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I have a deep fascination for incomplete stories. There's no way of knowing what kind of twists and turns are yet to be seen in the tale and whether the end will a part of someone's reality or will it remain a figment of our imagination. The reason why I have such a deep fascination for incomplete stories is because I can't stand them. I need to know how it ended and will leave no stone unturned to find out.

That's exactly how it happened last evening as I sat down to write about an incomplete chapter in my life and how it often comes back to haunt me with an agony, that cannot possibly be put down in words. Not only is that chapter ridden with the deepest sense of guilt it is also one that is difficult to tell. So after an hour and a half for searching the right words last evening and matching them to my sentiment and writing down a decent post about that incomplete chapter I decided to put it to print. Viola! The website crashed. No matter how much I tried, there was no retrieving the expression.

I have saved the post on a notepad on my computer but I have a bad feeling that I may not be able to post it now. The moment is lost and the post remained unpublished. I guess some stories are not only meant to be incomplete in nature, their reference too remains an incomplete expression.

Photo courtesy : The Unfinished Swan

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