
life plays games, some time it looses to death. today i was going through my friend list after a long time. saw Anzo, and i could not control myself to open his profile. But i guess i could have still been able to be normal, but the moment i saw his dad's scrap, those words just pierced through me. my soul was left bare, open to the onslaught of emotions. that one line in such simple words made me fill up with pain in heart and tear in my eyes. life is uncertain, death is not. its certain, final, the end of a life full of memories, emotions and most important hope... but the thing is that it never ends, it stays alive in the eye of the people who matter. the hope, that out of blue, he will still walk in, never goes away. i have started to believe in reincarnation, i just wish it's true, something like that happens. Anzo to me was not just a friend, he was my brother, or may be something more than that. his loss had left me shattered and the broken pieces of heart still pierce the soul. i have started hating my city, the city had given me more pain than i can endure. for me, it's a city of broken dreams. i hate going out of my home. Anzo, you came , you enjoyed and you conquered many hearts. God bless you.


