Days have passed.

And nights have passed.

Spring has passed and autumn has too.

2022, has passed and 2023 is on its way out.

The Soccer World Cup is long gone and the Cricket World Cup is on.

Marathons have gone and marathons are on.

Ganpati Bappa is gone and Durga Mata is on her way .

Artificial intelligence is cliche and ChatGPT is in flavour.

One more year has passed and I have grown old by one more year.

Not only Ukraine is being bombed , now Israel is also.

WordPress is passe and Jetpack is in vogue.

But I still miss you.

But I still care about you.

But I still wish you were close to me.

But I still need you.

But I still cry silently on my pillow every night for you.

But I still want you.

But I still crave your attention and love .

But I still love you too much .

The more things change , the more they remain the same.