Or maybe it was a good, small step towards a complete cure.
There was no plan. The beauty lay in the spontaneity.
I did nothing but follow a few leads that crossed my uneventful existence, and a series of events tumbled out - a visit, a cup of tea, a walk, a phone call, a meeting, surprised smiles.
So why was it that, despite the pleasure I experienced at its peak, the moment it was over and I moved on, a pang that drew down the corners of my lips made its unexpected appearance like pain from a long-healed wound?
And yet, in the vast layout of affairs, the pain and the pleasure, did they not appear to teach me another profound lesson today?
Not everything in life has to be a lesson right? Sometimes they just need to be , experiences, and stay that way.
ReplyDeleteMaybe this was one of them.
If every experience is taken as a lesson-it will never hurt.
ReplyDeleteIn love with my life, BK Chowla: Thanks for your comments. An experience, a lesson, what matters what we call it? As long as they enrich our lives!
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