Déjà vu

Strings of endless calls, outpourings of the deepest of emotions, sleepless nights and a pleasant kaleidoscope of love, affection et al. Then there were those fights, those petty arguments, sometimes ending in a warm blanket of mush and sometimes brewing into a heated fight…blown out of proportion. The tears came next. Those incessant streams that refused to stop. The hurt and the pain…the longing to make up, but pride coming in the way. Hours turned into days and days into months. It was the same story again and again till it stopped one fine day. They’d had enough.

Grief was unfathomable, loneliness all pervading. But somewhere mingled with all this, there was perhaps a vent. A breath of fresh air seeped in. Somewhere another voice called. It brought in a promise of a fresh start.

Then it began all over again……………….