Notes from a Journal: “Kaanch ki Gurya” (Glass Doll)

A long time ago, though I don’t remember when, I said to someone:
“Kaanch ki gurya hoti tou ab tak toot chuki hoti.*”
I survived my childhood, I survived my teens. I survived the death of my relationship with B. I’m a survivor. I assumed that meant I was made of steel.
But some of us dolls are really just tempered glass.

–27/12/2012–

 

*”If I were a glass doll, I’d be broken by now.”