Unspoken. Undone. Unrequited. Unfulfilled.

We left some words unspoken. Maybe some acts undone. And now what I got is a love unrequited. And a life unfulfilled.

Magic memory...

He can’t forget her. Things conspire against him. A song, a movie, an old chat, a billboard, a photo. And then magic memory takes over.

A place...

A place where your words still resound. A place where your touch still lingers. A place where your memories are still fresh. A place in my soul where you will forever be a part of me.

Inspiration...

A friendship that healed. A love that inspired. Now he heals and inspires himself with the memories.

Radiance...

The radiance of her friendship. The passion of his love. Now he stares into an empty glass and a lonely life.

PS: Short fiction in 140 characters

Till we meet again...

I often wonder how and when we will meet again. It has been so long you know. In numerical terms, it has been a good 421 days since we last met but in reality it has felt like a lifetime. And I still remember that cold wintry December evening when we met last. Definitely not one of our best times together.

I wonder how I'll react on seeing you after so long. Will it be the melancholy of having lost a beautiful friendship? Will it be anger on myself for my mistakes or frustration at my inability to keep faith, to keep fighting? May be I will breakdown. May be I won't be able to keep my emotions in check.

And how you will react. Will you be as cold and indifferent as you were when we last met? Will you still treat me with that polite and formal tone of yours? Or will you be that warm and loving friend that I knew so well?

Will it bring back memories of a beautiful past or the memories of the pain? Will we reminiscence about the past or will we talk about the present? There is so much about you that I want to know. So much about me that I want to tell.

Or will be talk about the future. Wait. Is there any future at all in the first place? I still hope there is one.

I guess I'll only find out when we actually meet. I'll have to leave that one on fate.

So take care and keep smiling my shining Diamond. Till we meet again...

Filed away...

It is a three day weekend and is the case with long weekends, the first day goes in sleeping. Then, mom kicks into action and berates me for not taking care of all my paperwork...my papers, bills, certificates, documents, office papers that are all over the place.

So it was with great reluctance that I gathered up all the papers, old bills, debit card receipts and what not. But little did I know that what I thought would be a boring task would be a great way to relive some old days.

Every piece of paper had its own memories...every bill had a reason for why I had splurged...every marksheet told a tale of how much effort had gone into getting those marks...how much coffee I had to drink to keep myself awake...

Of course there were some marksheets which I would simply like to forget...some bills which I regret running up - especially the silly PS2 and Drive Wheel which I have hardly used. I came across my MH-CET marksheet and admission papers...I remembered how I had almost cancelled my admission...and how, thankfully, I had not.

Then there were bills which bought back some really sweet memories...of running all the way to an ATM to take out money to buy a hard disk drive...of days spent hunting for the perfect gifts...of rushing to Phoenix to buy a bracelet and hoping it would be liked...buying a T-shirt or a particular piece of clothing because it was recommended...

These pieces of papers can be filed away...but not these memories.