I am sad that it’s over. But that sadness is of trifling magnitude compared to the joy it gave me. I am happy to be a part of it while it lasted. And maybe someday, from some corner of the world, another enthralling epic will start its odyssey. And I will fall in love. Again.
Death exists. Death exists in the gusty wind, in the bewitching sunset, in the dainty flowers, in the nondescript office desk, in the flickering streetlamps, in every flake of life. Death exists in our everyday life, and we slowly walk towards Him.
At sunset, I used to walk up to the hill. At sunset, I used to sing a lullaby. At sunset, I used to walk the pebbled roads. At sunset, I used to stop by a garden. At sunset, I used to see her, every day.
Time. Is time a healer, or a mere cloak? A cloak - which shrouds the pain with a sense of serenity, only to be blown away by the winds of an abrupt storm?
What are heroes and villains, if not but the opposite sides of the same canvas – one shining brightly with a picture, while the other - a mere wooden piece collecting specks of dust in the shadows?
It is okay to fall. It is okay to be on your knees. It is okay to get your heart broken. Why? Because you have only one life. And to experience the magic of love in that one life – that’s worth it. That’s worth everything.
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On one lazy Friday afternoon, I look up from my desk. People were already calling it a day, and bidding their goodbyes, and wishing a happy weekend. The clock tells me it is a little over 4 in the afternoon.