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I wonder if you've ever thought if it was the hypocrisy of the litmus paper or the brute strength of the worker; that we see different colours on the paper with acid and with base and we think gold to be malleable. I wonder if you ever pondered if people change or if it was your mistake or your delusion that you stand here stranded.

Every tide rises and falls but are our expectations meant to experience the same crests and troughs? Why did you think he meant it all? Why do you think she’ll come back? Why do we crash and burn to realize that we are but a small dot in the cosmic order of universe and our existence shall mean nothing and yet we nurture the desire of a thousand burning suns to be remembered?

Write me an elegy?

Every day we die a little; optimists would argue that before that death, we bloom into life. Every day. Call me what you want to but every day I realize that people are a killjoy, social media is an exaggeration, life is a never-ending Ekta Kapoor serial except it stretches longer than 10 years if you’re lucky (or unlucky maybe?), and no matter how much you do to create value for your life, yourself or just the days you live and as they go by you shall realize that all this grandeur is doomed to turn into just a speck of dust one day.

Can you watch the past go up in smoke now?

Do you think it’s time that you introspect, then. Your decisions, their consequences. Perhaps this is your life’s ode to the winds of change and this is the time you could cut reason some slack. She loved him. He didn't say it. So she had to walk away. It hurt. But was there another way?

“Maybe it was because I was never verbose or my ego came in the way.

Maybe it was ignorance or just sheer selfishness on your part but maybe it was time to stop chasing you since you loved the running away.”

Stoneheart!

Inspiration: Thomas Gray "Elegy Written In A Country Courtyard"