"You've changed."

I can’t remember the number of people I’ve said this to. That’s what happens when one is very direct, like an octopus on your face.

This was, I think, in part of me placing my friends and loved ones, especially the most loved, at toweringly high standards. As a young girl, I thought that if I can do x or y right, so can the person I'd speed-dial to.

But what if that person choses y before x? Or a different set of figures? What if views one shared would be on different wavelengths? What if the joke's not funny anymore?

Of course it's disheartening. But to severe all ties?

Now I know I won't. It's 'cos to a new method I've adopted of late. Difficulty level: moderate.

Before I lose whatever average intellect I have (it seems to leave a little at every birthday, just kidding), I ask myself this: "Have I changed?"

This then, calls for an intense introspection. Sometimes I see it, other times I don’t. This sort of trickery works as the focus gets shifted to self. Now, I’m not saying to identify yourself as the root of every problem all time. Come on, you can’t play Eve always! What is ultimately realised is this: If we have the potential to change, so is the one in front of us.

The tentacles loosen up and slowly detach. Knowing that everybody’s changing seems not so cryptic and hurting anymore. It’s because you know you are. The above statement becomes obsolete. A sense of forgiveness and the strength to move on ensues.

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