Bhoomi's diary

I saw them together today- the stars that were once ours, Rigel and Sirius.
Constellations apart yet together.
I once dreamt of the constellation Orion so I called you Rigel, it’s brightest star. It was the constellation easiest to trace and even in the bright city lights you could track it down. You once asked me to teach you to stargaze and trace constellations, so I assigned you the easiest one.
In the months of winter, when I used to go stargazing at my terrace, I searched for Sirius, it was my star afterall, easiest to trace, brightest from the earth. And always near Sirius, I found Rigel.
You didn’t like the name initially but you adapted for my sake.
And now that we’re not together, you’re still Rigel to me. Because that’s how things work, I had never given anyone an astronomy nickname, it was quite a serious commitment, permanent in nature so now you’ll always be Rigel. Just that, you’re not my Rigel. And I’m at peace with it, of sharing a past but not a future. And perhaps it’s the writer in me that finds a way to make bitter things beautiful.
And isn’t there something so poetic about broken hearts- Aren’t they a mosaic of everything you’ve loved, everything you’ve believed in, shattered.
And you glue them back, with hope, with love, with time.
Reminds me of the Japanese art of repairing broken things with gold epoxy- Kintsugi. I always found it so beautiful.
I know I’ll heal too, and I’ll have the golden glue shining through the cracks of my heart.