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Distance is the key - A memoir | 24th October



Fifteen years ago, a vivacious young girl charmed the heart of an innocent boy.
Smelled like a jasmine, fairer than the full moon, quick of wit and of humour, well-behaved and kind-hearted girl she was, got everyone wanted to be around her.
Introverted by nature, modest with behaviour, he never expressed his unflinching admiration to her.

Time progressed, and she proved to be a star at school, walking over ranks and rewards.
But he was stuck at the same place, smothered by her fragrance, awestruck at her elegance.

Guilty of the defeat, he disappeared like smoke, pulling himself away from her.
But he couldn't draw success any closer. Days turned even darker.

And then she appeared, like landed straight from Heaven, out of nowhere in front of him.
In a sparkling white outfit, fearlessly burning loud crackers, she was spreading smiles and joy to the children and the world around her.

And to him, it was a moment of great luck!
Opportunities knocked at his door the same day and he opened with a beaming face. He found what he'd been wishing for, and he'd credit her of changing his destiny.

She gave a divine presence in all the years as he raised up in his life. 
She was there at the temples like Goddess Durga, and was present at the churches like Holy Mary. 
She cheered people up when she shopped for an ornament. And lit up the place on a festive night.
She smiled with excitement as she learns to drive. She smiled to encourage as she teaches kids to cycle.
She was the kid who played in sand. She was the woman who read people at sight.
She healed his fever without medicine. And with one angry stare, gave him a nervous breakdown.
She woke his senses up with the rising Sun, and calmed his spirit like the crimson sundown.

Then he started walking towards her.
But the ironic devil, Destiny, had other evil plans.
With each step he took closer, her life started to fall apart!
She was beginning to lose her gifts one after the other as he comes close by.
Devastated by the horrific experience, he stopped walking, and collapsed.

After he woke up, he began to backtrack and never looked back. He moved to far away worlds and travelled great distances until he learned about her well-being.
There, at the shore of endless worlds, beneath the infinite sky, like magic, he realised one thing.
Distance was the key!
A wish from a distance was cherished.
A blessing of farness was beheld.
The space worked out magic and her life fell in place. She earned back the loveliest form of herself, as he watched from remoteness.

And then it was her birthday!
But he refrained from slicing the cakes and shaking hands.
He decided to talk to the oceans and send messages over stars instead!
And so he did, today! 24th October 2018.

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