It's 3am at night and as moon light invades through the translucent curtains of my bedroom, the memories of our's bring tears to my eyes, taking me to the time when everything was once rosy in my now somber life.


the shwal of mine that mistakenly stuck into your shirt's button in our first year and then you deliberately held onto in our final year recapsulates me of our old school love. It isn't mere a silk cloth, but a souvenir of our love in winds. Every time i pick it up, the scent of your warmth engulfs me in itself, reminding me of our dauntingly beautiful love story.

pictures of our bike rides shift me back to days when our moments were all about bike rides during day and long walk at nights. The more I'd clutch you while you'd drive, the safer I'd feel.

these intangible objects still bring me butterflies but nothing compares to the heebie-jeebies I'd get with your eye contact, your one-touch and hearing my name in your voice. I wish you couldn't have been this cruel to snatch my heart and stab it thousand of times, right away when I wanted you to stop, believe, stare at my eyes and to stay back a little more.

- ❤️ Kiran mishra ❤️