One fine day, we all will look out of photo frames adorned with jasmine garlands and burning incense sticks. People come and bow to us -- shedding a tear or two if we are lucky -- walk away with solemn steps, hung heads and drooping shoulders, to stand in groups and whisper about our merits and what a sad situation it is. The spring in their steps returns when they step out of the premises and instantly forget the face in the frame. I sometimes wonder if grief too is just a show-off. I don't blame them, for life goes on... with or without us.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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