The Squeaky Fan in My Room

One lazy night after a long tough day at work, I woke up hearing a screeching sound from my room. Well, it definitely wasn’t my roommate snoring, coz I had that checked before. But the sound penetrated my ears and seemed to hit my head like a sledgehammer. I turned on the lights and saw that it was my fan which was making this hell-of –a-racket. I tried and tried to stop it, but in vain. The fan kept screeching and screeching, till it finally stopped. Then started the heat. It was getting hotter by the second. But at some point of time when the heat was getting past unbearable, the fan miraculously started working again, but the screeching didn’t stop. This continued for days. Now we have finally given up, because all the screeching had started giving us a headache. We sleep in the living room now. However, this one time when someone turned the fan on and the screeching started, I thought of how this is weirdly similar to how the broken-heart works.

The heart is a very delicate part of the body. It is very easy to make a heart love you, and even easier to hurt, but the problem is that it knows not to beat for itself. The heart survives on beating for someone else. And that is exactly why it’s very difficult to mend once it is broken. At first it works fine, it learns to love and then grows in love. It dreams like every other heart, builds the tallest castles and wishes the sweetest wishes. And then, when it is wounded, it bleeds. And then starts the screaming. It screams, as all of those castles’ walls are broken and they fall. And then, as the blood is drained from its core, the screaming stops. It watches silently, as those dreams crash and burn to ashes, teardrops falling on the dry ground where it stands. And there it lies; drained of all its life, silent, in the corner of the darkest part of your soul, waiting for the warmth it once felt. It starts to get hard to breathe, hard to beat again for someone else. Whenever the slightest sign of warmth comes close, it starts screaming again, with all the pain rushing in with every beat. It takes a long while for it to learn to beat again.

The squeaky little fan in my room taught me a lot many things. It taught me that no matter how hard it gets, you got to keep on going, even if your heart screams out loud making you deaf to all the pain outside. It taught me that you might lose all hope, and at the time you need it most, you’ll learn to love again. It taught me that at those times when the screaming is causing you unbearable pain, it might be a better idea to move to another room, some place where you learn to ignore that screaming, and the pain. No matter what, you got to keep living.