Cross roads

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It is strange feeling of dullness. Some actions need to be taken, some threads need to be broken and some one needs to be hurt. But who am I to decide ?

How people come into your lives and get attached to you in ways you can never imagine. How you wish you could locate the exact nature of the entanglement and how on looking for it you get lost in a world long gone by.

Who are we to decide who stays with us and who does not ? Who are we to decide who gets to share our company and who does not ?

Yet, the decision lies with us, with me and with you. Because some things need to be done. Just like that. Because the entwined twigs that seem so meek and indifferent to you now, may grow up to strangle the last breaths out of you. Because a little pain is always better than a lot of pain.

What keeps us from such an action is love. Is it ? Or is it the fear of repercussions ? Fear of facing it ? And so we delay it for ever and after, until it rots within us and becomes a part of us like the moss covered brick wall in your old childhood house.

Because to hurt someone just so that you may not hurt them even more, may make no sense at once. Yet, we all come to a point where we wish things happened on their own and the words to be said were heard on their own and the tears to be shed rolled on their own and the heart to be shattered did so mutely.

Who are we to decide what is to be done ?

We are the ones who make our own destinies.