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Losing it!

These days my favourite pastime is opening my laptop, and finding old memories. Be it old nokia captured photos or some stupid status posted on Facebook wall, Or just some old melodious song which is connected to some incident in life. And fun part, I can't get enough.

I'm not very sentimental guy who cherishes every moment. But somehow I created some sentiments while growing up. In the pace of life, I  left those sentiments behind, and now when life is little slowed down, or maybe locked down, these old memory boxes are opening up.

But every memory I relive, I feel one more emotion. And this one is little bit sad. I remember those faces which I don't even call or text anymore. While chasing the purpose, alot has been left behind. And just glimpses of those remain. But Again, that's life right?

You know what, that's not. I refuse to accept that here on. I understand that to achieve in life is important, but to hold on to people is way more important. And somehow I feel like I have failed in the latter. I am not sure I can fix what's done, but what I can do is improvisation. I'm pretty good at it.

I don't know how many people who read this will relate to this, but I want each of them to tell that, maybe today you would or wouldn't understand this, but hold on to your closed ones. Funny part is we don't even realise who our closed ones are until we are far apart.

So I'm gonna try losing my self-sufficient-ambition-driven-career-orientented-little-selfish image once, may be so that I don't lose more important things in life any more.

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