To myself...

I could thankfully greet him with a smiling face today. Fight and successfully pretend to be the same person till now.

Only if I could have refrained those tears a little longer..till our meeting came to an end.

But thank goodness today; he could see only parts of myself...

For he saw those tears and missed the struggle behind to keep them from coming.

Watched me smile but failed to fathom the pain suffered to do so.

Gave consolations but didn't realise that they won't work.

And saw that red scar on the left hand fist, while the clawing of the right hand nails onto the victimised fist, to fight back a few tears, went unnoticed.

For he could say.."You are my strength. Not the one to cry and break down. You have to stay strong as always. Its you from where I draw encouragement".

And couldn’t hear me saying.."I have been your strength since the couple of years you have known me. Till then I had been brought up like the girl I am from within. Delicate, sensitive, vulnerable."