Moments aplenty in
her life when she mulls
differently about the
same subject at different
moments.
The moment the glass house of her love-affair
collapsed into smtihreens
when her beloved lover
left her in the lurch
the needling pain of
unrequited love made her bleed.
She thought of her fate, her destiny
shaped already by
an unknown force
and sought solace by whispering to herself with a deep sigh:
‘this is my fate, this is my lot’.
She decided not to have
any affair with anyone
in future.
The moment a newcomer entered her life
who was all love and care for her
she began to think
every happening in everyone’s
life is quite accidental
and lost faith in destiny
being shaped already by an unknown power.
Moments there were
when she was left
alone in her shell and
whenever she reflected on
the definition of life
she found it a jig-saw puzzle
otherwise, a mystery and a Gordian knot.
Her memories being ephemeral
she could and can think differently
about the same subject
at different times.
It is a blessing bestowed
upon her by the unknown power
which she hated once, but loves and believes in it now.
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