they were different..different in almost all the tangibles.. at times even probably in some of the intangibles.. they were different in their basic form of existence..they were both in different eras of time of their life.. they were different in probably every other aspect that any outsider looking at them could have ever percieved..
yet, they were similar.. similar in existence.. in the intangibles.. they thought alike.. they felt alike too.. they had the same concerns.. and yes, even the same reasons for scolding-session..
they were both situated miles apart form each other.. yet they were bound by this thread of commonness..they never conspired, but anybody could have been easily fooled into that.. they never shared a smile..never even a same room.. yet they always managed to feature together, woven together by the string of conversations..and yes, in a same room, where it would all transpire at the end.. so different.. so distant.. and yet so close and so concurrent..neither knew of either's immediate existence, but either was aware of each other's pure existence..
He was aware of his friend's mother.
She was aware of her daughter's friend.
yet, they were similar.. similar in existence.. in the intangibles.. they thought alike.. they felt alike too.. they had the same concerns.. and yes, even the same reasons for scolding-session..
they were both situated miles apart form each other.. yet they were bound by this thread of commonness..they never conspired, but anybody could have been easily fooled into that.. they never shared a smile..never even a same room.. yet they always managed to feature together, woven together by the string of conversations..and yes, in a same room, where it would all transpire at the end.. so different.. so distant.. and yet so close and so concurrent..neither knew of either's immediate existence, but either was aware of each other's pure existence..
He was aware of his friend's mother.
She was aware of her daughter's friend.
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