Dear ..... ,

Thank you for the life that you gave me, but I chose my own path. It was too different from yours and all detours have been obliterated. Sorry that it happened that way, maybe it had to happen like that.
Now that we have laid to rest each other it is time to get on. Move on to other grounds. Search for newer adventures in this one life that we have. All of us. Let us just keep the memories embedded deep , for to make them resurface will be too painful and too ugly. For they will be accompanied with the darkness.
Let it be put away as once upon a time.
Once upon a time there was a small happy family with all the dark sides kept ignored, for each had their own and did their best to hide them. All succeeded but one-the ugly duckling. For she was sick and tired of living the hidden lies. But her truth was a tornado. It engulfed the whole family. She betrayed her family for her freedom. Yes it will be better to say that she betrayed her family. That would satisfy all. And easy to put the blame. To defy tradition is betrayal. To live a hidden life is betrayal but to reveal it and then accept it , is the ultimate betrayal. So she betrayed them all- mummy, daddy and her best friend – the one she loves the most –her sister. They all were hurt , more than they had imagined for what had happened was more than anyone had imagined.
Anyway , it happened as it had to happen.
It will be unjust to say that the ugly duckling didn’t miss her family or didn’t try making things right. But it had become too messy. For her defiance had raised many questions. It had opened the lid of the dark truths- shared by all and hidden by all. And the tornado became stronger. And the best was to walk away.
So the family portrait was readjusted. The image of the ugliest of them all was erased. And as she had accepted the betrayal it was decided she be forgotten. Forgiveness and forgotten- these words became too mixed up. Can’t say really on who gave up on whom but eventually the doors were shut. For tradition teaches us how to live itself but not how to live life. It becomes far more important than anything in life. It becomes the faith, the belief mixed with other things. While life happens somewhere outside and tradition keeps on living itself through generations, through relations and even through betrayals.

So after some years of once upon a time, when in between life stopped for sometimes on both the sides, forgiveness totally vanished. While we pretend to forget each other life goes on and we all move on.

With love always,
manmeet