The Language of Loss

Most of us have extremely basic lives.

You have experiences & opportunities, sure you create them & not taking anything away from you.

But us, we are ordinary, with conflicts & complexities that are mundane but never ending.

So like I said our worlds are too different. Your language is too different to mine now, I do not understand, neither I have the bandwidth to understand.

I cannot fight with a different person or a life I do not understand.

I do not know what to do. I cannot keep you in my life as an acquaintance. It pains too much.

Have you ever considered how much your role in vanishing brought us here?

You just stopped understanding or showing empathy for my ordinary life. Your language is too complex for me. I don’t want to be the new comer in an old friends life who has evolved & gave me no entrances when they were transforming.

Mere char qadam agay bhar bhi jaatey hain toh phir bhi mujhey yehi nazar aata hai ke agay ek stranger hai.

Have you ever met someone from school after 30 years? And had no idea who they were?

Those 5 plus years are like a chasm.

Yours & mine wasn't a friendship to evolve. It was to last through.

People like us dont have even the luxury to find new soulmates. Like I said our experiences don't offer those opportunities.

Tumhara kya hai
Aaj yahan kal koi aur sheher.

The language of loss even needs it's own dictionary & neither you have the time for me or this loss.

Like I said our worlds are too different.

Want to meet, sure.
But is that the point of being a soul mate?

Dosti toh humari kabhi bhi milnay ki mohtaj nahi thi

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