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“However, the poignant truth that eventually reveals itself is that the remarkable individual you met at a crucial juncture of life, the one who set your heart ablaze, was no different from any other stranger you might have encountered on a bustling railway platform. He too, was waiting for a train, but a train that followed a different track. It would be unfair to expect him to forsake his journey to accompany you, just as it would be unwise for you to halt your journey in pursuit of him. Let him go his way, gracefully.”

“In that instant, I detected a subtle flicker of tears in her eyes. They glistened, like tiny diamonds forged by the emotions that surged within her. But I still don't know for whom these tears were. Whose sorrows were these tears meant for? Were they meant for the one who awaited her on the distant platform, their reunion tinged with anticipation and longing? Or were they for the one who stood on this platform, watching her silently and surreptitiously exiting his life story?”

“Sometimes, during our lives, there comes a moment when everything stops, time stands still, and our souls become trapped in that very moment. It's like a coiled spring that can extend and stretch, but ultimately, it always returns to its original shape—back to that frozen moment in time. For me, that moment came when we said goodbye. Since then, I've been frozen in that moment, unable to move forward.”

“When Someone Leaves They do not take your breath or still your heart, but piece by piece, you crumble into dust. The scent they wore no longer haunts the air, and something in you wilts, a quiet death. You watch the space where once they used to stand, the ghost of motion lingers in the dark. The rustle of their clothes is lost to time, a whisper swallowed whole by memory. You call for them in dreams, in restless nights, but only echoes answer in the void. And bit by bit, the world is drained of light— until there’s nothing left but hollow space, a silence vast enough to swallow stars. I wonder if that’s how it truly feels, to miss someone so bad it cuts like steel, a dagger twisting deep inside the gut, each thought of them a wound that will not heal.”

“I kept on holding the telephone receiver in my hand knowing that it was my call, and she would not put her receiver down first. There was pin-drop silence on both sides but still, I could hear her heartbeats as if it wasn't a telephone receiver but a stethoscope in my hand. After a brief moment spread over centuries,I heard a sound, the sound of something breaking. It was eerily similar to the sound when a star, being pulled by two equally powerful black holes and unable to decide which one to choose, falls apart, breaking into pieces like a glass I put the receiver back; a soft click sound indicated disconnection. The last means of communication between us had been disconnected as if the doctor had just pulled the cable from ventilator which had kept the terminally ill patient alive. I felt a deep lump in my throat, legs failing to carry my weight; I fell down on the nearby sofa like a log of wood”

“Last night before leaving for the UK, I was sitting alone on a bench at the banks of River Jhelum, enjoying the silvery trail of gumusservi. She was sitting on the ground, throwing small pebbles into the water and seeing them drown in the water. Both of us were silent but still conversing; our silence was speaking Suddenly she got up, and looked at me with a mixture of empathy and sadness. She knew that the pain I was feeling was real and that it was something that she couldn't take away. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I never meant to hurt you. I just didn't feel the same way." I nodded, understanding, and said. "But it doesn't change the fact that it still hurts. I thought we had something special, and now it feels like everything is slipping away." She took a step closer to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I know it's difficult," she said. "But you have to let go and move on. You deserve to find someone who loves you the way you deserve to be loved." I looked at her, my eyes filled with sadness. "I know you're right," I said. "But it's easier said than done." She gave me a small smile. "It won't be easy, but it will get better. And who knows, maybe someday you'll find someone who makes you feel like you've never let go of anything at all.”

“Perhaps Perhaps, one day, we’ll cross each other’s path, Not by design, but some strange twist of fate. You’ll glance, and I will feel the world go still. Your eyes will find mine—soft, unreadable— And in that gaze, my chest will tighten fast, A fluttered breath I cannot hold inside. I’ll wonder then, do you still see through me? That way you did, as if my soul were glass, No secrets veiled, no walls I’d ever built— As though my silence whispered all to you. I’ll stand there, caught between what was and is, A moment wrapped in quiet, aching heat. Old feelings, like a tide, will rise again, Beyond the grasp of reason or of will. I will not move, nor will I turn away, And yet, I will not speak. I’ll let it pass. But I won’t cry—not there, not in your sight. The tears, if any come, will wait till dusk, Or till the echo fades within my chest. I’ll walk away, alone, but not the same— Still holding something wordless, undefined. A hope, perhaps? Or just the ghost of it.”

“One of the reasons for this cataclysmic change of destinies was the inherent weakness of a decaying agricultural empire of the Mughals which after more than two hundred years of rule over vast areas of India, was at its terminal stage and needed a small push to crumble like a house of cards.That push was given by six East India Companies of different European countries which had extracted rights to trade with India from the Mughals but transformed themselves as the arbiters and protectors of several Indian states. In this process they not only became rich but also militarily strong because in the twilight years of the Mughal empire, deteriorating security environment necessitated to arm themselves to protect their economic interests. Because of their inherent superiority as representatives of rising industrial powers, they had access to modern techniques and technology of warfare, which turned out to be the decisive factor in capturing vast territories in India.”