Monami could sense a weird kind of feelings filling in her mind as the car moved on the rocky mountain trails. Circling up and down the mountain the car moved on. The cool breeze made its way into the car though the wide-open windows making Monami's hair move back and forth. Already occupied with thoughts Monami didn't seem to care to pay attention to her hair which danced along the cold mountain breeze. In a low volume the retro tunes played out from the car's stereo. It was a cold September morning. Tearing its way through thick blankets of clouds that washed off mother earth last night, Sun showered its faint first set of rays on the Majestic Mountain chain. Covered with heavy snow mountain peaks were now covered in the rays of Sun. It looked as if someone had sprinkled gold on the mountains from the sky above. The sight outside the window was just breath-taking.

As the car travelled through the uneven mountainous roads so did Monami's mind. Returning back to same places is not always a happy experience for everyone. Sometimes it brings to life the old memories that had been buried deep within the walls of our mind. Some memories of yesteryears that we had sealed and kept safely buried deep. Memories that we didn't wish to look at anymore.

I still remember that very day, talked Monami within thick walls of her mind.

Humming to the tunes of songs that played from my mobile as I stuffed in all my belongings into my bag packs.

Aaah, I sighed as I zipped up my bag pack. The ear-to-ear smile and my good mood were evident of the very fact how happy I was. And how couldn't I. After all I was returning back home. After 18 long months. The thought that I was going to see my parents and friends after this long wait was already making me jump in excitement. Just by imagining the sights of me dining table filled with my favourite delicacies coming straight out Mom's kitchen was making me drool. Sights of dad and bhaiya jamming over retro songs made my body swing already. Those familiar faces of friends and relatives greeting flashed in front of my eyes.

Getting swayed away in dreams of how things would be once she lands back home was Monami. Major Monami Mahajan.

She peeped outside the window of her small room. She was greeted by the sights of snow-capped mountains that peeped from behind the thick blankets of clouds that had currently surrounded them. And in lap of such scenic beauty was situated her Army base camp.

It was a very small village on the Yumthang Valley, where absolute silence actually speaks in the form of freezing wind. Located at a high altitude, it is in the Alpine range of mountains, and a different lifestyle could be seen there. Serene, laid back and away from the city life. The houses are small and cosy, and the inhabitants still use old traditional methods of cooking and running errands. Most houses had a kitchen garden and shed. Soaked with sights of snow-capped mountain ranges, picturesque lakes, green valleys, landscapes hidden under blankets of clouds, serpentine rivers, cascading waterfalls and hill slopes offering indescribable colour riot in the form of Rhododendrons. Every part of this hilly state of Sikkim is heavily blessed of scenic beauty.

India has earned itself a slice of heaven in the form of North Sikkim. Snuggling the Himalayas, this beautiful part of a North-eastern Indian state is a place unlike any other in the country. The breath-taking view of Mount Kanchendzonga, the fragrance of variety of flowers, the quietness of sparkling lakes and the gurgling of rivers like Teesta make North Sikkim surreal.

There is a sense of remoteness in Sikkim. Reason it with its deserted population or high-altitude terrain. Even in this era of technology, where people can't imagine their lives without internet for an hour, this remote village lived without electricity for most time of the years and Internet well that's something whose privilege they are deprived from. Well, there are more to list for starters- in the name of educational institutions there's a small primary school ran by an old couple and their kids in their front yard. And women of the families have to walk something about 2 kilometers to get themselves drinking water from a stream. Families here grow their own vegetables in their backyards because well they don't have any other option. In the name of market there's only one shop in this village that brings stock from the town below that itself takes owner a ride of a day and half. Even after being part of the same country of abundant resources and opportunities, this village like many more remote villages was cut off from the rest of the world. But inhabitants weren't complaining. They were happy in the limited things that life offered them. Because they didn't have another option.

