Ten years down the road, while finding your old favorite books, your hand will accidentally land on the piles of letters I had written to you, worn down by the time, hidden away from you and the world, continuing with their shallow breathing under the mountain of newly written pages. You’ll choose one letter randomly from the stack, while your body shuddering with realization that you cease to remember us and the memories of me etched into the letters. You will begin to read few lines, and you’ll fathom out the reasons of those scribbled words. As you will continue to read, you will realize that the events that had happened were stupid and that I was immature, but nonetheless, I did love you. The words that you’ll read won’t make any sense, but you will pick up the threads and your eyes will shed a tear of remembrance making the sight all blurry.
The love will travel slowly in your body and bones, and you will miss me more than you ever did.
Ten years down the same road, while rummaging through my closet, the well organized piles of clothes will fall down making a view for my eyes to see the jute pursue hidden beneath the multiple layers of clothes. My hands would reach the purse with frayed edges, however, still protecting my most precious belonging. The silence around will let me hear my heartbeats remembering you. Taking out that black and white photograph of yours, the one you gave me when the situation was in our favor. My heart will skip a beat and the eyes will roll down the tear settled at the corner, when they will look fixedly at the photograph of you. I’ll look vividly at the long neck, that big nose, those deep and dark eyes, some stubble and will wonder how you are. Kissing the photograph I’ll leave imprints of my lips and moisture of my tears that will continue to roll down, till someone will knock on the door of my room asking me to hurry up.
The same love will rush through my veins and skin, and I will miss you terribly than I ever did.
Eventually we both will realize that the road had bumps and that we had fallen. We tried to help each other, to hold hands, but we had fallen quite far, and your hand couldn’t hold mine and my hand couldn’t reach yours. The only way to bestir ourselves was to stand up all alone and to complete the rest of the journey without holding each other’s hand.
Our hearts keeping alive the love and our souls still coupled.
-Kritika Vashist
(PS. That piece of art is a painting by me, reflecting Radha and Krishna, the eternal lovers as per Hindu mythology.)
How very sad 😦 love is hard.
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Yes, it actually is.
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A mesmerizing post absorbing my every essence till the end. .
P.s: I wished it never ended 😢😢
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I had wish the same, Izza. Maybe I can continue it?
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yes yes please go ahead and maybe you can write another chapter on it ? 🙂
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I can always try 🙂
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yess please 🙂 :*
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I liked the concept of taking a set of circumstances and then writing from both perspectives. The end result is very good. 🙂
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Thank you, Colin 🙂
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So creative, so expressive. Love doesn’t always work out does it? But it never dies… Thank you for this. (I would love if you continued it.)
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Thank you so much, ma’am. I’ll try 🙂
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It is amazing how finding something from someone you loved can bring you back and cause that twinge you describe so well. Beautifully written. I also really like your drawing. Cheers = )
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Thanks so much, Chris 🙂
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The painting is exquisite, your memory strong, and there will be more as your life moves on! Nice, angel!
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❤
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Painting is awesome! I won’t comment about post though. 🙂
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Thank you!
It’s okay. 🙂
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We are at our strongest and our weakest when we realize we stand alone I guess…… but nothing like love lost to bring us to our knees….
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Very true!
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Ok you are awesome at painting as well. Great 😀
I really wish the ending was different but mostly it doesn’t work out the way we plan, does it? Sucks
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Sadly, it does not. However, knowing that it’s still alive in each heart is great, no?
Thank you, Karthik 🙂
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I would like to agree with you but the pain of not being together when you know it’s still alive in both the hearts supersede everything. What is the point of living, if its not with someone you love? I know it is not in our control most of the time but I just wish people didn’t give up that easily in the fight to be together. We will find someone else to live with, but it won’t be the same. It never can.
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Kal ho na ho?
D-day? Alvida song?
Listen to it.
The last para explained it all. You try hard but the situation isn’t in your hand sometimes. Those people are blessed who live together, but often in life, the love slips through the fingers when you try to hold it.
This does happen in reality, no? It necessarily doesn’t mean that one didn’t try hard. I had an argument with someone on the same topic. I believe that no two person can have the same definition of love. So I let it be. 🙂
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Hmmm I get it. I don’t disagree with your definition of love. Its just that you are being mature & positive about it while I am sulking like a 4 year old. It was my frustration which came out. I am a victim of someone not trying harder. So yeah.
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I’m all cool about it. Your experiences structure your definitions and opinions and so does mine and hence there’s a possibility that they won’t match.
“Umar bhar ka sath de jo, kyu wahi pyaar ho?
