Our Forever Moment


Buried deep into your arms, my night began. I was there almost and yet I felt afar. I wanted to hug you tight, for I knew the moment would soon pass away and I'd have to face the world again, without you.

I could literally smell your perfume from up close. My chin lay on your collar bones as your hair playfully snuggled up to my face. Our moment had begun. The cacophony of the world had drowned and I wished to freeze the time. But then not all wishes come true.


The emptiness of your hug was unsettling, your tears, more so. I could write a million words but those words would fall short to describe the miserable feeling that gripped me, like these tall pin trees in those mountains. I knew you had doubts, I couldn't fathom words. I knew you had questions, I could fathom characters. All I had was my hug and the truth. The truth that the moment was soon going to pass away and our light would be gone.

But today, I have you.

There have been many roads I have taken, some to go away from you, but the only way to go away from you was to turn back, something I didn't know. The roads were as straight as the ones in the mountains, and all of them led to you.


Moments. Flickr: aurindam.mukherjee

I have the starry night and the clear sound of your heartbeat. I can feel your fingers burying deep in my back, trying to stop me from bidding good-bye. For a moment, I want to tell you to give up on this fear and have faith on us. But then a good promise is not the one that has the right words, but the one that’s kept.

Do you see?

Do you see - the sound of music that this dying city gifts us with, as we embrace and create our forever moment?

I miss your eyes, your hugs, your smile, your touch and nothing in the world I can do will make me come close to you. It's as if we are destined to be at the opposite shores of this river, longing for each other by hating each other, and loving each other a bit more for making us go through this excruciating pain.

As my new city prepares for the cold days ahead, I will miss the warmth of us holding hands and crossing the many streets of that dead city. But all that can wait. I know I miss you despite having you in my arms right now. I long for you that much.

Our day would come, and like the keys of the piano, they'd have their nights as well. But then it’s a good song if it has both of these keys, isn’t it?

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