Monami was lost in her mind planning what would she do in this month-long holiday at home when she heard someone call for her from outside her tent. It was one of her camp mates. It was a call from her senior on radar stating that the officer that was supposed to come to take charge of camp in absence of Monami has been appointed for some emergency mission and hence Monami's leave has being postponed for 3 months.

It wouldn't be wrong to say that the whole picture Monami had painted in her mind of doing things as she return home crashed in front of her. What was left in her hands was disappointment.

Her camp mate went leaving Monami again alone in her tent. Then Monami's gaze fell the family photo that peeped from her half-zipped trolley lying on the floor. A tear fell of Monami's eyes. She was so excited but now her she was again stuck in this remote valley for another 3 months and she wasn't supposed to complain.

She picked up her family photo frame kissed it before keeping it back at the small table by her bed.

Miles to go before rest, she whispered to the photo frame as she put up a smile remembering how Monami's dad used to use this phrase to cheer her up.

Quickly putting her uniform on went Monami went to have breakfast.

After breakfast they left for routine check tour around the village. They were halfway through their route when they found a gathering of village kids. When they reached nearer, they found a man something in his late twenties was the one who had caught attention of this kids. Heavy dressed in woollens he sat in middle as he kept typing something on his laptop and kids kept looking at him at utter awe. This was first time any of them were looking at something like laptop

With my last post for Bhutan finally published, I can now begin on my backpacking travels of India. Plenty of kilometers on the clock in the amazing sub-continent so what better place to start than the present and work backward? I'm currently in the northern state of Sikkim, it's the start of monsoon so things are beginning to get a little wet but it's still cold, typed Karan.

On sensing few more people join in the crowd around him he lifted his gaze. His eyes met a pair of eyes already looking at him. They had questions floating in them.

Before he could say anything Monami asked, you seem new here?

I am Karan. A travel blogger and cinematographer. I have come here to shoot a documentary of lifestyle of people in altitudes, he said as he greeted Monami with a huge smile.

Sorry to disappoint you but you won't get any network here, said Monami.

I know. I am just keeping records of my observations, said Karan.

Just to let you know this village is close to the army base, so there is a high surveillance in this area and photography is restricted in places, said Monami.

Don't worry I won't breach regulations, said Karan.

You better don't, said Monami before resuming her routine village checkup round.

Monami had sent home the message that she won't be coming home. And deep with she knew the kind of disappointment that would take over her family's face soon receiving the news that she won't be coming home anytime soon. Thoughts kept Monami turning sides on bed. Monami had closed her eyes in hope that finally sleep would take over giving her some much-needed rest but thoughts just kept passing her mind. Giving up she woke up. Glanced at the clock. It should half past 3 in the night. Monami grabbed her jacket and went outside on a quick walk.

She was somewhere in middle of the village when she found someone standing near the road by an old cottage that was not in use since years now. Monami took out her gun. With steady yet silent steps went near that figure. Only to find it was Karan.

What are doing here at this hour, asked Monami.

Karan got shocked for a moment hearing this sudden voice.

Oh, you scared me, he said keeping a hand on his chest.

Just finished writing my pending vlogs so thought of roaming round a bit before retiring to bed, said Karan.

What about you, asked Karan looking at Monami.

Nothing just came for a walk, said Monami.

At this hour? It's a night walk or morning walk, asked Karan looking at his watch.

Early morning walk, said Monami turning her gaze at Karan who was busy looking at the sky.

What are you looking at, asked Monami.

I am looking at the stars and thinking about all that space up there. These lights emitted by stars, not sure if they still exist. I try to fight against the urge of getting lost in the sight of these beautiful sprinkles of light that are covering the whole night sky. But then as always, the stars shine the brightest in the darkest of Night, because no matter what the light is always there, always leading the way, always finding its smile in the dungeons of camouflaged blackness, said Karan.

Just like you your words are difficult to understand, said Monami before resuming her walk and thinking how we look at same things yet have different views. And maybe that's what makes us beautiful.

