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There was a TIME...

All it takes is a song, and you are immediately transported to a time gone by...

A time, where love was red hearts, roses, red world through rose tinted glasses, mushy cards, sentimental songs.. audio cassettes recorded with playlists that conveyed the 'feelings'.

Bunking school, fibbing about extra classes, to watch a movie, or go to some isolated place to just hold hands. Reel life promises inspired the real life decisions.

A time where going to school became necessary, to just catch a glimpse of your 'boyfriend' or 'girlfriend'.

Wow!! As cliched as it may sound... Time really flies!

And the sad part is, we grow up. We grow up to realize the truth behind the glasses. The colour 'red' vanishes, when you remove the glasses. That no matter, how nicely you draw a heart, and fill it with bright red colour, it still breaks. It not only breaks, it shatters into thousand pieces, you can spend a lifetime trying to pick them up, you will still see the shards.

The audio cassettes, start getting stuck, and in time give way to CD's, pen drives, music apps... Everything tells you loudly -  Change is constant!

But, no one tells you, that this change will hurt you. This change will take away all those things from your life, which you thought was permanent. And, suddenly, your life stands still at crossroads, where you are forced to make a decision. A decision which is going to hurt you, but you convince yourself that one day, everything will make sense. You convince yourself that with time, it will be alright. 

That day never comes. Your heart has questions. I might take those questions to my grave, as I know that I will never get an opportunity to ask them. Some scars are really deep, and those scars are invisible to the world, only you can see them. Some people have the potential to leave deep impressions and you are never the same. The person who touches your soul, sometimes turns out to be the same one who damages your spirit - forever...

Time doesn't heal anything, it only makes our heart stronger, to endure. 

The reality of your role brings you back from the time gone by, in a jiffy...


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