Move On : The Only Option You Have Right Now

I was sincere. In fact, we were both sincere to each other. Yet, how could this happen? And, why “I” triggered this?
Out of nowhere, something happened. Something pulled us apart. We are separated without fighting, without telling each other and without any reason.

We walked our own path. We never looked for each other. (It could be my guilty concise, It could be his ego)  Time flies. Days to months and months to years. I knew we loved each other; seven years passed by just like that. It was first love to both of us.

I heard he is getting married.  I got those news two days before his wedding day. I’m helpless. I felt alone. I can’t do much about it.  I’m happy for him though. He MOVED ON. He made his life decision and he is going for it. I can only send my wishes to him over the sky.

I spent years asking the “why” question to the sad ending story. I couldn’t move without knowing the reason. One day, without knowing I learnt to accept the fact “it’s not meant to be” and I and he wouldn’t have been who we are today if it is not the way it is.

I accepted the fact. I tell myself “you have to MOVE ON; you have no other option”. Then, I MOVED ON.

I MOVED ON that I do not want look back.

I MOVED ON and learnt to bury the memories.

I MOVED ON stopped looking for an answer.

I MOVED ON and stopped thinking.

I MOVED ON left all the sadness.

I MOVED ON leaving my past behind.

I MOVED ON to be myself.

I’m glad I MOVED ON.

P.s. My past on his birthday. “Happy Birthday”- Remembering the written word in the unsent cards

Tatta, (Bubbye)

#tamaka 

People Are Insane 

Scenario: While seeking for used chair; I saw this man having fun with a bird. The left leg of the bird tied to tiny yarn. He threw the bird over the sky and pulling the yarn; enjoying the pain of the bird. People are watching it and not bothered at all. I decided to confront him. I walked to his tiny grocery shop.

Me: Why you want to do that?

Him: 😶

Me: Where is the bird (in hindi)

Him: Saya takra faham. (I don’t understand)

Me: Where is the bird?

Him: Hand gesture 👋 (No more)

Me: I saw it just now, you are holding it.

Him: 😶

Me: Release the bird now. I’ll be standing here until you release it.

Him: 😶

Me: NOW. Release it. Have you married?? Do you have kids?

His Friends: He is single.

Me: Get married and have a child. Then, you will know the pain. You are crazy. Your brain is corrupted.

His friends: 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

Him: I’m married with two kids.

Me: Tell him not to do this again. If not, I’ll report him. Your friend is a crazy man.

He cut the yarn and took a snap of the bird. Then, he released the bird over the sky and gestured good bye.

Him: Sorry.

Me: Don’t say that to me. Say that to that poor bird.

I walked away.

He is a bad example of a Bangladeshi.

We should educate people not to find pleasure in someone’s pain.

STOP supporting ‘just kidding’ kind of shows.

Tatta, (Bubbye)

#tamaka