Few people we met in our life gives print of their unconditional love on our life, isn't it? But indeed life is full of challenges, sometimes few situations forces us to face detachment from close ones .I don't remember the day exactly but I still perfectly remember the way I left her on edge of her struggle she was going through.... Let me rewind back.... ‘She'... For all she was like living mortal body but for me she was garth of flower blossoming my heart.Her words were blessing to my life.She was the only person I was attached very closely in my life till now.Her smile use to bring warm satisfaction in my heart. She cared for me just like I was her family . I still have the false hope she will come back to me,but as the time is flowing my heart is trying to make me understand somethings are just meant to let go..Whenever I sit in balcony at my place my eyes see her there sitting on chair with her diary ,writing with her hundred old female royal ink pen and a glass of red wine beside her on table.She use to pen down beautiful lyrics which were soothing to ears but use to speak volumes of realistic life . I saw her in every phase of her life, happy as well as sad days. The days she fell in love as well as the days her love left her. I knew she was emotionally too weak but she was also strong enough to handle herself . Her life experiences taught many things to me. She had a habit of muttering a song. I don't know the exact lyrics but I knew her every breathe was residing in that song.Whenever I asked her what is so special about it?..she use to say only this few lines .. “ //Same words same song with hundred different belief of mine residing in it.Sometimes those words heals me or sometimes makes the scars more deeper. Everytime I hear those lyrics bunch of promises pass by my side, promises which are now hollow words with heaviness of sorrows. Sorrows of burnt blur memories with tears of hopes//."
And then she use to give a false smile and start writing her diary by giving once a glance to sky.As if the sky has the ashes of burnt hopes which holds her dim thoughts to console.. She was like a fiction of lost reality sometimes. Her presence would always reside into the balcony glancing at sky full of stars,moon with flaws and a calm tune on old 90's tape recorder. ..Her words never gave a moral of life as fairytales but the path of evils with reality of thousand emotions and thoughts... I never thought the life without her.. but as I told before life is full of prompts.^_^ Life separated us with every possible way it can and after that even detached her from her soul. I still have her diary which I read everyday glancing at same sky she was obsessed with to find her again . To Find myself again .....
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