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THE SWING OF LIFE :)

There were things I wish I could replay a million times in my head…   and amidst them lays a beautiful memory of an awfully serene bond stuck in the pages of yesterday. Alike the familiar theme in all the ‘offbeat cheesy bollywood films’ ,  it unfolded a hundred levels of drama followed by the antagonist shrugging her shoulder and tossing her head with a disdain smile and words of fury on her lips.. “We had a fine run” being the final words of concern for the devastated young lady portraying the parallel lead in the mere tale of life… And so the whole story meets a tragic end.
And is to remain in those rusted turns of life for things never happen the same way twice as is the hearsay...

I don’t even know where to begin or maybe bad stories are better kept untold but the fakeness in every creation of god urges me to pray for the sky to get crumbled over the head in haste. Although there are some things that I can never get back and people who will never be sorry, the vitality of a bond, that it is for eternity if meant to be was the greatest lesson life taught me in this short span...  And in today’s world it is not surprising to experience the different colors of life that changes with time and more importantly with the needs of people. But no one knows… time is so swift, even the slightest goodness can sway you to heights of hope and optimism...

Forget the tragedy... the heartbreak … a smile with a tinge of philosophy to craft something better …I now look forward to kiss the intensity of this changing life…  

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