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Canacona Island is not inhabited by humans. The woods at dawn seem so
                dark, and there is ultimate silence, miles away from all the commotion. We
                start to wander along a solitary path, only to encounter an abandoned boat.

                A  perfect  place  isn’t  a  myth.  You  will  always  find  it  in  the  middle  of
                nowhere.
                   She stops by the end of the island, I stand beside her. There’s nothing to
                be seen except for the horizon that separates the sea from the sky.

                   It is one of  those moments in which you feel bliss in simply existing,
                looking at the sky through the net-like canopy of trees. Sky is hope. Sky is
                possibilities. Sky is perspective. You only see it as far as it is visible, but
                that does not mean that there is nothing beyond. Sailing on ships, I would

                often  do  that.  Youngsters  hooked  to  mobile  phones  will  never  know  the
                pleasure.
                   ‘Why is it so hard to fall out of love?’ I ask her, hopelessly. She never
                asked me to stay. I never told her I would leave. Words left unsaid are the
                hardest to live with. But today is a chance to talk about it.

                   ‘ Loving someone is a decision that we make. You can choose to love
                someone else.’

                   ‘You don’t choose to fall in love with someone, neither do you choose to
                fall out of it. If it was as simple as taking a decision, are all these statements
                like ‘I fell in love’, ‘it was love at first sight’, ‘I could not help but fall in
                love’, ‘love just happens’ bullshit? Void?’

                   ‘We can try. Sometimes, that’s all we can do,’ she says as she holds my
                hand and continues, ‘Why didn’t you ever say it?’
                   I feel a spark of lightning travel down my body. If I had said I love you,

                my  life  would  have  become  much  easier,  my  sufferings  might  have
                mitigated and I would have achieved my ultimate destiny which lies in your
                arms, away from tears, but I feared that the magic which prevails in the air
                marking your presence and which energizes my senses would also be lost.
                The sound of silence strikes a chord deep down under, where neither the
                tears of rain reach nor the thunder.

                   ‘I never wanted to lose you!’
                   ‘I left you,’ she says with equal parts sorrow and regret.

                   This whole concept of time is so messed up. The moment when you meet
                someone determines everything. She might never have felt this when  we
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