::: ABHEDA TATTVA :::

Holding on to the past is like trying to breathe life into a dead body that has already breath its last. It's the pain to revive it even when you know that it's gone and now all that remain are memories of the times spent together. Curtains down, one act of the play is over. The stage is empty temporarily for new and existing characters to take on their role. No one is singled out here. We've all had our share of losses but yet how we handle them is what defines the rest of the course of our life. Not letting go of the past or inability to overcome the past is like being caught in the vortex of the time warp that holds you enmeshed within it but there is no way out unless you wanna remain in the black hole forever or you wanna make an endeavor to step out of it. Its been a year less than a decade since I lost my dad but the mere thought of him or any family moments of get togetherness or any cross roads brings back his flooding memories rife with pain insane. Life

After having seen a lot of ups and downs in my life with some unusually strange incidents; I had decided to burn all the bridges behind me after I had crossed them as I wanted to move on in life. Keeping the bridges alive felt like being chained to my past. I did not want my past to make me a bitter person. With great difficulty and after a lot of sheer conviction; I took the final call and moved on in life. Sieving the good memories from the chaffed ones brought in freedom from pain and this helped me a lot. Life has been a roller coaster ride and that too a fast paced one off lately but with every passing moment, I am learning the meaning of the finer nuances of life. Earlier, I used to shudder confusing every tiny part to be the whole but not anymore (Half knowledge can be deadly!!). Maybe, that's the role TIME plays in our lives. It brings in with it maturity and an entirely different approach towards life. A recent conversation with a close one sprung back a piece of my