In between the bone chilling Icey cold breezy afternoon, you came like a cup of hot tea. Providing a warmthless in the environment. With you chirpy and jolly nature you mixed up with our camp officers within minutes. And soon you became a common sight near our camp. From stopping over tea to accompanying us for morning jogs. Soon you became everyone's favourite. Even mine. From nagging me with dozen questions on army life to family. And soon that irritating Karan became a part of my life. A damn good friend is what I found in you. How you would greet everyone with smile, help village women to carry heavy utensils filled with water to play along kids to stop for a quick gossip session by the tea stall to narrate your stories of travel all around the globe to everyone. Around you there was never any dull moment. I don't know how you managed to light everyone up that came in your contact. That was something about you that everyone fell in love with. And how could I stay away from that charm of yours. Unknowingly soon those tea sessions turned long and waiting for you became a part of my routine. And soon before I could realize there, we were walking hand in hand under the dark night sky at wee hours. Your warmth made even icy breeze feel soothing.

Sometimes, you come across a person that makes it impossible to imagine a life without them. You feel something intense, a rush, a sort of love that you always dreamt of. You try to tell them that every time they smile, you skip a heartbeat, but then words fail you. Sometimes in life you find someone who change your life just by being part of it. Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop. Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world. Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it. When you're down and world seems dark and empty, he lifts you up in spirit and makes the dark and empty world suddenly seem bright and full. This person gets you through the hard times, the sad times and confused times. If you turn and walk away, he follows you. If you lose your way this person guides you and cheers you on. This person holds your hand and tells and makes you believe that everything is going to be okay. The one you just listen to you, when you need someone to just listen. One who makes your life beautiful just by being part of it.

And Karan for me in this alienated village situated at the northern most part of Sikkim I had found you. I had found my whole world summarising in that one person. You know all this while ever since this seed of dream of joining Indian Army was inculcated in my mind I always ran away from love. Thinking it requires efforts, time and care but army life needed had summiting of self in feet of my mother land. But you were such a plot twist. When you came into my life just suddenly things started seeming better. Love doesn't require to happen, it just happens. Before you realize you are already smiling on lyrics of love songs, dancing in arms of your beloved in your dreams and playing conversations in your head. you find yourself looking for them in the most crowded of places. Your heart finds a way to theirs, and you feel a calm take over your senses. You feel like you're inventing something new. Then there is this sudden thought that makes you aware of the fact that you're in love with someone. it makes you smile to yourself. it makes you wonder if you'll ever be able to tell them how much love you carry in your palms for them, at all times. You look at them walking towards you, unaware of how they've redefined your whole world and you find yourself humming the songs as you stand in awe, in wait, in pure and utter surrender to what you feel.

In life we never plan it fall in love. Love happens at the most unexpected ways and time. But just as love knocks your door when you aren't ready so does it decides to leave out of sudden.

When a relationship fails, it's not only your heart that's left broken. You lose the ability to believe in love, you develop trust issues with every person you meet, and in some corner of your mind, you fear being left alone again. You build a wall around yourself that none can break through because you don't want to be weak and vulnerable anymore. Like everyone else, you also believed that love is the most beautiful feeling in the world. With time, you got so much involved in them that never in a million years did you imagine you wouldn't be together. You knew it was over when you kept on crying nights into days. A heartbreak hurts terribly. It takes away your happiness, sleep and most importantly, the peace of your mind. You silently see them walking away from you, while the love is still screaming in your bones. But unfortunately, you cannot do anything except for letting them go. And healing from a heartbreak and feeling whole again sounds like a dream. The more you try to forget things, the more you find yourself closer to the good times you spent together and the memories you made. And as days pass, you cry yourself to sleep hoping maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

And trust me Karan I don't blame any of us. I am just done with this blame game. Because it's got no end. Once you blame yourself for everything that went wrong. Then you blame the other. And then what went right keeps haunting you every now and then. And once it does. Here you go again. So here I sit with my broken heart. Pieces of which I doubt will ever join. But you know it's not the heaviest thing to carry. The heaviest things to carry is- MEMORIES. Because it keeps reminding you of what went right and then what went wrong. And what went right makes you revisit those places where you got hurt, where everything went wrong. And that journey hurts.

