Why It Is So...?

Sometimes I wonder how different each one's life from one another yet the taste of tear is alike for everyone..Same way how different one person is from the other and yet all are so alike when dealing with similar situations.

"Break-ups" one of the most scary words. How it feels having no right on someone, who was all yours, just a while ago. Breaking up of relationships, trust, dreams, homes or anything, which was once build with a lot of love , respect & trust by two or more people. How much emotions they would have put into it, giving it a shape and then someday, due to something, it broke-up.

You never know, when someone would change. The person you met a year ago does not remain the same, a year later. Someone whom you had trusted and loved most at some point of time, becomes a stranger. Friends, you used to bank on heavily, fail to keep up the promise anymore. You can not talk to him/her, can not hug him/her, can not adore him/her, whenever you want..because he/she does not belong to you anymore. As if people are a part of property and your stake has ended in him/her.

Though, with time, people come out of all the traumas, but it certainly leaves an ugly scar, somewhere. They become a different person, either a rebel or an apprehensive forever. Either they refuse to accept any relation in their life.. or they become so much emotionally dependent, pushing themselves on the path of many more break-ups.

And who else can capture the essence of this agony than the great Gulzar.

"Haath chootein bhi to rishte nahi choda karte…
Waqt ki shaakh se lamhe nahi thoda karte,
Jisne pairon ke nishaan bhi nahi chode peeche,
Us musafir ka.. pata bhi nahi poocha karate,
Choot gaye yaar, na chooti yaari, maula.
Tune awaaz nahi dee kabhi mudh kar warna,
Hum kayee sadiyaan..
Tujhe ghoom ke dekha karte,
Haath choote bhi to rishte nahi choda karte... "