0 Experimenting with a Common but Unique feeling through the analysis of a simple event:

Hey, the title looks like some IEEE paper, doesn’t it? But don get frightened that I m going to blow you with some technical maniac stuff. It’s something with a simple architecture but holding very complicated properties. Broken heart… we have heard so many people talk about it. Well I thought… what exactly is this broken heart fuss all about? And I understand that more clearly now.
I saw a friend of mine and happened to spend time with her and through her I understood this is how a broken heart would be.
The term ‘Broken Heart’ is not specific only for love. That was the first observation that I made. Fine, this girl I know had a very close friend and this guy came into her life only a few months ago. What started as a g-mail, chat turned into phone conversations and occasional meetings. Things went real fine for this girl because, she was a broken heart in fact (this time I mean the love kinda broken heart) and as this guy came in, he made her feel better with his words. But he too wasn’t an easy-to-go with type. His best side was hooded by another darker side, anger. He used to get angry with her for silly reasons. Well, we all know that there are always fights in all relations, especially in friendship; this is no misunderstanding… but better understanding. How would one feel when the shade he has confined in starts burning him? That’s exactly how the girl felt.
He helped her in her career, but shouted at her at times. He helped her go to places she dint know, taking leave from his office, but let her lost in her solitude at times. He helped her sort out things, but confused her by hurting her through his word at times. Sometimes he was her 100% but sometimes the 0%. He was sometimes a huge wave which ebbed her to heights of joy, but sometimes the receding wave letting her writhe in the sand. But what ever he did, he still came to her. He knew that this girl was helpless. The girl knew that she could do nothing without him. They knew each other much better. She knew what he liked, what he hated and thus did things accordingly. There were no fights between them for some 1.5 months. But will any pendulum stay back without swinging…? It came down banging. A few small words that came out of her mouth took the wrong form when they got frightened by the huge air outside her mouth. When this reached him, it set off the TNT. Bang!!! There came another fight. But she dint understand what exactly she did. During all these days she had learnt how to go with him, accepting what he says, knowing that it was meant for her good. But here I need to tell you something. What the girl liked in him was the very anger that she hated in him. She loved to play with him and irritate him. But this time she gave an extra dose of each of them. But there was one thing she never understood. When he fought with her, she explicitly told him how much she liked him, how much she needed him and how much he meant to her. And it was neither a rehearsed play nor a well framed script. That was the coarse form of the feeling that she had within her for him. She added nothing to them, took away nothing. But these words failed to touch his heart, no, not even his ears in the first place, and may be it was just because it was nothing more that truth. She wondered how she can make him understand how she exactly felt. She was helpless. On one hand, she was afraid to respond to his anger, because if she did, it would make things worse. On the other hand, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut… that doesn’t mean that she shouted at him back, but she cried out how much she loved him, and how much she wanted him not to fight with her. She thought that those words would go like water putting off his fire, but she couldn’t understand how those words turned into alcohol kindling the fire even more vigorously. After a while, she gave up fighting, because the pain of being hurt, because the weapon of love was hurting too much than she could bear. She succumbed to the intensity of the condition. A lump formed in her throat and blocked her breath. Heat spread through her torso, vaporizing her sleep. A coat of ice deposited on the body from outside, freezing her smile. It tightened her body so hard that it squeezed out tears from her eyes. Seems to be the symptoms of some odd disease, doesn’t it?
REPORT: Well this is what is called as a heart break. The chronic kind is caused by the wounds given by a close friend. There is no cure for heart break as of now, but little dose of love from him can patch the pieces up. But how long will that take? Pieces should be beating till he comes back. She is holding them waiting for that one day.
Hey pals, understood what I said? If you understood all this without having to question your brain, you certainly should have known what a heart break means. Well, if you still dint understand what all these and how this petty thing can cause pain… fine I tell u just one single line, “Congrats Buddy!!! Your heart is to too hard to be broken…”