Leaving people behind can never be easy. How could it be? How could it not feel like you've lost a slice of your heart when you move away? How could it feel like anything other than an aching emptiness that nothing, but their presence could feel? It just can't. And when it's your love, the process becomes even more difficult. Because it's the same people you have spent so time with, who you have looked up to in difficult moments, who always stood by you when you needed them, but then one fine day they just start drifting away, leaving you behind. Leaving behind the memories, questions, hurt, in total everything behind. And then all of sudden, all you had is lost in a moment. And what do you do now. Where to go. Whom to reach out. Whose name to call. All these questions and lot many crossing your mind. But silence prevailing all around because everyone has left. And there you sit in the corner what to do of this faith that's broken. Faith that they will stay by your side. And now they are gone forever. And you sit with this broken faith in your lap wondering will you ever be able to trust anyone again. Because till now whenever you were in pain, they were there to soothe your wounds. Whenever you felt vulnerable, they there to hide you in there embrace. But now after they are gone you feel that you have lost your everything, because for you they always were your everything. And what's that left behind after everything is gone is big wide vacuum. That seems eating part of us slowly, thought Monami as few tears that were buried somewhere deep within started flowing outwards.

Wo jo tha khwaab saa

Kya kahein jaane dein...

Ye jo hai kam se kam

Ye rahe ke jaane dein...

Once in love, you start dreaming with eyes open. You start weaving a beautiful life ahead with them. Life finally starts making sense. You find yourself smiling as you wait for their arrival in your dreams. But just like most of dreams, this too fade away. And then here you sit surrounded with clouds of unanswered questions, hurt, tears in your eyes and a wound on your heart. You question why me? But the more you scream the more you realize they are gone. The same life that seemed beautiful just a while ago now seems out of colour. The same face with which your eyes and heart had fell in love with now is out of sight. You know at heart that they are gone. Gone far away. Leaving you behind to face this heat, hurt and breakdown all alone. The dream that you had weave of two souls lie shattered in front your eyes. Love indeed is beautiful but sometimes love leads us to wrong directions. Directions that aren't meant for us. Sometimes it leads us to roads that give us only hurt and pain.

They leave. But leave behind the love that they brought along. And there you are wondering how the same love that gave so much comfort once can suddenly become so painful. Your colourful life suddenly starts seeming off colour. I know Karan your leaving was for better. You left but now what do I do of my broken pieces of heart, this heaviness that I feel in my heart and shattered pieces of my soul. The very place that you occupied in my life now is empty. And I fear it forever will remain so.

Kyun na rok kar khud ko

Ek mashwara kar lein

Magar jaane dein...

Why not stop yourselves for some moments and rethink. But just let it go. Because there's no point behind it. I know you are long gone. And you are now somewhere far away, where my hands can't reach out to hold you. No matter how loudly my heart screams for you, I know deep within you aren't going to come back. Because you have moved on Karan. And maybe that's what is stopping me for moving on. Because I still can't accept that this relation doesn't mean anything to anything. Nor it did back then, nor it does it this moment.

Aadatan to sochenge

Hota yoon to kya hota

Magar jaane dein...

I fear from habits these days. Because you developed a habit it becomes difficult to leave that habit. And people in our life too our habits. The we spend time with them the more we become habitual to them, the more we crave for their presence. But people have a habit of leaving. They walk away leaving you in pieces because they may be out of sight but deep within you still carve for them. Ans that's what I fear about people these days.

It all started with a word. Then few more words joined in making it a sentence. Then sentence joined in to turn paragraphs. And look here we stand today holding on to those unsaid words, unanswered questions, unexpressed feelings and unaddressed feelings.

I might wonder as I usually do of what we could have been if things were different. But just let it go.

Beeta jo beete na haaye kyun,

Aaye yoon aankhon mein...

