The Beauty And The Beast

A long time ago, there was this boy. And there was this girl. No! I'm not going to tell you a boy-meets-girl story. It’s slightly different. But they did meet.
The boy was a li'l too hotshot for the girl. She was the 'girl-next-door' types. They became friends. The girl started having feelings for him. She liked him. But the boy never noticed. He was too hung up with the girls in his "league".
She did a lot of stuff for him. When he would miss class, she would bring him the notes. When there was no seat in the auditorium, she would give up her own. When it would rain she would give up her umbrella by lying to the boy that she has another. When there were any classes cancelled, she would inform by giving a call.
Once when they had went on an excursion, the boy was reserving a seat besides him for a girl of his "league". When the girl (girl-next-door) saw that the boy was reserving a seat besides him, she mistook that it was for her and tries to sit. In a spontaneous reaction the boy shoves the girl aside saying that it’s not for her.
The girl was crestfallen. It looked like she would cry. She just walked away. She was never the same with him again. He had failed to "see" her.
The beauty had "killed" the beast.

A few years ago, there was this same boy again. And there was this other girl. As you would have guessed by the drift of the story, this time around the girl was li'l too hotshot for the boy.
They were pretty good friends. The boy liked her. But the girl didn't consider him to be in her "league". He did stuff for her. He helped her prepare her reports. When she would be in town for work, he would take her around. He would help her in procuring notes. He helped her in her studies. He even overlooked his close friends because they were not too "fanatical" about her. Most of all, he was not what he really was.
Once he was going to meet her after a long time. He dressed up well. Picked up flowers for her. On his way to meet her it started to rain. Undeterred, he rode in the rain just to see her for a few minutes from one end of the city to the other. He thought it would be all worth it. He saw her and ran towards her and closed her eyes from behind. She just did not react the way he wanted her to. She did not even ask how he was doing. Rather she went on asking for things that he could help her with. He was crushed. Even after all that years she just didn't "see" him the way he wanted her to.
Yet again, the beauty had "killed" the beast.

What went around had come around.

We all have been the "beauty" or the "beast" at one point or the other. It’s always tough for the beauty to accept the beast. But the point is beauty doesn't have to accept the beast. All it takes is a little appreciation, little gratitude and a little love to say that you care for all that has been done to you.
We live such complicated lives. Sometimes we fail to notice the small things. And sometimes we even fail to notice big things. Because not all wounds are superficial. Most wounds run deeper than we can imagine, you can’t see them with the naked eye and so sometimes they take us by surprise. But the trick with any kind of wound is to dig down and find the real source of the injury, and once you've found it, try like hell to heal it, try to keep the beast “alive”.