Mayank Sharma

Abstract Tragedy Others

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Mayank Sharma

Abstract Tragedy Others

Places

Places

2 mins
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You know, we had a great time together.

Things are not too clear to resurrect but some glimpse are still here with me. 

Afterall it was a long time ago.


I know life never stops, it always moves forward. No matter what bad we had, done or who we lost in this journey.

But when we lost someone it looks like someone extended this journey to it's extremity.


We all suffer in our hard times and that's what we call a life. Suffering a grief of someone's death, telling the truth to myself again and again that you are no more.


People leave us but their memories remain connected to us somehow. Even if those illusions of time try to steal them from us, those places of their memories don't let them do that.


That chair on which you used to sit everday carrying me in your lap with a book in your hand full of stories.

Sometimes that window where we enjoyed those rain drops which were trying to make a way in the house.


That garden where my little feet used to run because you were trying to catch me in your grasp. These places regenerate those memories and never let them die.

Sometimes it feels good and sometimes bad.


You helped me in my hards times and laughed with me in those funny awkward moments. You stood with me even I was a wrong arrogant child. And didn't move a bit from my bed that whole night whenever I fell sick.


I lost you, when I wasn't even able to understand that you left this world and will never come back to me. 

And now it doesn't matter how much I regret about that.


No matter how many things change in my life. These places still remind me of you.


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