Meet Miss X.
A loaded human being, with infinite reserves of talent.
A happy life she led, with no complaints whatsoever.
She had everything-
A Family, to bond and have dinner with.
A circle of pals, to crack jokes with.
A best friend, to share secrets with.
She had boybands to fawn over and TV series to obsess over.
In short…
She was interested
In life and it’s subtle, little joys.

Unlike now.
From the moment she emerged out of the cocoon
Of high school, her little township and the familiar neighbourhood.

She joined university. It was the first day of orientation.
A harsh reality slapped her right on the face.
She saw a vast ocean of adroitness, genius and good looks,
In which she was but a small drop!
She thought she couldn’t stand a chance, or be unique amongst the crowd-
A wave of insecurity hit her and threatened to drown her.

It was nothing short of a vibrantly coloured quicksand, which pulled her down
Into the folds of a deep sense of inferiority.
She had no choice
But to give in.

Depression settled in her heart like a moth on a dried leaf.
Miss X now went to college, just existed, and came back.
The cycle continued for days and ate into her from within.
She loathed her daily commute.
She loathed lectures.
She loathed talking to people, she loathed everything-
She cried her nights away without knowing why.
In short....
She was disinterested
In life and it’s subtle, little joys.

Until one fine morning.
Miss Y came into picture.
First step, just one of the many people X loathed talking to.
Second step, acquaintances.
Third step, they became great friends, inseparable.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep while sir’s teaching, X!”
She’d say, and threaten to write a random guy’s name on X’s hand.
“Go say hi to her! She’s not gonna have you for breakfast!”
She’d say, and push X to have small talk with a lab partner.
“Hey! Let’s just sing Summer of 69 for fun!”
She’d say, and remind her of her unrequited love for Bryan Adams.

Miss Y, like a bubbly lime soda on a summer afternoon,
Breathed life into X, without having the slightest inkling
That just her presence brightened her day,
It healed her wounds from within and made
Her lips curve upward into a smile.
Every single day.

X is all of us.

I know. Even if you don’t care to tell me
There was a moment of weakness in your life.
When you faltered, and gave into that vibrant quicksand.
And let that moth settle.

There was a Y.
A miss Y.
Who could be a sister, mother or wife in your tale.
She brought that fresh wisp of air you so desperately needed in your life.
She inspired you, to find joy in your life,
And let no power in the world deter you
From being happy.
She cared enough to make sure that she healed
Every scar on your heart-
Knowingly or unknowingly, does it matter?

Go tell your miss Y, that you love her and need her.
Beyond measure.
For you’re far from complete without her.