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They were sitting motionless on the extreme edges of the sofa, unable to digest what just happened. Speechless. He was staring into the infinity and her tender eyes were filled with volumes of tears more than they could carry.  Why? How?  Was it necessary? Wasn't there a way out? Where did it really go wrong?  Was it so sudden? Was it unexpected? They thought together. *** She was reading his favorite novel at the place where they first met. He bought his Irish Coffee (non-alcoholic), she had always loved that hazel nut flavor. Just when he was about to go around his seat, he noticed the book and the face buried deep inside it. A glance of the same innocent look that he has always held dear. Yes, they still visit their place. Should I go to sit with her and have a little talk? Is it still okay to ask about her well-being? Will it be alright to pull the strained nerves, yet again? It won't be that easy to let go, once again. I cannot see her ruining

एक क्षण हवा हवासा, मनातील सुप्त भावना अलगद उलगडणारा, जराशीही ठेच लागताच मायेनी हात पकडणारा, अशक्य असं वाटणाऱ्या संवेदनांना एका क्षणात आपलंसं करणारा, फक्त शब्दच नव्हे तर अबोलाही समजणारा, आणि हास्यालाच नव्हे तर आसवांनाही न डगमगणारा. एन उमेदीच्या काळात पाय जमीनीत घट्ट रोवून धरणारा, एकट्यात कधीही साथ न सोडणारा. फक्त माझ्यासाठीच असा असलेला तो सहवास. अचानक आनंद देऊन जाणारा असा एक सुखद आभास.

"We cannot change our past. We cannot change the fact that people act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude."   - Charles R. Swindoll Be it seasons, situations, thoughts, people, relations, places, almost every other thing changes, the only constant being you. So many times we fear the changes. But why? Change is inevitable and almost everything comes with an expiry date. We fear to accept this fact and forget to move on. We cling on to the people. We cling on to the memories. Even if people have hurt us, even if the memories were not worth remembering, we hold them to our heart, silently praying that it was all false. In this process we get so dependent on the memories that we fear to be alone. We fear to be independent again. Unknowingly we fear the unknown. And within moments we get apprehensive and scared of the next phase. Isn't it something we all shoul

It is always so good to meet people who have the same interests as you have. It feels so awesome to finally talk about the common topics. It is so easy to be friends with them, you feel as if you are knowing each other since ages, even if you talk less. It is one of those instant connect moments when your wavelengths match and then what, it is a complete fun-ride! It is like, you don't have to spend half of the time explaining all the details, the why's and how's. Just a mere mention, word, expression, any weird clue, is enough, more than enough, to complete the story. It is the assurance of the fact that your friend will understand. It is that happiness of security one has when you express yourself, you know you will not be taken otherwise. It is one of those liberating experiences mixed with introspection, change in perspective and exhilaration! If you have such friend(s) - treasure him/her(them), you need them!