"Trust" -  a blindfold and firm belief to personage that takes pretty much prologue years to build up its mansion as a whole. But when this manor of faith shatters into splinters due to the unfastened tethering against the backdrop of complexity, anticipations, and scantiness in words, then it becomes a nightmare to rebuild.  Hypothetically you triumph to recover your damaged faith, but will it be hitherto identical? It will again take you an era. Now let me have a short space of your time to show you a true reflection of the detrimental and fragmented reliance. After fractionally decoupling the ties, someday in nightfall, I was reinvigorating myself with every sip of tea and being preoccupied with arbitrary but obsessed ideas and considerations. My cell phone display flashed with an incoming confessionary text of him out of blue mentioning, "I had some drinks, sorry for not able to keep my promise." Eh, How could you?? I retorted him by backsliding the fear of sacking of my womanly dignity and eminence. At this moment, in lieu of being contentious, I wanted to have an unruffled, pretty meticulous, and mensurating discussion in an articulative manner. We had a very nominal conversation with an aloof response from each other. Anyway, I could able to make him persuade by my comfort words, "You can call me anytime if life is being too harassed for you," although I didn't find my further role in his life. From way back of three years, my wandering gaze was reflected by his pleasant affable, gentle voice first ever. Owing to a bright, tender smile in supernumerary teeth and widened brown shaded eyes just like dark solid chocolate, he questioned, ''Hi, where are you from". Being a newbie, I wasn't so concerned about him, so I responded conservatively. But this insignificant chaffer of ours labeled my cognitivism into an operative level. Someday in broad daylight, my unusual self asked him, " would you like to have a tea," and he shrugged. Surprisingly, he asked my number as I needed him to cooperate with some of my tangled and unsolved works. Our expedition towards a new relationship had already started, and everything was going so well since. We were mature enough, transparent, apprehensible, and the most noteworthy entity was: we knew our limits. We became so momentous to each other, seeing we shared a cordial aesthetic relationship. We were happy, glad, and fitted into pretty cool comradeship for each other.

But, like a sudden breakdown in human contrivance, the cohesivity of our primitive halted. He already showed me the red flags of dismissal which mean 'please put an end'. They say relationship needs to be temporary without having permanent feelings. But, what if somebody wants it desperately to retain it by sacrificing her/his own endeavor with her/his stable stipulated mind. I was completely in a blindspot and murmuring to myself "what was my mistakes".  The minimal distance between us had been congregated as he was hired by some institution. I wanted him to stay by my side but he had to walk away but I got the pinky assurance, "we will be in touch".  But his mind and time were appointed by his work and we could able to grab only some formalistic time to exchange our words. Being continued, I asked him once in an irked mode,'' are you trying to avoid me" and woha!! his answer quavered me by halves. "Will you marry me", a proposal which incites the mind of every girl to blow up in felicity but it left me in disappointment. Saying 'stay by my side' doesn't mean that to stay close to each other under the same roof rather than to stay close by heart. Was I avoided and deluded all the time for this, because we won't able to share the same bed?  This condition was so unrealistic and unworkable for me. The suggestion of mine to wipe out those lingering feelings in order to cocoon our friendship would have made him think about our shaky future. So we ended our residual relationship lethargically on the ground of being not able to be together. But still, I tried in my best possible way to refrain at least our friendship in a vault but it was ethereal. It had to disappear like bubbles in any way.

My lightened hope and belief in him were fragmented in a single minute. I could have arranged those broken particles in a flagon but the gale of malversation blustered them into far much away. The wandering memories of him were started to dwindle and now they are in peace somewhere in a corner of the lagoon. They don't want to buoy anymore only to circumvent the face of socialism.