I am not amazed at the falling apart of uncased pieces which hung in symmetry for so long. I am astounded at the fact that all this time, they were hanging in the void baselessly. There was not a single string attached. I am astounded how imbecile someone can make you feel under the facade of honestly and mush. The change of the whole picture is absolutely horrendous. And all I could wonder is when did this happen. Ha...imbecile, I really am! It was a slow and gradual process, I know. But the late realization makes it extremely tough to adapt, extremely tough to blend with true colors.
There is a lot of betrayal going on in this world. Beware people!
Diwali always comes with novel things, be it materialistic or not. This year, it brought along some realizations, very hard though. I don't have any grief because whatever happens, happens for the best. And this is one thing which can never lose its meaning nor it can be deprived of my belief. So I am not going to indulge in sadness and caress pain and hatred. Instead, I will make use of these realizations and mend some mismatched pieces.
Thus, I will make my Diwali good. Like it always is and it always will be.
For it's not about the colors I have lost, it's about the picture that has been formed in the process of losing them.
HAPPY DIWALI. =]