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Ah men...amen!

The idea was actually Abhishikta's - on  one of those chats when we exchanged about "Ah men !" :)
Since my colleagues are mostly 20s and 30s the "love" factor is often discussed. There take is that old people do not fall in love - and I fall in that old category ! My indignant "Why not?" got drowned in Sid's flat statement " Tumi ki oi shob hyapa nebe naki ? Dibbi toh achcho - independent , free !" Ah men ....they can fall in and out and roll all over , so why can't we? The age  old debate....
A childhood friend recently broke up on his marriage of 30 years. I never thought he would be able to walk out and live with his girlfriend openly and not hide it- I never thought he would have the guts to make her socially acceptable. I was saddened by the break , but then being non judgmental I accepted his decision without much "Why did you and how could you?"s !!!
But at times I do wonder what would have happened if the scenario was the other way round ? If she walked out on him and found someone ? What kind of stories would I hear then?
Closer home Bhaskar loves his solo breaks - going away and out ! I get an earful when I go off for the 3 weeks of training. I feel saddened that my me- time time will end soon ! Cos all my memorable trips have been without my spouse !!!
Amen to that !
Heartbreaks come at all ages I guess and the result is usually a lot of moping , mooning, nostalgia and giving up on something that reminds of him/her :) While I am going through a heartbreak of a different kind , I get to hear all kinds of heart ache syndrome. Once I asked Chibu " tor dukhkho hochche na?" and he said, " onek to holo dukhkho....aro koto?" It's something probably I will agree too - yes there is a point and a saturation point , and both of us are termed as " heartless" by different people at different times.I guess attachments are difficult for me - and may be it is all in the genes....
From Ah men ...to amen !  To a life of peace and happiness ....

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  1. Abhishikta30 April 2015 at 02:13

    On a completely different context, may God Bless you two :)
    Also, lovely post

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    1. amrita30 April 2015 at 08:26

      Thanks for the idea beautiful :) These days you are in my priority list when I pray! bless u too :D

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    2. Abhishikta30 April 2015 at 11:23

      Aww :*
      The power of prayer and the distant patience Nobel that is mine :P

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