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Discernings.

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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 together for someone. It has turned into  finding a new face every time one gets bored with the old one.

No one knows how many stories have been lost in those spaces we create in the name of reviving lost love. No one knows how many hearts were broken to bits while staring at that blank screen looking for answers from that one person who mattered the most to them. None can contemplate how many hardened souls that experience has brought forth to a world full of pain, undoubtedly tipping the scales of balance. 

But perhaps, if we try, we could still reach out for what is important and cherish it with all that we have. We could look into the eyes of the person who matters the most to us and say “ I need you” instead of hiding it in the jar of self-pride, ego and self-centeredness. 

Perhaps we could still find love by kneeling and confessing what’s in our hearts. We could still make love and strive to stay by holding it tight and never letting it go. And if we are lucky enough, we will find that which we've looked for standing right beside us, holding our hands, forever.

BP. #2022
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