Weak. Vulnerable. Helpless.

There she was in that tiny public bathroom

Where every girl was fixing her make up,

She was trying, just trying to fix her life.

By crying? Well she was trying.

Not for the first time

But definitely the worst of all times.

She had always been a mess

But this time she was the messiest mess.

And you know what’s the-cherry-on-top part?

That this time she neither did have the energy

Nor the will required

To clean the mess up.


Only for the sake of the other person.

The other person.

Oh that other person.


– Gursimran Kaur