The tears are not the same which it was used to be years back. But the pain was familiar. It was the same pain which I used to feel after hanging up mom's phone. It was the same pain which I used to feel when the rare emotional me knocked its existence. I am growing up. For the first time in life, I felt this pain for someone apart from my family. I am not feeling like lieing. I am not feeling like forcing. I am not feeling like crying aloud. I am not feeling better either. I am feeling worser. 1st thing. I have kept the most precious part of my life apart. Yes, again my fault. Because I could have stopped this to be happened. Nothing in this world is impossible.And on the top of that, I can see a vast gap being created day by day. I cant agree totally this time that this is my fault. It is no-one's fault. You know, what the simple conversation going on my mind before I rang up?


He : Kothae chhili? 
Me: Dekh na...  bhalo lage na........ matha gorom hoe jae. Kono mane hoe bol. Atto raa....
He: Thik achhe thik achhe. Age fresh hoene, raate kotha bolchhi.
Me: hmm. :(. ok
He: Pagli... porer bar theke ektu janie dish deri hole. tata.
Me. : Love u xxxx. :D. Aami call korchhi.


But sometimes these angers tell u how specially important u can be for someone. Na? 


:D