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Hum-Tum

May be it was too late now to understand that the conversations would not take place ever.
May be it was little too late realize to realize that history is never going to strike again, The Good.
The good is not going to happen.
The seed of hatred that was grown couple of years back had now grown into a big tree.
And it had the same fruit with different taste. The taste of being isolated, sorrow, never getting back to normal.
I wish the tree one day has the fruit of friendship & love. That was initially sown before someone came and planted the different one.
May be the characters Hum - Tum become the Best Friends again, before the story ends. Though the life is long but the time is very less and hence can be the journey.
They sprinkled friendship around them but their in their own life one never wanted to see others face and other always prayed for ones well being and coming back.
A nice story of friendship may get a happy ending. 

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