December
Its funny how a year passes so easily and how it turns things around. A year ago this day, the sky was washed with cerise of blue and purple. And while going to the work I could smell the bazaars, and you said something at dawn and smirked at ground before leaning dimly at the camera, may be I felt like a breeze rustled through you and you smiled. We smiled. At dusk the color of the sky became a shade of magenta. This could be a movie scene, no but this is my reality a year ago. You see I remember things in detail and if you look in detail I associate everything almost with you. It was almost 22:00 hours. Do you remember things like that ? I could hear sirens wailing inside my heart. Even if love is a war, a war with your own self or the world, your name is the first and last thing, my heart would ever have space for. I always saw, Vivid colors in your bright and lovely eyes, I always found the hues of sunrise and, Sunset in them, Housing a zillions of songs, melodies and...