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When you see somebody taking care

It’s decent when you see somebody taking care to individual he cherishes. Kinda take you done the memory lane. There were at one time a person who used to take hell care of you. Some time ago they would have done anything to ensure that nothing disturbed you. There used to be a period when somebody used to be with you regardless. There used to be a period when, for them, you implied the entire world and you couldn’t have envisioned existence without them.
That is the thing about existence. You need to constantly evolve. Desert past and look in future’s eyes “I’m going to overcome you”. In any case, in this world where strongest survive, there are few that take minutes to welcome the feeble, touchy individual they are. In this busy life, they feel great to acknowledge what they really are.
Will they ever return? Can the appealing obscure connection between them do magic once more? I guess it remains a puzzle. It’s not like one individual is absolutely against the other yet where one individual made his companion a divine being the other individual still ponders her companion as just another person they know. “He’ll likely get over it”. That’s what they might probably think. I wish it was this straightforward. So his companion asked “Did she left you or did you left that person”. It not who left. LOVE LEFT THEM.
In each aftermath of any sort of connection, you can never point the finger at one individual. You cannot censure one individual for a failed state, a defeated armed force or for a boat destruction. Everybody assumes a part in it. Some individuals put it behind them and move and they flourish. While regardless others cling to recollections since they comprehend what they had was uncommon. It was special. Something they may most likely never get again. They hold up and hold up and hold up. They’ll wish for that individual destroy their life once more. Will she return and demolish his wonderland once more? Will she blow his tiny brain once more? Will she? She won’t and he will never attempt to get in touch with her. Despite everything he’ll ensure that the other individual is making the most of their life. He’ll wish she gets everything from another person which he neglected to give her.
I don’t know what do we call it? Love? Fellowship? Be that as it may, I can clearly say this fallen individual who dependably clutch on memories will never at any point quit looking after that other individual. She will still haunt him in his sleep. She’ll still destroy him. Every time she cross his mind, he will laugh at the wonderful he spent with her and then smile. Concealing his tears. Tears of fondness and adoration for that individual whom he doesn’t have. He’ll acknowledge this life. He will most likely be glad.
The best thing about memories is that they never clear out. And after that most exceedingly awful thing about memories is that you always remember them.
Huye barbaad magar phir bhi sudhar na paye ham
Phir wohi shayari
Phir wohi tanhai
Phir wohi ishq
Phir wohi tum

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