We exist in times where affection is left to wait at the last table of a coffee shop or packed up in some dark storage locker where only casual entanglements are in demand. Where people come and willingly serve themselves with the same cocktail of heartbreaks, disappointments and pain because it’s ‘casual’ and ‘cool’. A trend that sets on a short high and a facade of temporary pleasure. Emotions and feelings are relegated to a corner, unnoticed and laughed at because old school romance is probably not in trend in the shallow-hit-me-quick, that we have shrouded ourselves in. It’s besetting, isn’t it? That we find it easier to disappear rather than face what fate has placed before us. We casually throw words around such as “break” and “space” wishfully thinking that everything would just magically work out after some time, and even if it doesn’t, it’s fine because that’s how the world we live in now defines love. Unions are no longer about staying and facing the problems t
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