Pain- we dramatize you to produce a best-seller; we romanticize you to melt our lady-love’s heart; we exaggerate you to gain sympathy. Someone left us, we left someone. Some kept their promises; some of the latter we broke. Someday some city-mate Romeo wrote a poem on you to impress me but my costlier heart was not on reduction sale up to his half-a-dollar gift. But, while this trade, we both forgot to ask you for the copyright, my dear Pain. We, we all that day forgot and forget to thank you for building us stronger. The roller-coaster keeps swirling, at the ground, you were always to purify us, at the sky, you juxtapose- ‘how happy we are now’; among all, you were the only constant- sometimes as mere retrospect while sometimes my guide. But our lives are too enriched with your different forms to thank you once. Thank you pain, for being with me.

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