Liars ...

What does one do with liars?

When you have lived all your life telling yourself that it is best to be open, frank and honest; when you have pledged to stay truthful and loyal and not hurt anyone or trespass on their rights, whether they are there or hundreds of miles away; when you abhore yourself for letting your mind wander (even a little) and your imagination run (even not so far away) .... only to reign them in and remember your responsibility towards yourself and your dear and near ones - and how mortally wrong it would be to even consider straying from your path; when you do all this and more only to be slapped over and over again by liars, who wait for you to turn your back to show their real faces - faces which are all smiles when you are around, beaming with love, fidelity and loyalty; faces which change colours when you are not around; faces you don't know anymore - or rather, faces you don't want to know any longer.

Nothing hurts me more than lying - and liars. Nothing breaks my heart more than disloyalty and breaking the code of trust. Nothing kills me more than seeing myself played over and over again -- and for no reason really - except that I have a high code of ethics. Shouldn't we treat people who have continued to hurt us the way they treat us? Should I continue to turn the other cheek when I know so well that both cheeks are bruised, black and blue, and aching ...

How many times does someone have to lie to you before you wake up from your rosy dream and smell the stench you have fooled yourself into thinking that it would go away - just like the winds push away the treacherous clouds on a rainy day and the sun rays burst out in full fury just before sunset? Does it really get darkest before dawn? How many dark dawns do you have to go through to realise that it is a vicious circle and there is no remedy for circles other than smashing them after getting out from hamster cage, you have willingly made a home for yourself in?

Evey time you lie to someone who is yearning to believe in you, you take away light years from their existance, knawing at their very flesh, exposing them to a savage, lonely and horrible end. Or may be not. You may have to be overly cruel to be kind and perhaps your endless lies and treachery are a concealed message which in my extreme naviety and shallowness, I haven't been able to decode yet.

Give me time to mull over this dear one ... There even comes a day for the gushing river of patience to run dry. Climate change is a reality.