Flashes from Past....

Sometimes in our life we had dreamt of something which we want to achieve to lead a successful life, everyone has many dreams which they want to fulfil but sometimes god is playing his cards and when god is playing his cards no can do anything beyond that

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Sometimes while weaving our dreams we weave someone else dreams into it and we had no idea about that Sometimes their priority becomes our priority, their one smile brightens

the entire dark room of our life with happiness but when they cry it feels like to destroy the whole world,but sometimes destiny has another plans for us

Someone has rightly said that"SOME DREAMS ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN"

Prologue

The Conversation with Rohan has reminded me with startling intensity of the person I used to be- a person with hopes, ambitions and a desire to live life to brim. I was just like him enthusiastic, positive person who blabbers a lot about different topics. I always had a habit of asking questions even to a small topic to make the topic interesting and hilarious to the whole class, I still remember while attending the home science class I explained the procedure of making achar(pickle) like a Masterchef  explains his dish to people present their, just to make the class interesting. I still miss my past which plays an important part in my life.

I think about Aditya. I think about how we met, I've replayed everything that happened that day at least million times in mind through all these years because that day changed my life completely. I loved him with purity and innocent heart and was certain at that time that he loved me too. I wonder how he would look now after 7 years, yes 7 long years has gone but my life has stopped on the track where me and aditya were separated. I wonder what I'll feel if I were to ever meet her again in my life again.

Later in the afternoon while having lunch in office, Aditya dances around in my head and she refuses to when I was presenting presentation in-front of my boss,  he didn't said anything but his expressions were saying all what he was feeling. He's still with me when I was preparing reports for the assignment and remains there when I was going back to home. And later that night when my mother was asking my daily routine through call she was still there in my head..........