Things change. Perceptions change. You change with time. Maybe time changes, rather. Or, you grow old. I don't know.

Maybe you settle for the best of what you get and forget what you wanted. For, few get what they want. Most get an alternative.


There's nothing bold I am doing, if you think I am by the way, for truth anyways, isn't that relevant. What is relevant, rather, is whether you and I are sensible enough.
However, I am happy that I haven't changed and I am writing about certain things I never get a chance of venting these days. That's all.

Sometimes I hate to admit that I have made a compromise. Something that I had never thought of doing, at least not with love, you see.
It seems like people get used to everything and everything seems bearable after a certain point of time.

And it's sad, isn't it? that this post is the product of the love of my life? When it didn't happen, Poetry called. When it did, I forgot words.