Will past be still called past when it still hurts you in your present? I don't know about you Karan, but I am not able to move on. Move on from what we had. I am not able to move on from memories of us. I am not able to move on from the very fact that you are gone. Gone forever.

Humne to beman bhi socha na

Kyun aaye tum baaton mein...

Wonder why I haven't really gotten past. Of what has passed between us. Maybe because they keep unfolding in front of me. At times I wonder why I still find myself talking about you without you crossing my mind. But truth is what I know deep within my heart that, nor will you return Karan will what has happened is going to change.

Accept it or not some people in life were only meant to cross paths with you. That's all. Nothing more to it. Some people may slip into your life just how first ray of sunshine slips into your rooms tearing all the darkness of the room. And when they leave, they again leave like how last ray of sunshine leaves you room after sunset making it dark again. Making you doubt the very existence of love and all the good in your life. Making you question whether they truly had to leave, because if they did, then why it feel so wrong? Why did it hurt so much? Then you are left with this question why they entered your life at first place? Why they gave hope that they will stay, forever? You scream why. Aloud. But in the silence that now prevails in your surrounding and within you, your voice echoes. The more you seek answers the newer question pop up. But you know the truth that they will never return back. So here you sit in silence of night trying to figure out what to do of these bunch of questions, hurt and pain.

Karan, you know what I am slowly learning to become unattached because the last time I did that, I ended up hurting myself. I am the kind of person who gets attached to the little things in life. From voice notes, to thank you notes, or even gift wraps, I save everything. But the truth is, things change, and all the things that I hoard remind me of the people who have left. And on some evenings, that sucks. I remember those sleepless nights I spent, thinking about the person who made all the promises of this world to me only to leave them unfulfilled. I remember struggling alone with those memories because I was too attached to let them go. I remember the pain, the anxiety and everything I had to go through just because I was too weak to leave those memories behind me, just because I was too scared of things changing around me. The thing is, we have the habit of clinging to old things. Sometimes we become so attached to them that even the thought of change, the thought of new things can turn our world upside down. You see, it's not easy to forget everything so easily, but I have to try. Because holding onto those memories would only cause more pain. So, I am slowly learning to walk away from those memories, those feelings, and those attachments. Because living with it would only cause me more pain and I can't do it to myself again. Not anymore. The more we try to run away from something the more it chases us.

The driver applied breaks of the car. Resulting the car and train of Monami's car stop. She looked around her destination had arrived. The very place where it all began and ended.

Monami got off the car. Looking around filled her heart with a weird kind of heaviness.

*****

That fateful morning flashed in front of his eyes. He flashed open his eyes only to find himself gasping on his bed. He sighed.

That was just a dream, he muttered to himself.

Deep within he wished that this incident was mere just a dream. But it wasn't. This was flashes of what happened that both wished would have never happened.

Shrugging his thoughts off he got out of his bed. Only to find himself surrounded by thoughts yet again.

Poochhte jo humse tum

Jaane kya kya hum kehte

Magar jaane de...

Aadatan to sochenge

Hota yoon to kya hota

Magar jaane de...

You know what Monami it's our human nature to see one side of the story and accept that as whole story. But that's not how it works. Befriending you was part of our plan but falling in love wasn't. But who said things always work as per our plan. If in case you had asked me, I could think of many things I could have said. But just let it go. I wonder as I usually do. Replaying conversation with you in my head. I wish I could get just a chance to sort the mess that spilled between us midways. But life not always gives you second chance. Memories of us still haunt me Monami. The thoughts of what we could have been if things were different makes me keep changing sides on the bed. We all have a picture of how things should be but when things don't work that way. Sometimes the same picture of future that we kept adoring starts bothering us. I know Monami you have your set of questions buried deep within you waiting for me to answer them. And I wish I could answer them. But Monami I know that, nor do you want to see my face nor do you will believe me. And that's okay because the way things ended this was expected. Monami, I wish we could meet somewhere just as ourselves not letting our duties holding us from behind. I know Monami the way things shaped up wasn't the way things should have happened. Monami there is so much to spoken upon and things that need to get sorted. But just let it go. Because I guess the damage done is huge enough to not being able to undo. Some wounds in life are meant to leave behind scars when they heal. No matter what we do the scar stays.

