Letting go. Sounds so simple doesn't it ? Just two words that neither rhymes nor gives an impression that they are anything more than mundane. Yet those two innocent words kept me away from this familiar song of my keyboard for a while. The first time I seriously thought about the idea of letting go was when I read an article in one of ancient editions of Reader's Digest from my dad's collection, back in the days when the magazine held some serious content (if you were willing to overlook the unabashed admiration of capitalism). It was about two people who met in New York and made each other immeasurably happy. They loved each other yet due to some twist of fate (I cannot exactly remember what), they got separated. Fast forward ten years, they are happily married with children and by chance, meet each other at the place where they used to meet in their youth. Then it goes on describing how they meet occasionally, now close friends. At that time I felt the...
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