Sometimes, amidst all the lunacy going on in your mind, the sheer normality of life and people around can catch you off guard and leave you in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes, you are too confused to stay and too scared to leave. Sometimes, the choice is between temporary pain and permanent grief. Sometimes, the decision can be heart breaking and have a mind-numbing effect.
Given a choice, you want to avoid making that choice. You don’t want to ponder about your decision. You don’t want to predict and simulate the after-math of it all. Yet, you know, you must make that decision. You must make that choice. You must stand alone. You must hope that you are right. You must adopt the pain. You must smile. You must move on.
Every story does not have a happy ending. Nor does every story have a sad ending. Sometimes, the tales remain half-told, half-heard – you remember (or rather choose to remember) only the good bits – the jokes, the smiles, the intimacy – the sheer beauty of it all. Maybe, just maybe, it was too good to be true after all – was just blind all this while.
A chapter ends. A lesson learnt. A prayer said. A good luck whispered. A tear hidden. A smile worn.
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