From ‘to the Moon and Never Back’ to ‘to the Hell for Permanent’, sometimes people take a terrible turn.
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Standing on the terrace this 'Karaka Chaturthi' (Karva Chauth) evening, witnessing upper-class Indian women, adorning dazzling attire, holding decorated sieves in their hands, worshipping the Moon, expressing love for their partners, and praying for their happiness and long life (the toxic woke and obsessed feminists crying in the corner), made me dive deep into the memories from past. Memories of delightful remorse, toxic positivity, and broken loyalty, forced me to realize once again that not all the 'moons' deserve immense love & admiration, neither spread radiance, nor are the epitome of grace. Some are baleful meteors, draped like an exotic moon, falling down to new lows every passing day (from once being on zenith), eventually striking hard on your peace, and leaving your entire life in shambles.
This is a telling story of the forced transition of the person I used to read as one of the fondest chapters in my life's book. Unfortunately, it has now been deleted, leaving behind scores of misimpressions. A chapter I once used to invest my heart and soul into has now been reduced to a silly point in the notes section, that is faulty as well and holds no more value.
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From making promises of lifelong togetherness to knitting stories of unparalleled love; the inauspicious meteor played a foul game of deceit, hiding its real face, and portraying itself as a real treasure. While in actuality, all it knitted was an evil collar around my neck, binding me to fall in love with pain, and ultimately marrying with suffocating slow death.
Those who climbed the ladders of glee and gratefulness seeing their partners fasting for them, and expressing loads of care towards them this ‘Karva Chauth’; should tread carefully ahead as the road to hell often passes initially through the magnificent lanes of havens. Those firmly holding your hand today, may not just drastically shake it off tomorrow, but also mutilate it with the thorns they hide deep in their hearts.
Long story short, let the Moon permanently set that deserves so in your life, as a serene ‘Amavasya’ (new moon) is way better than a distressing ‘Purnima’ (full moon) in the long run.
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‘Hey, are you crying? Come, I'll wipe your tears with napkins…soaked in chilli powder, and give your injured body a tight hug…further pressing your wounds', memories poked from behind.