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When I sit alone, by the window side on a rainy evening, sipping coffee and browsing through old photographs, with my most prized camera in my hand, I think of you. I wish I had this camera with me a few years ago, so that I could capture every moment we shared together and replay them over and over again, whenever circumstances forced me to believe that I am alone.
Do you remember the first time we met? I do not remember the details, but I particularly recollect that I did not think much of you. To me then, you were just another person living next door and leading a life on a parallel track as mine. Nothing more.
Do you remember the early morning walks we took to school every day? You would always be late and make me anxious as to whether I would be punished for coming late. Or the day we took a lot of courage to walk over to the next block, but came running back because there was a power cut? The day we followed a girl who looked just like one of our old friends and realized it was dark and we were more than a mile away from home? Or the day we decided to keep watch on the activities of a roadside beggar, just to see whether he was a prince in disguise?
The day we determined that kuch kuch hota hai was the best movie ever made in the history of mankind? Or the day we had resolved to make a movie and assigned roles to every one of those kids in the block? Writing letters to each other in a code language, spending hours every night when we could simply speak one on one everyday? Do you remember, we had decided to play a prank on my dad and got fooled ourselves instead?
Sometimes I wish time would stand still and we could stay that way forever. But I guess every stage of life has its own charm and life must go on. I know you miss me. I miss you too………..
PS : you still haven’t treated me on getting a job
Do you remember the first time we met? I do not remember the details, but I particularly recollect that I did not think much of you. To me then, you were just another person living next door and leading a life on a parallel track as mine. Nothing more.
Do you remember the early morning walks we took to school every day? You would always be late and make me anxious as to whether I would be punished for coming late. Or the day we took a lot of courage to walk over to the next block, but came running back because there was a power cut? The day we followed a girl who looked just like one of our old friends and realized it was dark and we were more than a mile away from home? Or the day we decided to keep watch on the activities of a roadside beggar, just to see whether he was a prince in disguise?
The day we determined that kuch kuch hota hai was the best movie ever made in the history of mankind? Or the day we had resolved to make a movie and assigned roles to every one of those kids in the block? Writing letters to each other in a code language, spending hours every night when we could simply speak one on one everyday? Do you remember, we had decided to play a prank on my dad and got fooled ourselves instead?
Sometimes I wish time would stand still and we could stay that way forever. But I guess every stage of life has its own charm and life must go on. I know you miss me. I miss you too………..
PS : you still haven’t treated me on getting a job
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