Aasaan nahi hai magar

Jaana nahi ab udhar

It isn't easy, but in no way, I am going back there. Going back to memories of us. Going back to the small world that we had created around us. Going back to the pictures of future us. Going back to you, Monami. Leaving people behind will never be easy. How could it be? How could it not feel like losing a chunk of your heart when you move on? How could it fell like anything other than an aching emptiness that nothing, but their presence could fill in? How could it feel anything less than a kick on your chest? How could it? You know why because people make space for themselves in your life and with time start becoming such a part of your life that when it comes to moving on it feels like moving away from yourself. Those memories of moments spent together flashes in front of eyes. Those childish jokes, laughter, fights and mending up, secrets spelled out into their ears and theirs into yours, that thick wall of trust that you had built along their name in your head, those dreams of spending lives together, that believe that they will always live by your side no matter what, that part of you that believed that he's the one. Love truly is the most beautiful thing that can ever happen to anyone but only if it stays forever. But when suddenly they decide to part ways life shatters in front of your eyes, vision starts getting blurs as the eyes can't hold on the burden of these shattered dreams and beautiful memories they left behind, and with each moment passing the burden on chest starts feeling heavier than before.

Moving on from those you love will never be easy, no matter how much strength you gather in your fists. No matter how much you tell yourself that you will have to, moving will not be easy. It just won't. No matter how much you wish things could change, but deep down you know the truth. And maybe that's what hurts the most about break ups.

Maloom hai jahaan dard hai

Wahi phir bhi kyun jaayein

Wahi kashmakash wahi uljhanein

Wahi Tees kyun laayein...

Our mind plays games with us. Games that seem wonderful for few moments and the very next moments leave us wailing in pain remembering and relieving moments of yesteryears. I wish I could ask my mind why when you know that there is pain, why go back again? Go back to very same place that holds pain and hurt more than ease. Knowingly going back to memory lane of yesteryears, showing flashes of how wonderful things were before they ended midways. Leaving us in pieces. You know the thing with our mind is the more we try to forget something the more it starts flashing afresh in front of our eyes. Weird laws of human mind.

And look at the irony the same moments we wished we could relive. The same moments that left a smile on our lips and happiness in our hearts after they are gone soon becomes the reason to leave behind tears in our eyes and ache in our hearts. So easier our lives would have been if we could just erase the unwanted memories from our minds. It could save us from dealing with the same crisis, issues yet again.

After all, why bring it all over again? Why relive the memories that leaves us in hurt?

Behtar to ye hota

Hum mile hi na hote

Magar jaane de

Aadatan to sochenge

Hota yoon to kya hota

Magar jaane de

Would have been better if we hadn't met at all, is what I end my train of thoughts at on late nights after thinking about you. How simple life would have been, Monami. We met, felt connected but I had to leave when things were too beautiful to be real. I know everything got messed up. And maybe I am at fault. Truth being no matter how much I replay the past it's not going to change and how could it, it's all done already.

But just let it go. Let past go. I might wonder as I usually do of what we could have been if things were different. But just let it go. Because deep within I know it's of no use. I'm sorry for falling in love with you, but how can I apologize for something over which I had no control?

We became friends, shared countless stories, spent delightful moments, experienced crazy adventures, and made numerous memories. We laughed, we cried, and we fought with each other and fought together. And somewhere along the way, I fell for you. You were different. You became the brightest star in my dark sky. And just like that, I never realized when those feelings turned into love. Gosh, what a thing love is – had I never fallen in love with you, I'd have never believed the things they say and write about love. Its beauty, its insanity, and its sorrows. When love comes it melts your heart like nothing else. It's a strong feeling, like you've never expected it to be. Many people try to wait for the right time to fall in love, but your love story might begin at a time you never thought of. How it can be the most comforting yet the most painful thing at the same time? And how can one person love so much that it hurts?

