Sometimes we look back on a beautiful memory and feel the power of it in our thoughts, prayers and even dreams. In Shubhangi Swarup's Latitudes of Longing, a sentence drew me to it by its sheer power and wisdom. It read, " Memory was life reflected in a shattered mirror. " Some of my life's most beautiful moments seem to be captured in this single sentence. [READ: Zindagi Na Milegi Do Bara again] (Image: Pixabay) A precious moment, once it passes, is reflected in a shattered mirror of Time. It leaves behind only a hardened heart and a wisdom that comes with having to confront the truth that one never truly matters to the existence of another. This bittersweet knowledge brings with it the sting of a beautiful, life-changing moment. A memory, once held precious and close to the heart, has lapsed into the ripples of the unknown forever, unwanted and ...
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