I am not amazed at the falling apart of uncased pieces which hung in symmetry for so long. I am astounded at the fact that all this time, they were hanging in the void baselessly. There was not a single string attached. I am astounded how imbecile someone can make you feel under the facade of honestly and mush. The change of the whole picture is absolutely horrendous. And all I could wonder is when did this happen. Ha...imbecile, I really am! It was a slow and gradual process, I know. But the late realization makes it extremely tough to adapt, extremely tough to blend with true colors.
Sigh!
There is a lot of betrayal going on in this world. Beware people!
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Diwali always comes with novel things, be it materialistic or not. This year, it brought along some realizations, very hard though. I don't have any grief because whatever happens, happens for the best. And this is one thing which can never lose its meaning nor it can be deprived of my belief. So I am not going to indulge in sadness and caress pain and hatred. Instead, I will make use of these realizations and mend some mismatched pieces.
Thus, I will make my Diwali good. Like it always is and it always will be.
For it's not about the colors I have lost, it's about the picture that has been formed in the process of losing them.
HAPPY DIWALI. =]
