"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