I remember it so well. I was on one of the worst phases of life when I met this little crazy girl from nowhere. We started talking and talking and I guess it never ended. We shared everything..from Our stories to the Expierences or the stuff that happened in that day. The most astonishing thing was he never had chats on any social media but we had our crazy chats right here on Mirakee. She commented on one of my post saying that Vatsa we will talk here And today, we have more than 1500+ comments on those post. It's not a comment box anymore..it's our Chat box
Whenever I would feel low..she would start commenting on the post like Vatsa..What happened..Tell me...I will help you..And the list is too long She is the best best friend I have found here. She has supported and believed in me and also in my words. Thank you Sneha. Thank you for everything. You show to me that when it comes to Friendship.. distance doesn't matter at all.
Many many happy returns of the day. Have a great year ahead. Wish you all the happiness in the world. Happy Birthday. I wish I could come here and hug you but a big hug from here. Dying to meet you. Happy Birthday Once again. Love you. Take care.
At times, explanations don't happen. With a swish rustling of leaves and an onset of forever rains, people walk away.
Without the last words. Without showing the courtesy to leave behind an umbrella for shelter. They leave.
At times, we don't get to comb through the pages of their pocket diary and understand why our name is lost somewhere in the middle pages among a jillion other names. At times, second chances don't cross our paths. Dark themed wallpapers dipped in unresting thoughts curtain the walls of our brain and after an era of searching, there are no answers.
At times, reasons in their handwriting don't sit by the bedside lamp like a novella to be read with a cup of warm tea. At times, things don't go the way as foreseen. And people walk away. They leave behind long afternoons spent alone in the shade. They leave behind an aroma which spreads like a plague through the best parts of our hearts. They leave behind no goodbye notes. And when that happens, all we have in our hands are shards of their everyday perfume. They leave behind fragments of those handmade sandcastles. They leave with a chunk of us chained to their feet. And they never look back to return our missing jigsaw piece. They leave us, feeling imperfect and incomplete. We stare into the distance seeing them take another step away from us until they fade into the infinite space.
At times, we can't pull someone's collar and lock them inside our souls. Those hands don't fit in ours and at times, we learn this the hard way. Our eyes are shedding and we have one word on our tongues. Why me.
There are always some people we don't get to keep. Its as if they came around in the first place to be a blessing we'd never have, no matter how obediently we pray. There are always some people we crave after they walk away.
We can wait all we want but some calls are never to come. While some others, always remain unanswered. Why. Coz at times, explanations don't happen.