“ SOMEBODY ASKED ME IF I KNOW YOU. A MILLION MEMORIES FLASHED THROUGH MY MIND BUT I JUST SMILED AND SAID ‘I USED TO’ ” Hey former friend! How are you.. Good? Not good? I don't care. I am miserable. Utterly miserable. That, I care. Not that I am selfish, but I have no reason to be worrying about you anymore. After all, we have officially broken up. Yes, it is a break-up, even worse than that of a romantic relationship. And why wouldn't it be? We were inseparable, so much so, that people joked about us being in a relationship even when we were not. If a fallout leaves you shattered and full of self doubt, you can call it a break up right? I am not exaggerating. I am so far sunk into my sadness that I don't even remember why we fought in the first place. Just a vague recollection of a series of text fights and nasty arguments.. but try I might.. the only overwhelming emotion now is that of the emptiness of your spot in my life! And believe me, I have tried to overcome it...
~THIRTEEN~ It rained in Mumbai in the months of June, July and August generally. But that year it suddenly rained in December. All the guys he'd ever known decided to meet for a football match in the rain. He wasn't a crazy football fan, but liking the sport and the weather, in general, agreed in a jiffy. Vedant didn't regret his decision even for once as they played and splashed themselves in the mud. They'd been one hour into playing when he suddenly realized there were about four to five faces he didn't quite recognize. There was one tall and skinny guy, one short and stout guy who's keeping was amazing, there was one fairly well-built guy; the kind of guy who'd be perfect for a gym advertisement and another familiar looking guy. "Hi, Kanan." The bodybuilder introduced himself. "Vedant." "Well that's Nikhil..." he introduced, patting the back of the skinny guy, "that's Jai..." he pointed at the...
7th February 2019 Rose day: On your tombstone, it is written – “On 14th of February, Peter Stan went out of love to give, but never stopped receiving it.” It has been 14 hours and 359 days since you passed away. I miss you. Today is rose day, so I’ve come to celebrate it with you. I put a red rose on the ground – underneath it, you’re sleeping peacefully. I sit there with a blank mind, scratching the dirt. I wonder if departed people find love beyond death, too? I think of your beautiful face, the last time I saw you, your lips were pale, you had lost your hair and your eyes were heavy, but somehow, you were smiling. You with your goddamn beautiful smile. I look at the rose lying above you that will always remain unaware of your touch. In this sudden silence, I remember an old conversation we had. You had said, “I’m like a rose. I open petal by petal. Before I t...
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