Its
been ages since I last met or spoke to him. But his thoughts never seem to fade
away. His memories are as fresh as the smell of wet clay just after a heavy
downpour. Every time I think of him, I wish he was here. Time doesn’t stop for
anybody. Neither did it for him. I moved on. My life moved on. But till today I
have cherished him and his memories with utmost care and preserved them in an
airtight box for the fear of them catching rust. His thoughts are more precious
to me than any jewel ever worn.
A
quiet tear…
With
all my heart,
I
wish you were here.
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