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She is a God’s gift to me!



Answering simplest question is most difficult sometimes, or I should say many times when it’s about life. When it comes to life, most of us fails to explain, and she had said, “I’ll explain.” She was my love, my life, she is, and always she will be. Allow me to ask you a simple question. Have you ever thought about death? We all have a busy schedule in this fast life but go ahead and give a chance to this question, take a moment and really think about it. It’s hard to imagine may be, but picture yourself in the hospital, laying on the nursing bed covered with a white sheet, relatives are around you, but you search for only one face, which matters the most, your love, whom you are used to calling your life. When you can’t catch a glance of that face in the room full of people, you drop the hope of living because your life is not with you. The person you love most is not with you. Just picture yourself in this kind situation, knowing that you have a few more days to live now, just see, just imagine that feeling.

Most of the times, we can’t describe it. How can we? Being unable to describe shows how vulnerable we humans are. I would like to be seamlessly honest here, I can’t really be honest in choosing words to describe it. Death, a part of life itself, might be the biggest fear humans have. You cannot find the way to run away from it, sooner or later you will have to face it. And I was facing it every day since she left me. But life is not unfair at all. This world is not the most pleasant place might be but in this big world, at somewhere, at some place, it set up the meeting with the one person who come in your life and make it pleasant, who brighten your days, edified up your tour of life in this cold world. I found that one person, first in the Forum and then in my friend, my best friend, in Aneri. She is a God’s gift to me!

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  1. Love & death.. Both are favourite topics of writers. Love is always been my cup of tea in writings. But i always end up in a bewilderment regarding can love happen twice? & if it can then how would it matter that much to an individual??
    A penny for ur thought.
    Else.. Written very well. Intermingled both topics efficaciously.
    P.S. i have my own thoughts regarding aforementioned question ;)

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    1. Your question reminded me of one novel "Can love happen twice?" Author beautifully described how he fell in love once again.
      Thank you so much for your kind words.

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