready to love someone as much as she loved herself!