"One day she asked him, “You haven’t changed at all in all these years.” He looked at her and replied, “If I hadn’t changed, that would be a shame on me. Because if I were still the same person, I’d be the man who lost you. If there’s anything life allows us to change, I would change tomorrow into who I am today— because becoming this version of myself is the only way I survived losing you.” Today, when I stand in front of you, maybe your hand is holding mine, maybe your eyes are closing softly. But you belong to someone else now. And I am about to belong to someone else too. Maybe we are still each other’s— maybe, somewhere, you are mine and I am yours. But that’s not the truth. You don’t know anything. You don’t know how, after your absence, I shattered myself for you— and then had to rebuild myself from the pieces. After your anger, life made a fool of me. It stripped me, reshaped me, hardened me. Today, I am not the same person you once knew."

— mahajan

"When I look at you, I feel a gentle feminine energy—something divine, something rare. The aura you carry is extraordinary; it draws me in without effort. Your smile feels like it belongs only to me, as if it was meant to find me. And your eyes… they speak a language of their own. They reveal the love you hold for me, telling me everything you want to say without a single word."

— Mahajan

"Imagine having a hug in the middle of the road, with no one around, just a cool breeze."

— Mahajan

"I’m in that phase where I hate the things you did, not you. Where the anger is for the moments, not the person. My love for you stays the same — as it was, as it is, and as it will always be"

— Mahajan

"Every time, it feels like I want a little more of you."

— Mahajan

"Call me when your heart recalls, I smiled again. Because if I truly followed that, I’d be calling you every single second — my heart recalls you that often. My silence never really breaks, and my memories never stop thinking about you"

— mahajan