Hyderabad Talkies Part II
These moments...are these accidents, or were they written like these only? Were they decided already, somewhere, sometime, by someone? Or were they not decided, and all that is happening was unplanned, unthought of?
I meet the one's who are mine, and who are strangers..I like a few, and I dont like a few. I move ahead, and leave some behind. Relations have been identified, or atleast the mantra. This is my world and everything has a bit of me..a little more, a little less.
The journey is long and destination unclear. This life is a mirage; we experience, we learn, and we grow. Why do we break apart when we were never together?