Shift+Delete

It's a clean slate. Once again. Everything that was connected with that place has been erased. At one stroke. I have, consciously, erased everything that was connected with them. Even a single thin thread could lead to the re-connection. From their messages to their numbers, and numbers of all those with whom I was connected to solely because of them. Everything's been erased. Alas, I would never have a chance to know a few of those connections - those, whom I had hoped to meet one fine day. Now, that day would never come.

I am ready for all their curses. It's a matter of fact for me now. I gather curses of all and sundry along the way. But sooner or later, they turn out to be blessings in disguise!!!

What was it that they had clung to? Was it my love for them? Ofcourse not - because it was all so made up!!! And ofcourse, one of them knew it from the beginning!!! That one had categorically mentioned "It looks so much plastic, so unreal and so fake..." And I had smiled then - one more of my plastic smile.

And yet, the web grew.

What was it, then?

Their own expectations.

Their own blissful hopes.

Their own gratification.

I guess so.

If everything was their own - what was mine??? Virtually - nothing. Absolutely nothing.

If there was nothing of mine with them, then what have they got to lose? Obviously - nothing.

The loss - if I can call it that - is wholly mine. And no one has a claim on it.

Cheers to the end of one story. Cheers to the beginning of another.