Separation is like a double-edged sword. It not only breaks your heart but also creates a void that no other person can substitution. But the most hurtful part was losing you. And losing our friendship alongside it. I sometimes wish we'd never fall for someone without their permission. It would have saved us from many self-called pain and sorrows.

People say I've become closed off these days. That I'm always spaced out, never present in the moment. Maybe that's because I still think about you all the time. And even though we've grown apart, I still care about you. Even though I don't believe in prayers, I wish that the smile on your face and the happiness in your heart never goes away. Because I still can't let you go. Somewhere deep down, I still love you. I miss us, Monami, said Karan as he let that day flash again in front of his eyes.

That morning like any other regular morning Karan came to greet Monami.

Good morning, Karan. Oh, sorry I mean secret officer Shergill. Karan looked at Monami with utter shock.

W-what are y-you talking-g about Monami, said Karan.

Just as your face Karan those expression of shock that was my exact expression when I got your real identity. Last night you left this in the bunch of files that you were scanning through, said Monami as she showed Karan a pen drive that had fell off from his hands last night.

Karan took out gun hidden in his socks and pointed towards Monami.

A tear fell off Monami's eyes as she took her gun out of her jacket.

So, it was all part of your plan? And Karan I was a mere means to get to your goal. Isn't it, it was all I meant to you? said Monami as hurt was clearly reflecting in her words but still even in that hurt her eyes reflected the fierce lady she was.

Even if I try to explain will you believe me, said Karan.

After all this, never, said Monami as she tightened her grip on the gun.

Then what's the use of asking these questions, said Karan.

But one thing I will let you know Monami, just like you I am too serving my mother land. Risking my life each moment. But just the difference is you are shielding the mother land from this side of the border and I the other side. And who better than you could understand nothing matters in front of mother land. Not even ourself, said Karan as he snatched the pen drive from Monami's hands.

Monami held Karan's shoulder and hit him with her elbow, making him bleed from nose. Monami took the pen drive into her hands. Karan was about to target at Monami when she kicked his stomach. Monami was about to pick Karan's fallen gun when Karan pushed Monami as he snatched back the pen drive. He pushed Monami making her head bump on the wall.

Sorry but I had to do this, said Karan as he fired on Monami.

Hearing the bullet shots, the other army officers ran towards Monami's tent only to find her lying a pool of blood.

People often try to find ways to 'unlove' someone who's no longer a part of their story. I won't say it's bad but I think it's not needed. You are unknowingly hitting a door which doesn't even exist. There's no passage that can take you in the direction of not loving someone anymore. This doesn't happen. What actually happens is that you accept your love for them, wrap it around a box of memories and keep it safe in some far away corner of your mind. But then there are instances where people stop loving those who love them more than anyone or anything. I think it was never really love if it happened once and vanished. Love stays. It's a keeper, of emotions, moments and stories. So, it's okay if they don't 'love you anymore' because maybe they never truly did, wrote Karan on his note pad as he sat in his balcony watching leaves falling off the tree.

Cruel, I know. But let's not confuse this with someone who chooses to leave because they love you. This happens too. Time makes you walk away from people you love because there is something ahead that awaits both of you but in different places and forms. So doesn't matter if you were on the leaving end or the end left behind, you should know the love was real, but it's never enough and it's okay. Long story short, blaming love for not being able to have the person you wanted is as much a waste of time as it is to try and not love someone you used to, wrote Karan before putting his pen and mind at rest.

Love is beyond staying together, it's beyond being apart. It isn't always about happy endings, it's also about a better start. Sometimes life is about jaane de (let go).

One upon a time, we all fell for someone who wasn't meant for us at all, but that didn't stop us. Once upon a time we all fell for someone who wasn't healthy for our heart but that didn't stop us from loving them. 

Hope you liked the story :)