Lost Times (An Open letter)

Lost time

Dear Anonymous

They haven't recovered from that change. Rather time moved on with the change ticking their life behind.

Poor deserted life was just there with no extravaganza, romcoms and the dim lights glowing over the darkness.

Neither love came by nor the hatred stopped by.

Jiya, Ankit, Rooh, Sahil, Punit were all lost and so their happiness. All at once a hurricane blew away their every single feeling. I was the one to witness all. I have foreseen them, their deeds their laughter and their luscious time. 

How could have the time that gave the pleasure of immense moments an achievements, take away living not a penny behind.

How deserted they felt was not comparable to mine.

I haven't been much of help. I regret to. Overseeing situations, panicking overnight, scary dreams is still what I m going through. Though not comparable; yes I am also the sufferer in a way they did.

Yes, that small prank, that small happiness cost their happiness leading and diving me into a depressed zone, no one reaching out again to me.

Could it have been the other way round or would I not have done that prank? Would they have been living now happily ever after music band with some loud show somewhere abroad? 

Feeling sorrier admitting mistakes never has been my part since birth. All I got was extra something and when I never got nay I snatch away all. Was that my fault? Creating tiffs, rising the flames high, shutting doors even after all shouted with their lungs out. And I on the shore of ego and anger dived away from the love showered in time being..

I know all those times are bygones. Nonetheless, sufferings and ashes remained. With a guilty regret of not confessing at the right time but yeah an open letter to them after 4 years. May not the charges are taken off but can be diminished with this confession letter.

Yours, sweet bit

P....i