Sunday, December 20, 2009

Love's Labour's Lost

Sometimes in life you do all the right things, everything imaginable to make things work. A question mark on the basic premise on which you base your life makes you desperate. You hope..
You want to continue the chain of love and longing.
It’s not that you don’t continue the chain... it’s not that you necessarily move on, and not that you successfully convince yourself about the futility of the exercise....
It’s just that the void refuses to get filled…
People don’t necessarily forget, it’s just that they can’t afford to show that they remember. Not to the person concerned. Not to the world. Not in the least to themselves.
Tragic.

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