If you were to cross the road and hurt your toe, I know that I will never know. As we go on to take different roads and move on across different shores, there is something that happens to our relationships. Something that estranges, disconnects, disintegrates. I know that you still think of me. I know this because I find myself thinking about you. And thoughts rarely get seeded on their own. It comes from you to I and from I to you until one of us is alive. Old relationships rarely die. Like broken winged moths, they hang around dark alleys of forgotten memory lanes. Ever so often, I can hear one of them flutter its wings. Not too close but never too far.
:) Thats the good thing about life..we help each other
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Especially good thoughts... well said.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you didn't kill the little thing :-)
ReplyDeleteHow could I? That will be one inhabitant less in my house !! I have such a tough time getting the lizards to stay back as well :)
DeleteThis is so beautiful ....and your words are always so well formed :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Amrit. Coming from you, that is Huge :)
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