Story title: "Broken glass tune"



Part 1: Rain and Farewell


That evening was also not common. The clouds in the sky had covered a deep sorrow. The drops of heavy rain were falling on the glass of the window, and Aarav was sitting between them, a broken soul, and a red -hearted frame was scattered on the floor nearby - shatter.


The lines of tears flowing on his face were telling that he had lost a part of life, not just heart. He was just sitting there, in the corner of the room where Anvi used to sit. His smile, his words, now only became echoed in the cracks of the walls.


Part 2: First meeting


Aarav and Anvi met in the college library. For a book, both extended their hands together - "Love in the time of Cholera". That moment was the scene of a film, with slow music. Gradually, things started with books and then things reached the heart.


They were both opposite - Anvi Zindadil, full of colors, and Aarav a cool painter, who poured emotions in colors. But perhaps this protest used to make a beautiful harmony.


Part 3: Changing season


The season of love is very beautiful, but clouds also come in it. As the realities of life started coming out, their paths started getting entangled. Anvi wanted a stable, fast pace life. Aarav just wanted to be lost in his pictures. He knew not to words, but with colors.


One day, Anvi said, "You cannot understand my life, Aarav ... I cannot live with anyone who is lost within yourself."


That moment was the same for Arav, as if someone had run a sharp knife on the most beautiful canvas of a painter.


Part 4: Broken things


Today was the same day when Anvi last closed the door. On the go, he also dropped the frame of that heart on the ground which Aarav made for him with his hands.


Aarav got up and tried to collect pieces of that frame, but as every piece was his own heart - stinging, bruising.


Part 5: Rebirth from the ashes of art


The days passed. That is the sadness in the room, the same broken pieces, the same silence. But one day, a baby girl came - Neera of the neighborhood. He saw that heart frame and said, "Brother, why don't you add it?"


The words were simple, but the effect is deep. The same day Aarav picked up the brush for the first time. But this time he was not just filling color, he was filling his tears, his pain and his hope.


In a few months, the exhibition of Aarav started - "Art of broken heart". Every picture had pain, but with a beauty. People cried, smiled and recognized themselves.


Part 6: A new dawn


On the last day of the exhibition, when the crowd had been trimmed, a well-known voice called-"Aarav ...". She was Anvi. His eyes were wet.


"Every color of yours forced me to peep inside me. Perhaps I could not understand you, but now I have started understanding your heart by looking at your art ..."


Aarav smiled - a light, true smile.


"Now I'm fine, Anvi. And now I am not afraid to break again."



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End.