Sitting with a her today as we dealt with the complexities of a language defined by others and left to us to master, i found how life had changed her from the carefree girl she once was to a tense and thoughtful lady. Not that she was not thoughtful or she was not mature but this was a face of life which she would have survived even if she did not see it.

Well now that she has seen it there is no escaping the harsh realities of it. Then i thought, wasn't i going through the same when i was her age. She is at least not being bound. i was bound! i am... she too is but at least she is not bottling up.
We spoke of so many things but the words kept revolving around the dying sun of a lost relation. Cant replace your lose nor can i wish that you get back what you have lost... i have learnt that we don't think when we have got things from life and the happiness if any is quite short lived. But when it comes to moments washed with tears our mind starts to toil to see a hint of greenery in the lands long barren and devoid of any life.
Try not to hard child... move on! keep your spirits high... for thou shalt surely receive what thou deserve!