Tainting The Void Canvas

Life doesn't give everyone a second chance. If you're lucky enough to get another chance remember to hold it tight and make the full of it.

The past definitely holds some importance in ones life. If not anything but still the lessons we learnt from it.

On a cold December morning, Dehradun is quite a pleasant place. Cold breezes, snowfalls, uncertain rains and her favourite masala chai. And this is what makes Amaya Kareem loves about the winters. It's silence, it gives peace. Dehra is good place for her, away from everyone, every chaos. But still she misses him, sometimes a lot, sometimes a little.

Sitting by the hilltop, she is lost in her solitude. A certain voice brings her back, a familiar cologne fills her in, hugging her from behind.

"Missing me, already?" He whispers lightly near her ear, kissing the ear lobe in between.

"Why would I? Wake up man, I was just thinking about something.."

"..Something that's not me?"

"Something that's certainly not you.."

"Then you better stop thinking about that. Anything which doesn't include me shouldn't cross your mind, ever."

"Well I don't think so. I am an individual and I can have my own thoughts."

"Nahh not anymore. You belongs to me, never forget that."

"I belong to no one, I hope you get it by now."

"But I thought you love me?"

"I do, but that doesn't mean you own me."

"It does and it remains the same. Only few months left before you graduate from school. I want you to get these things clear."

"But..."

"... No buts.."

Turning towards him, she looks in to his eyes. As if looking for something, something which is missing.

Black against hazel brown. Obsession against hope.

And she fails to read in between the lines, he fails to see the reality. They fail to see the signs. They are lovers, crazy lovers, but companions? Only time will tell.

Ek muddat se teri yaad bhi ayi na hamein

aur ham bhuul gaye hon tujhe aisa bhi nahin

(I have not even remembered you for a long time And it's not like I have forgotten you)

~Firaq Gorakhpuri

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One will always think that maybe some lessons could have been learnt much easily than the hard way. Perhaps life would have always laughed at the thought. There's nothing as such easy way to learn a lesson and even if there is, still then the hard way would be thrown at our face.