At the age of 5, I thought that I’ll grow stronger in muscular terms, as I grow old.
At the age of 15, I thought that the sky is blue & all my friends are true.
At the age of 20, I thought that I’ll never lose people with whom I’ve made greatest memories.
But, finally when I was 25- I realised that-
“People grow stronger & end up getting weaker,
Not every friend has the vast heart like the sky,
Not every loved one that crosses our path travels with us till the end.”
& after 25, I never cried for not getting what I hoped for or for what I lost,
For I gave up counting on people & started counting on the memories that I gained.