Sometimes.........when love and respect fade away.......

 We often start the journey towards the destination(though temporary) and always believe that the way would turn out to be more joyous than the experience of reaching the destination despite its adversities. And on that road we hold hands of some people........who we expect will always be there with us, for us.......for whom we feel our reaching the destination is as important as theirs.........for whom we think that our success brings equal amount of happiness as their own..........for whom our smile or tear can be a driving force........ But as the road gets tougher, we sometimes feel that those people now want to leave us behind......for them our happiness is not a reason to rejoice..........for them our smile is not sunshine, though tears might still remain a driving force..........But, eventually we cannot separate ourselves from them......... And we go on and on.......as silent travelers, often looking towards each other giving a false hope...........And the following lines are the true description.........

हम तुम दोनों दोस्त पुराने सदियों की मजबूरी के ,

इससे बढ़कर तुम ही बोलो और भी कोई रिश्ता है?