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The sun had quite disappeared by the time I reached the end of the road. Time was within semicolons of inking an agreement with my destiny when I realised that I had lost the battle. Time had taken up cudgels against my fate: I had lost. Things did not turn out the way I thought they would.

They would have taken some steps in my favour, but my destiny has something else in store for me. The looks in their eyes did promise something, I'm grateful to them for the attention that they gave me when everyone else looked at me with contempt, hatred, and suspicion. These moments would be cherished as some good ones for the reset of my life. Every moment of my life has had a different soundtrack, whether it is a big event, like when I got my first salary, or a grand stretch where nothing happened, everything resonates with a different music. The music produced by the attention that they gave me transplanted me to eternity. It could be that I was wrong in gauging the depth of love that I saw in their eyes. The love that I saw in their eyes served as a rocket launcher for my emotions.

My emotions found themselves soaring to the zenith. My life went streaking like a comet along the path shown by my destiny. The infatuation certainly changed everything in my life. Life became beautiful. Everything around me was whitewashed with everything good and beautiful. The zenith to which my emotions were pushed was not new. My life has been an eclectic collection of zeniths and nadirs thrown my way by the flow of time. My feelings for her pushed me to a level higher than the one reserved for Romeo. Like every young lover, I too dreamt of a perfect 'the end' to my love story, but fate had scripted a tragic anti-climax for me. Something exciting awaits me at the other end of the road, I know. I'll have to come to grips with the hard choices that lie ahead for me before I can move ahead. I know that I would have a lot of choices.

The choices that lie ahead do not seem to be enough to curb my soaring emotions. My emotions are in a transit. My emotions have been bristling with my destiny in a bid to transform the landscape of my life. I made a lot of wishes after throwing a coin into the wishing-well. The sedan of life has brought me to eh point where a lot of my wishes have been granted. Fate has certainly been kind enough to grant some of my wishes. I can't grumble against my fate for the wishes that have not been fulfilled.

Fulfillment of wishes is, after all, not what can always be expected of time and fate. Every life is a compromise between fate and time. I too had to make a lot of compromised with my fate when I had the accident. Ht tradition is an eternal one, but when time and fate come to common terms on an issue, the confluence gives rise to some beautiful images.

The beautiful images that her thoughts conjured up shall linger in my memory for a long time to come. They will remind me of the many things that could have happened, that would have happened, that could not have happened, that would not have happened, and that shall happen. They also remind me that I still have a very long way to go; I still have many frontiers to cross. Every milestone of my life would be celebrated. Everyone lives almost the same life with almost similar crests and troughs, the difference is with the celebration. The sun might have disappeared from the horizon, but this makes very little difference for me because a round yellow moon is rising before me, though its rays have not yet out mastered those from the west. I rejoice at this.