By Akash
Date: 25 October 2000
Loss...
My elder brother told me once that he used to carry me in his pocket to the bazaar when I was very small, I knew he was fooling me -- but I thought that I lost something that I did not seem to remember. That’s the first time I realised the feeling of losing something, I left my childhood at some crossroad I can’t seem to remember. With school gone, I lost my school days, my school friends. Teenage was different, girls in the neighbourhood, movies and soccer, it got over with the blink of an eye. With teenage gone, my passion for sports seemed to vanish. Then I fell in love; promises were made for being together, till death do as apart, until she found someone else and left me behind. I lost jobs, one after another. I saw my father dying, I thought I could hold him forever, I did everything possible, but I could not stop him, I lost him. I lost two of my brothers, one elder and one younger and I lost two of my best friends. I know how it feels to lose something or someone close to you. But the fact remains that nothing belongs to us and they never will. Yet I try so hard all the time to keep things so close to my heart – that every loss leaves behind an open wound never to heal, never to forget.
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