She wished that she could translate pain into words. She wished that when two people have been holding hands for so long, they would never let go – but they do. She wished that trust and faith never wavered, but it always does. She wished care, ehsaas and understanding in love remained perpetual, but it does not.
There are no rights. There is no one right and one wrong. There is just sometimes.. the reality. They are drifting towards opposing poles, and looking at each other with sad, melancholy looks and none of them can do anything about it. They all really tried, but then all try , try agains do not result in success. Some tries just fail.
We are failing. Us.
And when both of us are drowning, how can we save each other?