The Last Meeting

Before life quietly turns its page and the universe decides to set two souls apart, it offers them one last chance — a final moment to meet, to feel, to breathe in each other’s presence. Often, they don’t realize it’s the last. They laugh, talk, touch, maybe even fight a little, unaware that this is the moment they’ll look back on — again and again.

If only time paused right there.
If only guilt and fear hadn’t crept in between.
If only that moment could be lived just a little longer.

There’s a kind of heartbreak that words often fail to hold — the heartbreak of watching someone you love walk away, not because love was lacking, but because circumstances were louder than feelings. That helplessness… when you stand frozen, watching everything slip from your hands. You wish you could change it all, pull them back, hold everything tightly before it all shatters.

It’s not just about a person leaving. It’s about a whole world walking away — the dreams, the laughter, the warmth. You wish you could gather every broken piece before it scatters — save it, hold it close, protect what was so lovingly built.
But life doesn’t wait. And people don’t always stay.
Maybe that’s what makes the last meeting so haunting — because you never know it’s the last until it’s long gone.

So, if you’re ever given a moment — one last hug, one last smile, one last glance — hold it. Let it linger. Because you might be unknowingly living the theory of the last meeting.

“कुछ अलविदाएँ सिर्फ़ लम्हों की होती हैं, लोग तो हमेशा दिल में रह जाते हैं…”