Someone once wisely quoted:
“We have no right to ask when a sorrow comes, 'Why did this happen to me?' unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way.”
Very recently I lost someone special in my life. The pain is incurable & the loss is immense and cannot be recompensed. It was a moment in time that will forever remain fixed in my mind. It was when I seriously cursed my life, cursed the almighty and also cursed the reason for me being alive. For a moment I felt as I had somehow lost the battle of my life.
My regular diary readers may already know that i'm kind of a pessimist person and stay grieved mostly. I talk Sad and write the same. Sincerely speaking, it's not my habit - but the incidents from the past that made me a silent sobbing man.
I don't intend to bring sadness to you when you read this, but I do believe in - "what are friends for if we cannot share our ups & downs?"
I am aware that life isn't easy for everyone and some have to fight for everything they wish to achieve, but my concern here is why does the almighty bring colorful dreams to us when they cannot be fulfilled.
Soon after, one of my close friend forwarded me this thoughtful SMS:
"Aansuo ke girne ki aahat nahi hoti, Dil ke tootne ki awaaz nahi hoti, Agar hota khuda ko ehsaas dard ka, to use dard dene ki Aadat nahi hoti..."
