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Life is like a little message in a bottle to be carried by winds, tides and faith that it will reach to the destined person. Leo told me you wrote a letter, put it in a bottle and threw it in water for the tides to take control before it reached me. He said it thrilled you. In my anticipation, I am always at the seashore waiting for the note you wrote to me. In fact, I bought a house on the shore so that I could spend the entire day waiting for your letter to wash away on the shore.  Earlier I was angry with you. I always had questions in my heart as to Why did you have to leave? Couldn't you wait until we saw each other one last time before you go sailing? But then I remember you saying, the sea has its own way of making lovers meet. And that I'm your second love, the sea being the first. It is 6 years since you last visited. In these years I received 3 goodbye notes of sailors and one love note but not yours. I wrote to you 312 letters. One every wee...

I learnt that not forgiving people for the hurt they have caused only freezes our tender lil soul. And someone said it right what is life if we don't have a free soul? Ultimately its not always about what people will think. Its about how you want to think about yourself. Its about how you feel about yourself when you look into that mirror. Its about, if you want to let go of all the foul things that has happened to you. Letting go doesn't always mean you leave a person. It also doesn't mean to let them know, sometimes its as simple as praying for their well being.