every single moment with her was like
u know
the way i wanted to feel all my life

knowing that i cud make her laugh
even for 1 second made me feel proud abt myself in a way i never had

before this moment, i believed i was the strongest person i had ever known
before this moment, i believed nothing could break me

i believed that with her our life wud always be a sunny day

i belived that i cudnt love anyone so much

not anymore

i still see you... but i am getting stronger each passing day. there will come a time when i dont need your memory anymore...

this is my borrowed time

The Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a Word of it.

Here with a little bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, A Book of Verse--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That endeavor and dispute;
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.

Oh, Thou, who Men of baser Earth didst make,
And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:
For all the Sin the Face of Wretched Man
Is black with-Man's forgiveness give--and take!

And much as Wine has played the Infidel,
And robbed me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
I often wonder what the Vintner's buy
One half so precious as the wares they sell.

-The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Once there was a painter par excellence, a genius. He created a painting so beautiful that he did not put it up for auction. The painting always remained in his room, in front of his eyes. All his future works had their roots in that painting.

Soon, the painter's worst fear became that of being separated from his master-piece. He lived a life in another realm full of paranoia, a reality revolving around the main objective of retaining the Precious at all costs.....

His mind has created the perfect hell for him.... which existed only in his eyes....

It took him 2 years to realize what he had become.... a monstrosity... a being fueled only by physical needs, greed and selfishness... his blindness to things that mattered....

Yesterday he tore the painting. He sawed through his own limb...

Today, a new phase of my life begins..... one string less....