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Not because she wore the nicest dress, Not because she was the smartest woman I had met, Not because she was the prettiest girl in the crowd, Not because she had the most divine smile I had ever experienced, It was because sometimes it takes a lifetime or more to know, Why you fell in love….. Not because she loved me more than I thought one could be loved Not because she accepted all my petty mistakes and forgave me, Not because she cared for me like I was her world, Not because she made me a better man than I was, It was simply because sometimes it takes a lifetime or more to know How much one can be loved … I love her just a little more, little more than my own life… I treasure every moment I spent with her, In my memory she still lives, Call it fate, call it destiny, this wasn’t how I dreamed of it, She left because she had to… I am still madly in love with her, Not because there aren’t other great women around … It’s because, sometimes it takes a lifetime or more To forget…....

I stood there in the middle of the world, Guilty and ashamed. Not embarrassed by anyone but myself, Wished I was invisible to the world, Wished I knew no one… Prayed and pined, I hadn’t done all those things.... No one but me was to be blamed.... Did I ever get over the past? I stand to know.. I fight a battle that has to be won... Not against the world, not against my enemies, but the ghosts of my past .. I choose to fight the battle, Because, I will not let past consume me, I will stand to silence the ghosts within me…. I will fight alone; I will fight myself….. I will LIVE...   Long since I've posted here.... This one goes out to all the folks who are fighting their own battles... Wrote this one with a purpose to inspire and let the world know.... Every battle in life is worth fighting, there are no small ones or big ones and there are definitely NO losing battles. Every battle we  are in, we live and learn.  On that note, I'll be right back with part-11 of Rema...

After a crazy coupla weeks. New workplace, crazy semester at college only meant no time for anything! But, I felt the compulsive need to write. So here goes the penultimate part of The Remains of a Lost Heart. Yep, this tale is gonna end soon. Keep reading. Read and Enjoy this one. Chapter 10 - The Beginning of the End He woke up with a start. He realized that not telling Divya about his past with Nisha could harm the bliss in both their lives. Divya did not demand to know, but, he knew he would feel much better if he told her anyways. He had to look for the right time to bring it up with Divya and tell her. But, the previous night was a real awakening for Arya or so he thought. “Divs, Sweetums wake up. We need to head to meet Professor Comer today morning in his office. So, get ready and gimme a buzz sugar. We’ll head for breakfast and then straight to school.”, Arya mollycoddled.  She replied weakly as she tossed and turned on her bed, “Ok dude. Will do. Love ya…See you so...

As crazy as it might sound, I was at Niagara this weekend and also college work has been keeping me completely tied up. I am seriously trying very hard to keep the parts coming on time. I am going to try harder for the next one. Read and enjoy the next chapter in their lives. Chapter 9 - Guilt and Voices from the Past They saw each other on webcam every day and as the days went by, they only missed each other’s company more and more. The three painful months of separation went by and Divya returned. She called him as soon as the flight landed. It was to take her another half hour to get home. He had waited three full months, but, the last half hour was even more torturous than all the time apart. He walked from corner to corner inside his apartment. She called him the moment she arrived. He met her at the sidewalk in front of her apartment. She got out of the cab and ran straight into his arms. The cab driver had put her luggage out behind her and had left by the time they decid...