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Lakshya

I saw this movie, Lakshya today.

My friend recommended this film to me way back in 2005. I didn’t pay much heed. But I liked the songs, used to listen to them when I was low.

However, following my urge to watch it, I finished the act today.

It took 24 years for him to realise. Well, I am 24. And I just realised that same thing, and then the film showed me that what I realised was is correct.

I don’t know if it is the film’s effect but I feel I am in a similar situation: I have a faint idea of my aim, I have made some decisions, and (don’t know how to write this, let’s put it straight…) the girl I like has told that she’s got no time to talk to me anymore.

It’s high time that I act. People fall in love at all wrong times when they can not afford the comfort and love that their soul mates deserve. And then there’s a break up.

I don’t know if I’d get to meet her after this, but I am working on a project that will take me to a great height. I just want to reach that place and call her and then say, “Hey, finally, I have learnt what you wanted to teach me. Finally, I have learnt to make decisions…”

लक्ष्य तो ... हर हाल में पाना हैं!

(In any circumstances, I have to reach my goal!)

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