Reminiscence
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Dave sobs continued, she went to him and putting her little hands over the bruises, and stared at the blood dripping from the cuts. Dave kept crying looking out of the window and saw his dad leave in the car.Wiping the tears the little girl sat beside Dave and stared at him. Dave hugged the little sister in the white beautifully furnished and painted house, wishing to be Home one day.
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ज़िन्दगी का ये नया मोड़ बहुत ही सुहाना सा लगने लगा था। तुम्हारे पास आकर , फिर से खुद से जुड़ने लगा था। तुमसे मिलकर अब सब कुछ भूलने भी लगा था। तुम्हारी पनाहों में हमेशा रहने की दुआ करने लगा था। मैं बदलने लगा था।
My hair flutter in the wind reading your handcrafted words, your words are heartfelt. Rain drops began pouring as if I am drenching in the love of you. I recall our first rain filled meeting.
I am unconscious for a while, the coffee mug lying on the floor, with the spilled coffee. The floor is cold and I see blurry visions until I can’t see anything.
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?