I never had a chance to see my grandfather while growing up. But may be, that's just as how I perceive it. In a different view, it would be him who didn't have a chance to see me grow up. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't have wanted to. Just, sometimes, we learn to accept the absence of some things as a part of our lives. As a neutral phase. And that way, I won't say it doesn't hurt. It does. It just becomes a little less painful, a little more bearable. And ain't that exactly what all of us are doing? Calling the moon heartbroken only to find solace in the emptiness of its company? — % & Even if missing the missing you won't help, I'll do it, nevertheless, only to love and miss. To shoot and slip. :') #jug_days #poetryinprose #aestheticthoughts
