Relationships Change, Attachments Remain (poem)

That morning, I was writing in the park amidst crying and giggling of about 10 toddlers and crawlers. They with their mothers, grandparents or nannies, were playing in the sand pit or were coming down the slide.

But my eyes got hooked on a toddler, who was merrily running around with a big-green balloon, holding on to its satin-red string.

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That 20 month old boy was happily playing with a balloon.
Just as, my dear friend was happily married for eight years.

Suddenly, when the balloon busted, the boy slammed his forehead.
Just as, when her husband walked out, she felt devastated.

Next, the boy tried putting the scattered balloon together.
Just as, she cried-and-longed for her husband to return.

Then, the boy continued running with the string, till he saw nothing fly.
Just as, she continued to be attached for many months, till she hit the dead end.

Finally, he started walking away, to find other things to play.
Just as, she started seeking within, to shift her focus off pain.

Balloon busted, but its string remained.
Just as, relationships change, but attachments remain.

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Aum Tat Sat