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With the faint light of the drowning sun and the appeasing cold breeze, I was there, on the back seat of the car, looking out of the window humming a song that had been reverberating in my head since morning. You were there too, driving the car and occasionally looking at me from the rearview mirror probably wondering what I was thinking. And our friends! One on the passenger seat asking for a group picture while the others were happily posing for a click.
As I positioned myself for the picture trying to fake a smile, a number of images flowed behind my eyelids. There we were, sticking to one another, fitted in a frame. These were the moments we lived for, pausing at irregular intervals, trying to capture a still from our experiences which we would carry with us forever. These were the pictures we posed for and the candids we longed for in the hope of stringing them together, creating our story. We captured moments With every click of the shutter as we were afraid that they would escape. So, we took one more shot, one last look to relive it years down the line
But what if we could stay a little while longer? What if we didn't have to go? After you left, sometimes I feel like standing in the middle of a collapsing dream: like a part of me vanishing away in ashes against some darkness. And somehow I dont even try to save myself. I just let myself disappear.
I see myself totally guarded by that insulated wall of chaos. In a cage where I see outside to find no one. But I can hear the voices of many familiar people who want me to stay and of those whom I want to stay. I am not empty but so heavy with thoughts that I can’t speak. The words seem to choke me. I wish I could have said all those things but there isn’t any listener, to be correct "You"!
So amid all this tumult of thoughts and mayhems, returning back to the scintillating night I manage to murmur “I write because you don’t listen “. And with this I quietly walk out, ending every night and ending us.