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One last glance at him, one last glance at the penthouse suite, and then I was a minuscule creature below the grand marble arch entrance of the penthouse suite; the residence of the wealthy in the suburbs. Then I took a few steps further to the boulevard ahead of me. I dared not turn back for I might just change my mind and run back to his suite; knocking like crazy on his door, begging him to let me in. The breeze became more volatile the further I left the boulevard. I walked towards the coastline. Sand made its way into my ballet flats, causing my skin to feel its rough friction against my flats, but I was too determined to be distracted by it. Then I walked towards the rising tide. I saw waves; its crests subtle and light in movement. Now, at the edge of land and sea, the sun had yet to shine and the moon yet to fade away. I felt that I was here; I knew I was here; I could feel my joy and my sorrow; everything and nothing flashed before me. I brushed the flapping shawl away from my chest and touched the icy cold moonstone at my neck. I felt the weight of the world in a tiny moonstone; a stone which had been with me throughout my life, dangling in front of me like a sacred pendant. Gazing at the stone, I knew I could no longer keep it. That time had passed. I wanted to move on, and the stone reminded me of all that was; the pain, the joy, the sorrow.
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"All I need to understand is that you have thought a great deal about your company. You care for your company and you are seeking to turn it over. Your father would have been proud of you - your very efforts are what matters." I said."Lila, what you said means a lot to me." He said quite suddenly.After which, he proceeded to lightly touch the sleeves of my dress. He seemed to admire the embroidery of the red poppies on the fabric."Finding my way doesn't seem as painful when I am talking to you. You should have been my shrink." He said."I'm no shrink but I can listen. Let me be your confidante." I said, really meaning it.His gaze was glued at the embroidered flowers. They were slightly raised from the fabric due to the rich threading of the artisan's handiwork."Like the embroidered flowers on your sleeves, it takes time to get such intricate stitches don
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"Are you still depressed because of Clara?" I asked."I'm not sure." He said."She was the starting point of my downfall. When she left me, I did not care about anything else. I let go of my life. Now I'm trying to pick the pieces together but every time I try, it seems like I'm falling two steps backwards. I wonder what's the point? I keep on reliving the same day over and over again. I just could not move forward. The ghosts of the past haunt me." He said.His gaze was a confused one. His eyebrows furrowed deep. Instinctively I lay my free hand on his forehead; gently sliding my hand over those worry lines."One step at a time. It's only human to fall back now and then. Give yourself time." I said softly.I looked at his face. He need not look older than he was. I thought that getting him to talk would be the only one thing I could do, since he did not want me to warm up his be
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"Treasuring things are a proven technique to help combat pain if there is no one around. It works, at least for me." I said."Does this not go against your staying detached principle, the ones you learnt from the monks?" He asked, as if opening the floor for a debate."It doesn't. People compromise your feelings but things don't demand anything of you. You would agree with me that it's so much easier to stay detached towards things. A rich man like you can always get new things to suit your whim and fancy. Like that, you would never stay too attached too long to anything at all." I said.I was twisting Buddhist meditation principles around to suit my current situation. I made it more practical. It was easy to achieve enlightenment if you were alone.He chuckled. He then talked about another thing in his life- his company. He started off cheerily about the early days of taking over from his father. Th
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I also relieved my pleasant afternoon at the boulevard, by the sea, with my books, with the piano, with music, with that scribbled note. My eyes shone just thinking about my secret admirer."What are the loves of your life?" I asked, feeling bold enough to ask him a question."Clara. She was my ex-girlfriend. I told you about her yesterday. I loved her so much that I could not let go. My whole life crumbled when she left. I was devastated. I resorted to alcohol and drugs to kill the pain. It became an addiction. I lost friends. I lost a whole chunk of my life. People started avoiding me. I was in and out of rehab. It came to a point when I realized that I was all alone." He said.He gestured at me with his hands, as if beckoning me."You see, Lila I travelled a lot those days. Never grown roots to any one place. Always left after the fun or challenge, whichever came first, was over. I was easily exci
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