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Living with Reasons

What is life if it does not sustain, some memories from the time spent together? Why dream if they do not wake up with me and fill my each day, with thoughts of you? What is time if it would not bend and make way for someday some more time with you?

Why have lived at all if it were in a life without you?

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  1. Very romantic, Rajesh! Perhaps Time and our dreams should bow down before love.

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  2. Thanks Marty. Life throws up many reasons to live. Like your latest aphorism, that as what keeps me away from running to the ever waiting sea :)

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  3. Poignant and tinged with sadness, but beautiful too...

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