Grief.

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When Lata Ji sang " Jeevan ka Matlab to Aana or Jana hai", I never knew that grief is only about being sad but it is about losing a part of yours.
Today I realize it because my heart mourns today out of respect.
I remember meeting Khusi Ji on the first day of my job. The most youngest of all.Seeing him you can say that he is just of maximum 20 years but he was 26.He was from Rajasthan and got married at the age of 23. He had a beautiful family with 2 kids. I always met him happy. He always used to do work what has been told, and always walked with a happy mood.
Offcourse sometimes while working there were some dissagreements that used to happen but at the end we all knew that he understands.
And we never felt his presence as much as we feel his absence today.
Two days back we lost him and being the youngest of everyone he left us so early.
He gave company 17 years of his life without complaining without demanding. All the extra hours and half days and fun came to end.
This is not a good bye note for him but this makes me realize why people say its important to take things granted because they will be no worth of you thinking about it when its gone for once.
There is no right time to clear things, to solve problems, to say sorry to whom you must have hurt alot, to whom you love and then there is no right time to forgive someone.
Life is a circle you will move around and keep meeting the same people.Some will stay forever but someone will not.
Hate will never matter but it just keeps your way blocked.
That is what I have learnt and That is what I have shared.

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