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The days, they pass by in the blink of an eye. Life changes in the blink of an eye; people move away - some part with us for reasons unknown, and some part with us in keeping with the fundamentals of the universe. Death snatches from us our beloved people, leaving us to mourn and strive to fill up the void their departure creates. It's tough, this thing called life. 

 We  grieve for the ones who loved and left and then slowly begin living a life without them around. We assure ourselves we will get over it all - the sorrow, not the person lost - but, alas, we don't. We only get used to looking at our world differently. We adapt ourselves to the glaring absence of that one soul around whom our world once revolved.

 We cry our hearts out remembering the minutest details of their last moments with us. But then, after the tears have all dried up, there comes this phase when everything feels strange. The deafening silence in the house, the sudden change in our everyday lives, the …

Sweet memories.

We bloggers do stumble upon writing prompts in the unlikeliest of places, don't we?  Like I did, just a while ago. Of course, it isn't the unlikeliest of places; it's a blog I just visited where my dear friend,  Shailaja,  has written a beautiful post - do visit her. But, it was there, that I remembered a time from years ago, which prompted me to write this post!

Let me begin by asking you a fun question.

Do you remember which cosmetics you owned or used for the very first time in your life? How did it make you feel?

Mine has to be a bright orange nail polish my mum bought for me, quite surreptitiously, I must say!

Back then, when I was in school, we weren't permitted to use cosmetics, jewellery, et al. But, that's precisely why I loved wearing those things so much!  I remember vividly, I had this pair of blue and white studs - the cheap plastic ones we got for a few bucks - that matched with my school uniform. And, every day, as I got ready for school, my hand wo…