Kyu na mit ke jo fana ho, Woh bhe pyaar ho?”
Few lines from Alvida song which says more than what one could think.
You’ll be fine. I think I can understand how you feel, but hey, there’s more to come in your life. So smile. Also, it is raining here. ^_^
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That was sweet of you, Kritika 🙂
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Watch the movie “Raincoat”. It’s available on YouTube 🙂
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I have seen it long time back I guess, Ajay Devagan and Aishwarya. I get your point 🙂
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The lesson, my friend 🙂
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I guess am not ready for the lesson yet 😀 But yeah, whatever is meant to happen will happen 🙂
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Haha! I love that movie. I would suggest you to learn the lesson, however, wishing you all the luck. 🙂
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Yes ma’am 🙂
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Beautiful post! It’s nicely written. And the painting is also very nice 🙂
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Thanks so much, AB 🙂
(AB, that’s what I’m supposed to call?)
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You’re welcome.
Others call me that as well 🙂
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Ten years down the road. *sigh*. Applause for expressing so well. The whole scene moved in front of the eyes like seeing it happening for real. Everything similar, yet the differences that are created take somethings away from us. The truly beautiful painting of eternal love compliments your post perfectly. I have so much to say to admire this post that it will start sounding redundant 😀
That drop of tear after the realization of missing and being missed – that is something worth waiting for ten or maybe even more years. An adorable post in every way 🙂
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Rightly said!
Thank you, Prateek! 🙂
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Oh my goodness! This painting is so beautiful, Kritika. And the story goes so well along with it. I loved it, every love story doesn’t have a happy ending but you’ve ended this not-a-happy-end-love-story amazingly well. 🙂
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I’m glad you liked it. Thank you so much, Archita ❤
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Very nicely written…. But I cant help but think 10 years is quite long tym. Well I am still a strong believer if fatum…. maybe its not a road but a river….
Ryt not someone known or unknown is moving towards us
and will bump us on the next bend??
I m new at this so pardon me for if I have said anything….
Lastly exquisite eyes in the painting they r mesmerizing
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You are right, Saurabh. Knowing that someone will be there is sometimes a relief to self.
Thank you for your kind comment 🙂
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So beautifully written, could picture it all the way ❤
Hugs
B
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Love ❤
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I think in essence we wrote the same story. i did wrote long ago and then ripped it apart for it to land in the dustbin and get decomposed later. Everything has a end. the only difference in luxury is how it does. i ripped it apart to get decomposed or else it could have been saved among the piles of other paper to get decomposed later when this world end. Our action defines memories.
You wrote it well!! i liked it.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Love is a fragile thing, and sometimes the bloom on it doesn’t open. But when we branch out we are likely to see love bloom again, and inevitably to its fullest. :O)
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You couldn’t have said that more beautifully. You are wise. I’ll remember this line.
Thank you. 🙂
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:O)
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Thank you so much for the follow. Loving your blog already. 😀
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Thank you. I’m glad 🙂
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i dunno but when I started reading this till the para where I realize that love was long lost and the two people had moved on in their lives. But i was actually expecting it to be something like a 10 years old marriage which has come to a standstill where the two people have forgotten the way they fell in love with each other. These gifts and the way they feel about them is a reminder that they can surely try to get back, only if they both want to.
Just wanted to share this, may be a positive end! Wonderfully written, the feel was truly amazing 🙂
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Thank you so much, roopesh. I’ll try to write another with a positive end maybe 🙂
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Kritika the sketch & the poem are so very very beautiful 🙂 One of my close friend had gifted me a sketch of Radha Krishna & I will definitely find the image I have in laptop and share that with you 🙂 I am so happy that I visited your site today and am reading and feeling all your words & posts 🙂 Thank you for all this !!
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I find their paintings and them so mesmerizing that I can never stop drawing them in different ways. Yes, do share. I’ll love to see. Thank you, Darshith for taking out time and stopping by 🙂
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Yes sure I will share 😉 and yeah I was a bit occupied since some days & hence was late to your site but happy that I read & learnt many things 😉 yes Radha Krishna are an inspiration to many 🙂
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Aw! Really! ^_^
Yes, they surely are! 🙂
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W-O-W. Really lovely!
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Wow, so beautifully written! I could picture everything in my mind, you described it so well! And your painting is scintillating! 🙂
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I am glad to know that, Urvi. Thanks a ton! 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Beautiful words..here are a few from one heart to another…
http://wp.me/p6P5BX-1k
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Thank you. I’ll check yours 🙂
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