Of toys and pencils…
Ever remember the old days? The days, when your parents bought you a new toy, which now only you owned in the neighborhood? Remember that joy, that pride? … … But then, this toy, just as the other ones, broke!
… Remember those tears? The sadness of never being able to enjoy that very toy again ? The agony on seeing that very toy in someone else’s hands, and wishing your’s never broke ?
Remember that pencil, with which you aced your first math test? That pencil, which came with an eraser at the back? Remember the arguments with your friends about whose pencil was better at writing tests? … … But then, you lost that pencil! It just vanished. You tried searching everywhere, but you never found it…
Cut back to the present…
Think of the way you feel excited about an awesome opportunity, the way your heart skips a beat when you see her… the way your heart pounds hard, knowing that your long cherished dream will finally be realized! … … But then, the heart breaks! The opportunity slips, she waves at someone standing behind you… the dreams, too, shatter.
The sadness of knowing that this excellent opportunity will never come by again, the sadness of seeing her and wishing that things were different, the sadness of seeing a dream wither away, are all unparalleled. The pain of the wounds inflicted while gathering the shards of a broken heart is unbearable.
It is now you know, that things will never be the same. A broken toy can be replaced, but a heart, once broken can never be mended.
Think about your friends… The ones with whom you learn everything about life. The ones with whom you share the most craziest, funniest moments of your life… The ones whom you promise you’ll be friends forever with! … … But then, your paths diverge… You start drifting apart and before you know it, you lose them. They vanish! You look for them everywhere, but you never find them!
It is now you know, that things will never be the same. A lost pencil can be replaced, but a friend once lost, can never be…
Thus, sometimes, everyones heart wants to go back. Go back, to those carefree days… Those days, when broken toys and lost pencils, were more painful than broken hearts and lost friends…

This is one of the best posts i have read
“A lost pencil can be replaced, but a friend once lost, can never be…”
“The pain of the wounds inflicted while gathering the shards of a broken heart is unbearable.”
VERY TRUE…
Keep writing !! (more often)
Thank You! Will surely try to write more often…
^_^
chan lihila aahe
Thank You!
Nice but the last line is a lift-off. Have read it somewhere else…..
sorry about that but i’m really not much into philosophy to care
Someone writing something like it before you do doesn’t make your work a lift off
@Di-I don’t think so…
@Aditya-Nice maan…deep…