Reminiscence
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Hold my hand
Baby I promise that I’ll do
All I can
Things will get better if you just hold my hand
Nothing can come between us if you just hold…
~MJ
Everything apart it was Siddharth on my mind. I wondered why was I so eager to talk to him? What was so special about him? Why do I even care? It has been two years and a half and I am dying like a teenage girl to talk, to giggle and want him to ask for that incomplete coffee and what not? What was up?
And he did things for me I never imagined someone would do for me, he was my world and he possibly did everything a woman always wanted, and in the act of loving him, I never knew when did I actually fell in love with him.
He climbs down the stairs, two at a time like playing sun, moon, land, stars and in seconds he is out of the door and makes his flight back to the lakeside. After 10 minutes of his nonstop running, he is finally there and completely out of breath, he rolls over the ground breathing heavily and looking towards the kids lifts his hand up to grab him. All the four pick him up.