Often, the memo…

Often, the memories that encrypt a doleful line over pale cheeks on their reminiscence, have carved deep seated scars on the tenderest part of us.


                                     the moments that we embrace so close to us to our softest parts of  lives, just desert us with plethora of tears and disappointments. when the frame of picture carrying these moments strike our mind, only thing that they embark are lines of their absences over our cheeks. it is then, when we introspect that , it was the closest to us and will ever be, might not be physically but, obviously spiritually.


it is when we make a promise, not to let anyone come too close to ever replace those lovely memories by their moments. immaterial, if we ever get that person back, but we learn to live with that pain of estrangement and hope that destiny may have us together again.



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