She was no longer wresting with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

It doesn't matter, that's the point. It doesn't matter that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. People matter, how they feel, how they connect. Who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes.

Rashness belongs to youth; prudence to old age.

Sometimes a silent smile 
 Speaks more then thousand words

Written By Dipesh jha

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