It happens you know. You just have this old photo stored in some random folder that is buried deep in your computer and you just come across it by chance and you open it out of curiosity to see what you kept there when the right click had just worked its magic. And then you see it, that photograph you thought you had deleted, from your Hard drive, laptop and otherwise. The fingers slide on the pad and ‘click’ the photo opens and you stare at it. It stares back and so do a million memories from a lost time zone come back and suddenly that hole in your heart you thought you had filled, that chink in your armor that you thought had covered comes back, as if it was always there to make you skip a heart beat. And as you keep staring at the photo, everything else just blurs, except, except for her. She is still there, like the smile of the Cheshire cat. And suddenly that pain you had used once for getting a high comes back with an intensity that no amount of tears can subside. And while a part of you is laughing at you, cursing even, for being such a pussy, there is another part which lauds you for being capable enough to bear that pain, capable enough to love. And even though you clinch your fists, widen you eyes or close them and pull the rug over, the pillow knows the truth. It can’t be fooled even though you might try to fool your eyes into thinking they are moist because of a hair when actually it’s her.
It happens.
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