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Reading messages from 2019 brought back memories of post divorce healing. It literally was a lifetime ago but nonsensical version of perpetrators tickles in an unpleasant manner.

I do feel like replying to every single message with the correct version of history but enough to say that my ex has gotten a second divorce and this time his wife had to literally leave the country to save herself and her 2 boys. The irony was in her reaching out to me on Facebook for moral support and sharing her Khula journey when I least expected.

I'm on the journey of discovering a new me, and I like where I am.

An impression on the mind is an impurity. Good or bad, doesn't make a difference, an impurity is an impurity and it stops us from becoming the best version of ourself. Have to cleanse the impurities, the good impressions and the bad impressions projected by others and start looking at life for what it really is.

Remember: When someone says something mean or something good to you, it's about them and has nothing to do with you.

Contentment.

Have to be content with what you have and how you feel.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

H: what gyaan?

SAN: the one that you keep giving to everyone else.

To the couple who drifted apart after a decade or so,

I see a lot of you in each other you know

The things he notices, the things she says,

Even without an effort complement anyway

It’s been around a year of decade apart too,

But the traces of each other remain within you two

I’m sure if someone pointed them out you’d want to change,

Or maybe by now you’ve learnt to embrace

Learnt to own the part of you, the part of you that doesn’t belong to you

Doesn’t belong to you, but somehow defines you

Defines you better than the image you see,

In the eyes of others too, better than how you’d define thee

Makes me think about the things we can’t see,

The darkness, the scars that run deep

They must have left a greater mark, haven’t they?

But if I were to ask you, I know you couldn’t say

Wouldn’t necessarily deny, so probably you know it too,

And maybe you see it, feel it, breathe it through

And if you don’t then allow me to remind you,

You are no longer merely just you, but also a shade of who used to be with you.