No love lost, No love found.

                                                              

There are moments in one’s life, when one feels to go in flashback and change everything. I too have several moments in my life which I wanna change forever. Counting from the memories of my shot selection I made for which I was given out to the study plans which could have resulted in good marks. With the same wish to change my past I wish to get back the things I have lost now from pen drives, mobiles to the cricket kit I left in the auto. After losing all my beloved this I dreamt of them and that’s the worst thing about dreaming .it comes as a haunted past when the things we love are gone and had become a past.

I have masters in losing things and I am doctorate at negligence and the worst thing is that I never had a point one percent grief for the things I have lost. I damn didn’t cared of those things. I still didn’t care for all the things but a series of events have changed the way I looked at the things and have changed my attitude. May be I have not changed completely but I can feel some signs of responsibility towards things I love.

 I remember two incidents when I lost things and went in a shock after losing them but in both the cases ,after effects were different.

The first being is the case when I lost my purse when I was a class 7 or 8 kid .i know many will think losing a purse is not a big thing, a lot many singles lose it, what’s so big deal in it .The purse was a true soul of my lie. “True soul of my lie” confused, actually I wrote a note in that “my purse is a gift from my parents and if you find it do return back to me at my no.Accidentally I lost my purse in the TATA-KANDRA bus. Whenever we traveled with our friend Rudraksh by hook or crook we have to take bus because he saves a lot but I like his attitude of saving money. If you get a seat in TATA –KANDRA bus you realize what a journey is and if you don’t then you realize what a real bad luck is.i realized a that I have lost my purse when I received a call from a strange voice claiming that he has my purse and if I wanna have it .i may take it from his given place. I thought for a while and then felt a lie was written inside why to be bothered hence I didn’t cared for it.

After few years, my father gifted me a branded Casio watch which I lost and this time I had no note written in it and this negligence of mine .this time I felt it .i really felt of losing what is worth losing.

After all this incidents took place the eye opening incident, I have a daily habit of writing dairies and I note down day to day happenings in it.it’s very dear to me.I always keep it in my bag. Once while going to tuitions I forgot to pull the chain and it went open all the way and somewhere It fell down .i realized it when I reached my tuition at 9.00 am .All the while, sir was teaching me LIGHT I was focused on where did I lose my diary. When I left tuition along with my friends we searched every mark on the route I followed. I was hit with a fear of losing my diary.it was a true and passionate love .i came back and sat in a dark room and light from the window was haunting me .Losing my dairy hit to me like a sky fall on me and time was slipping away. I decided in my mind that if I don’t find my diary back ,I won’t write diary again .It was 7.00 pm and I was walking in the ground near my house then my brother came running and told me that there’s a call for me with an unknown number .my heart was pumping faster than before. The fear of losing is worse than the satisfaction of getting it lost and I know this by my experience .The guy over the phone told me the place to come and collect my diary. I paddled my cycle the way van diesel accelerates is car in F7 .i reached his place and said thank you to him many times. Having my diary back with my I felt the way any lover feels when he gets his lost love back.it felt like NO LOVE LOST, NO LOVE FOUND.

“THE SUN GOES DOWN, THE STARS COME OUT, ALL THAT COUNTS IS HERE AND NOW AND MY UNIVERSE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME, I AM GLAD YOU CAME……….

I still own the diary and note the happenings which happen with or without me.

WHEN THERE IS SUNSET OF RELATIONSHIP WITH THE THING ONE HAS BEEN ASSOCIATED WITH. THEN LOVE IS A DYING FLAME WHICH KEEPS THE NIGHT, LIGHTEN UP.WHEN ONE CARES FOR A THING SO MUCH THAT HE LETS IT GO AWAY WITHOUT COMPLAINING THAT’S TRUE LOVE .WE ALL HAVE THE PERSON WHERE THE OTHER PERSON SIMPLY DOESN’T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH WE CARE NOR UNDERSTAND THAT OUR LIFE IS THEIR LIFE.SO ALWAYS VALUE THINGS YOU LOVE BECAUSE EVERYTHING DESERVES TO BE LOVED.