Ephemeral

 Sometimes we love not the person

but the moment

and then the next moment

and the next

Unknowingly, they escalate

amalgamate

And become so tangible

Real

that we forget about the real person

And start dwelling in those moments

Life has a way of teaching us that the moment is never the person.

They say we are a blend of those who we are with.

I disagree

We are but a blend of the moments.

Those moments that altered our lives once and for all 

We can never be cleansed of their hues, fragrances, and tastes

That latch upon our beings like mehndi

Mehndi fades with time

Moments don't. 

Often, we forget

That we love but the moment. 

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