I clearly remember the day she told me she was in love. I had a hunch about it days before she confided in me yet I remember the moment she uttered the words as if it was just today. We were sitting in the cafeteria during a break from science lab. I was chipping away on a samosa while she sipped her soda. It is ironic how years down the road we have banished trivial indulgences in the name of healthy living and held onto affiliations that have armor to wound us for life. Today, she is divorced with two daughters. I struggle to stir enough courage to call her for small talk.
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at times silence is not gold . . just yellow
2 comments:
Life is wierd and complicated. Certainty eludes us. Tragedies abound.
:)
I am still your friend just as i was all those years back. Dont worry. we'll be ok.
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