Life in pieces...
We live our life in pieces a little here n a little there so we could spend time with everyone and be at every place. But as time goes by we realise that we are torn in so many pieces that there's no one and there's no place where we are needed as a whole.. The sense of incompleteness never leaves our mind. The reality that those pieces that we lend to everyone was never acknowledged haunts. While everyone cherishes the whole companions, we stand there alone and broken into pieces. But doesn't it count ? The part that we played? the memories that we made? the lives that we touched? It does!! Then where do v go wrong n lead ourself to a situation like that... actually living life in pieces is really not that bad. The only thing to be cautious about is you should neither break yourself so much that it becomes difficult to gather yourself back nor be scared so much from being broken that you miss a part you could have played or a life that u could have touched...the ...