Unheard response of the hearts!

Dreams had almost shunned for him. No more of expectations, as he moved through those roads, which at a point of time meant to him his world. Maybe, it wasn't how he had seen life and set its imprint over his own. For him, things were simple; the way, one person could stand for his beloved. For her in the beginning, to contemplate; it had been quite a task, to bring him together. But, after a point of time, she had stopped; stopped to think about him. Time had passed, an eventual triumph. From its magic, came it's very fall. Bringing along the rejection in a bun, it was quite not assumed that things would end so sooner.

What could he say, or what couldn't. He had learnt from her from road to road. This time, it wasn't even difficult to carry forward his task. For he had known her and every work had been for a reason. For its very tantalizing feeling. Life was a watch, a watch of expression; whereon life grew, grew in it's winged seeds. Whence that reason that was stopped, there was another stoppage to life. When life couldn't move ahead as it was assumed. It merely broke, when it could have been made beautiful. He wondered, why things couldn't be as those assumed at a point of time. Was it mere his fault that he thought more, or was it a fault; that he dreamt. Knowing that dreams didn't always have to come true. That people, their priorities did change. Things weren't constant, life was meant to be high and low at the same time.

With time, he had felt most importantly that understanding also grew. But it wasn't what she intended to say or feel. For her things were either magical or simply boring. There was a monotonous in life, but he was of the view that things always had a room for betterment. If given a chance to life, it could answer back in equal response.

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