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The wooden bench and relations...

This wooden bench being overused
Is not tired of welcoming 
Then, why do we tire?
Of people, love and relations?
Has time shrunken our hearts? 


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  1. Such an inspiring thought, it's high time to sit up and take notice of none other but our very own selves, before it's too late.

    PS: Wow, a 'Sims' tree - sounds so exciting! Many many congratulations on your win, dear - here's to many more :) :)

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    1. Retrospection is all we need :)
      Yeah :D I'd be happy if you pay a visit to Sims tree some time. Thanks, Arti ^_^

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  2. Time definitely has shrunken a lot of things. Realtionships included.

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  3. I guess because we overthink and that leads to feelings like jealousy, competition etc.

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    1. Maybe, maybe not... Welcome to my blog, Alok ji! :)

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  4. t's funny how when we see this empty bench it projects sadness. What would we see if there was a happy child stting in it? it is true we tire of maintaining relationships sometimes but in the end it is worth every minuet

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    1. It all depends on our perspective :)
      And yes, I agree. In the end relations are worth it, no matter if we get tired of them.
      Thanks Mandy!

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  5. Oh that's marvelous, indeed!

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  6. Ah, the bench perhaps doesn't live life with some relations. So it's always welcoming. We on the other hand are emotional. We know we can't tolerate certain people, certain relations, so we tire of them :P :)

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  7. Because it is easier for us to take everything for granted.

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  8. So beautifully written dear Simran. Meaningful and poignant lines that make you contemplate :)

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