It wasn’t mine. It never was. But it still is precious to me. It still is special to me. The fate was defined, long before the journey. You had yours and I had mine to follow.
Victims of circumstances…. fortunate players with narrow luck and broad goodwill of others...
Differences absolved… boundaries smudged... judgements and prejudices fell through with time and the turn of events.
Invisible thread of emotion…. indescribable flow of affection…. generous concerns and instinctive cares…
Some things brought us together…. others led to our closeness…. unspoken, unuttered yet somehow emotions were heard and felt…
The moments we shared has a life of its own... distinct, independent and disconnected with the lives we live.
Unintended a memory was woven… to think not and sigh at ‘What if’ and ‘If only’… but to look back and smile at ‘What was’…
Just so you know I have been smiling ever since we parted ways and our memories met…
19th July, 2002
Mr. Iyer’s journal entry on the night he parted with Mrs. Iyer whom he had met on a journey that changed their lives forever.
Victims of circumstances…. fortunate players with narrow luck and broad goodwill of others...
Differences absolved… boundaries smudged... judgements and prejudices fell through with time and the turn of events.
Invisible thread of emotion…. indescribable flow of affection…. generous concerns and instinctive cares…
Some things brought us together…. others led to our closeness…. unspoken, unuttered yet somehow emotions were heard and felt…
The moments we shared has a life of its own... distinct, independent and disconnected with the lives we live.
Unintended a memory was woven… to think not and sigh at ‘What if’ and ‘If only’… but to look back and smile at ‘What was’…
Just so you know I have been smiling ever since we parted ways and our memories met…
19th July, 2002
Mr. Iyer’s journal entry on the night he parted with Mrs. Iyer whom he had met on a journey that changed their lives forever.
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