Today has been the last day of a journey that started three years back. After the journey ended the feeling of it getting ended didn't get in me, but now when I sit and think about it, it is like a long long look back down the memory lane. Not just the small journey of the last 3 years but also all the journeys I have travelled. Haven’t really ever thought of anything seriously in life, except my dreams. There is so much. Friends, family. But they have been always there as something that is suppose to. But what if suddenly they aren’t?

People come and people go away. At one point it is really hard to sit and think who were real and who were not. Nothing lasts forever but just like air is always surrounding us, we expect someone to last till the end of our life. We expect our parents to stay like we want, our friends, siblings, every relation that we come across. But time and again and again, it is the same story for all.

Few days back I was discussing with a friend of mine, a friend whom one year back only I knew to be just another guy whom you come across the net. But things changes. Good old friends turned enemies, and new friends came in.

A journey is about to end in my life. And a new one will start. And I hope like every time that this journey lasts long. All this small journeys make one long life but at the end of the day we should have something with us about which we can lie down and think and be happy about. with every journey coming to an end, our hunger for love and every thing increases rather than we accepting the truth that life and all its parts and parcels are suppose to be like this. Like everyone else, I also hope, apart from dreams, when I leave this world forever, I may have a friend from every journey of my life beside me. That’s it and nothing else. And I don't care whether at the end they turn foes, just their presence and the fact that I had them with me when I left will be enough to take with us for a bigger journey.

As said before, in LOVE, probably the most important thing is patience. But when love ends, real love, it leaves not only a burning forehead or a parching tongue or a heart high-sorrowful. Along with it, it takes away trust, faith, the power of reasoning, ability to believe. It leaves the mind confused, with full of questions which unknowingly or knowingly makes us succumb in pain. It doesn't matter how strong we may be but what remains is ashes, ashes of memories, it makes us react in anger, makes us question a lot of actions of our own. We don't think but react impulsively, we go to the extent of taking revenge by humiliating the person publicly. What happens in the end is, we become cold, stern, insensitive to each other and promise to not see the opposite's face ever again. We even start hating everything about him or her, every single thing related to it. We turn a deaf ear to them.




But somewhere later, when time slows down, like after the storm, when senses starts working, when we start thinking again, we start analyzing situations, we regret about not doing this or that, sometimes even with sternness and saying - "WHATEVER". We feel guilty inside and ultimately try to erase the moments. It's not about real or virtual love, it's about LOVE ACTUALLY. Whether it is really love. It pains and with time it vanishes, what remains is small small pieces of memory that we are unable to remove, may be somewhere we don't want to.




N.B. None of the above content is related to my own life or any personal experience. It's all that I've seen and learnt from others.