"Happiness is a mysterious thing, to be found somewhere between too little and too much."
"How evanescent those loves and friendships seem at this distance in time…We move on, make new attachments. We grow old. But sometimes, we hanker for old friendships, the old loves. Sometimes I wish I was young again. Or that I could travel back in time and pick up the threads. Absent so long, I may have stopped loving you, friends; but I will never stop loving the Day I loved you."
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Source: Ruskin Bond (2002). “Rusty, the Boy from the Hills”, p.31, Penguin Books India
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