Life.
Sometimes course of our life puts us in situations where we have to hurt the person who cares deeply about us. Cares a lot more than we might deserve.
Sometimes course of our life puts us in situations where we have to hurt the person who cares deeply about us. Cares a lot more than we might deserve.
We call them names, push them out, try very hard to block every single channel of communication.
Do we mean to do it ? No, We don't.
Every moment as it happens we realize that its too crazy how we can go days, months or even years without talking to someone but still their thoughts cross our mind every single day, every single moment...
Then one day we gather all of our courage and try to communicate with that person. We had promised that we will.
We talk with that person only to realize that the person has moved on... Too long to come back.
We pretend as if nothing has happened and the person also behaves as if everything is normal,
But deep down we secretly desire for that one moment when we are going to talk about those sad events from the past, apologize with every single fabric of our being, and hug that someone so tight that every scar that was scarred on that caring little heart will melt away, at once; all that bitterness will dissolve, for ever.
But, Alas ! It never happens.
We realize that the thing we all go through is life and not another sweet story with a happy ending where in the prince and his princess reunite and live happily ever after.
We then understand that the life has its very own rhythm. Sometimes we can not dance to it and it is not our fault.
Our shoulders are already too heavy as they are with all the burden we carry.
What is then the purpose of all this? Why do those two persons ever meet who are eventually going to end up letting each other go ?
Why does that kind heart care so much about us when in the end all it is going to be left with is a scar that pains every time our thought crosses their mind ? What is the purpose ? What is the point ?
May be there is no answer to these questions. If it was, it would be only a plain fact that- it is life. This is how it is.