Nostalgia has gripped me again, embracing me to those days when springs were not just the haphazard interferences of noises made by the splattering deluge... Rather it was the warmth of the sunshine that lightened up the day.
As time turns pages, the voices of people I met, walked and then parted with, still echoes distinctly when I am all by myself.
God, I miss those days when it felt great to be in love, all the time, and she was not gone.
Her hands and her hair, her face and her eyes…
I am still living in the past, seeking her trace in my life…!!!
PS: The post is in no way whatsoever related to me.
Only the narration is mine.
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