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Gloomy sunshine.

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And as the rain slowed down,
I found you with me again.
In those scribbles in the
last page of my notebook,
In those doodles on
my school bench,
and in the lines of my poems,
all around me.

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When the teacher asks for a book and someone else gives it first.

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From walking beside each other
to just walking past each other,
we are now strangers.
Strangers who've met before.

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"Hold On"

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When I die, I don't want to leave without anyone noticing; that'd be too depressing, I feel. I want to leave just like the rain subsides. Not abrupt, but slowly disappearing.

You know, some people, who love rain, always seem to notice when the rain slowly fades away into the mud filled roads. Maybe, one day when I'll leave, you'll notice too how your palms don't have my tears lingering on them anymore, just like they did when you'd brush my eyes with them. Maybe, you'll notice how you no longer feel the weight of my head resting on your shoulders. You will notice, won't you? Atleast, I hope you do. And you won't even hear the rain splattering on your window sill; you won't see that teen with a cup of bournvita in his hand, over romanticising the rain, and you. Who knows? Perhaps your memories of him will soon be gone too, only to come back again, with another monsoon; with another day of rain...

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"Will you ever leave me?"
"Me? No I won't"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"But what if you do? What if I lose you?"

He snuggled closer upto her, a slight smile on his face.

"Love, people like me are not lost. They're forgotten. Forgotten just like we, one day will forget about all those love stories we wrote as teens; about some little moments when she looked back at the staring you, from the other side of the room; forgotten like those promises that were made to us. We don't know how to leave; we're just left behind..."

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