I was having this conversation with this guy.... he was quite old.. wrinkled face big and broad forehead ... almost perfectly gray hairs with all his tooth intact... or may be they were artificial, but i think they were natural....
So we were talking about this life .... how we live and when and where we do mistakes , how we come realisation that a mistake was done etc etc....
So I told him the story of this guy who claimed to be in love and then had said that he will never be able to live if he did not find his love.....
The old man was quiet and listening very carefully to wat i had to say... then he brushed his hands on his eyes, this is when it reminded me his eyes were perfect ....
He said "Son ... I was in college wen i first met her it was not love at first sight. We met over and over again, it was not falling in love with her with the passage of time. Then we moved apart, i missed her, I missed her presence in my life, and if i say now I missed myself the way I was when she was around."
"I married the same girl, lived my live with her in a perfect way. Then one day she left me, never to come back, I could not gather myself for almost an year, I was still missing her but then i realised i had her enough to miss her anymore. She is so much a part of me in the way i do things that I don't miss her."
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