Truly, for some men nothing is written unless THEY write it.
- Lawrence of Arabia
I need to tell this tale , of a soul who lived with us. She's left us a long time back and her memories only come up on her anniversary or moments we feel like remembering her according to our very own emotional convenience.
We all who she left remember her , few us curse her for leaving us so early in pain and anguish , they long for her presence , blame her and maybe continue to love her.
But saying that ,
As Robert Frost said that if he can sum up his life in three words he would say "IT GOES ON !!".
Well Mr Frost you just captured the essence of remembering a lost long gone soul. We mourn , cry , remember then we subtly carry on with our lives. People say that's the way it should be.
But I deep down in my heart always doubt it. If the bond was beyond the rules society has defined for us , brothers / sisters / father / mother / husband / wife / friend / lover / well wishers / acquittance's.
Can something not exist in harmony beyond these tight compartments of the society.
Selfless , Pristine , Giving Joy & giving more as if yours depended on it , the glint in your eyes on a quick glimpse.
Does these matter or is it being too romantic or maybe poetic. I have never been either but its been long & that's all I can think & feel.
So why not accept it :)
I live with her , you may ask where ?
Well I say ,
In my deep sub-conscious & true thoughts.
I am her , she is Me.
Does talking about something so special becomes a journey to embark upon. Yes it does , Indeed it does.
Abhishek Ballabh.
Dedicated For Your Eyes Only :)
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