The unexpected goodbyes

What fraction of time does it require for once-a-stranger person to be a daily fixture in your life?

You are doing fine with your life and feel all happy on yourself until some people strike your life without announcement. After their arrival, you strangely share the courtesy of your happiness with them- sometimes, the half and at times, hand them more. You are bearing a great deal of tragedy with yourself as relying on other people for your happiness and giving them the authority to bring about whirl in your emotions is no insurance to you. Because, these 'significant others' that you have given the power to, often take you for granted. And oh dear, the rest, we've all experienced, haven't we?

Well, that's the thing about people. Just like the unannounced entrances, the exit is no different. Their unexpected goodbyes, and sometimes, the goodbyes untold yet giving the aura of unwillingness to stay and not even finding it necessary to try and clear the things out have ripped us apart at some point in our lives. Sometimes, the emblem of goodbye comes in the form of unending silence and this silence is one of a kind that hurts beyond endurance. You regret handing them the authority they didn't deserve (of course you didn't know meanwhile) and were incapable of. You feel sorry for all the moments you'd spent thinking them as your lifetime fixture. But if thought rationally, this thing has a purpose. The series of unexpected goodbyes has no endgame. In fact, that's how the universe works- things coming and leaving you without your anticipation (excluding some exceptions). We will always be bidding goodbye on someone's life. Some silent yet expected. Some loud but hell unexpected. All these goodbyes are meant to make us stronger and thrive for the further endless goodbyes.

But how good would it be if there were only 'until the time we meet again'!

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