It's been ten years, ten years since happiness left me. I've
been stranded since then, I never let anyone near me, I never made new friends
scared I'll hurt them and in return that I too will get hurt. Those memories
from the past are what I have been feeding off all these years. I never seem to
get tired of them, not at all. They remind me how cherished I was back then,
how I would have been different if I made a different choice back then.
Just like every night, tonight too I have taken out the
album that reminds me of my good old days. I flip through every page, touching
the pictures on it and trying to relive those moments I spent with my friends. These
photos seem easy to get over, but the photos which follow these are the ones
that give me the feeling that I choose to ignore the whole day long, the
feeling that reminds me that I am now nothing but a modified hermit. It's
because these pictures have her in
them. They show me the him that's me who
was with her, happy and stress free. I
just can't seem to flip these pages, not even on as I don't feel like missing
her face for even one second. But my circumstances force me to close this whole
album at once and then take me to the place which has witnessed the weakest
side of me all these years. My wine cellar.
I sit down on the bar stool and take out whatever wine
bottle that comes into my hand and drink it directly from the bottle. I don't stop
at one; I go on with as many until I feel light at heart. My tears flow down my
cheeks as the wine flows down my throat. Running parallel are my thoughts about
her, the last time I was with her, the reason I had to leave her for, the
reason why Manik Malhotra is nothing without Nandini Murthy.
So i just tried this out after being heavily inspired by something. Please tell me if it is nice and if i should continue.
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