Whenever the idea of writing it comes to me, I don't know how, I become dazed in a jiffy...my hands get numb, my eyes suddenly sleepy, my mind so lost and reminding me of all other better things I could do (as if it is holding me back from something; some thing neither I nor you will ever believe) ...but my heart...I can feel some strange sensations coming from there...even now..at this precise moment I feel the same..I think its time...I should let you know
This isn't even my story, but it became now, since last few months, since the day I met him...he was a total stranger to me but still seemed so familiar.My heart thumped loud enough at every glimpse of that stranger.I could feel a strange connection with him.
The thought of him haunted me for days and kept giving me frequent spells of nightmares (surprisingly the same ones every night, but I couldn't recollect them by the time I woke up).His stately face pricked happenedt every time I looked upon it. I couldn't bear it anymore.I struggled hard enough but I couldn't let go...I couldn't remove him from my mind at all...until one night...I again had that terrible nightmare, but this time, I could recollect it. I could uncover those mysteries. I could clearly remember every detail as if it happened yesterday though it did ages back.I could feel as if it happened to me though it did to someone else...I could undoubtedly see that vintage town in my head...I remembered running down those streets as a child more vibrantly than I could remember my childhood which passed a few years back...and I could vividly remember the mystical aura which surrounded that one special person...with that familiar face.. him
How lovestruck I was at him. How much I longed for him. But I could never confess my feelings to him.I never even got a chance to.And then came those worse days...when the illness completely took over me...though he was beside me during all those days, I couldn't utter a word. Though he caressed my hands in those last few hours, all that came out of my mouth was a gasp..and then slowly everything gave way to emptiness
And now here I sit, on the coach, in my modest home, pondering over those unanswerable questions...who is he? who am I? was all those just nightmares? but how can dreams seem so real?
I can almost feel my well educated mind laughing out sarcastically at these questions in my head.But my heart...it just soothed me like in a reason much beyond what human knowledge can explain...he was here again...so she, that girl of the vintage town,had come back...in this life...as me...to outright all those that were left incomplete...that were left unsaid...maybe my mind just mocks me because it is afraid... afraid whether just like in her case,will my love too be left untold...
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