“I can’t take the portraits you want. It’s an 18-55 lens, I need a prime 50 mm”, I said to her when she got agitated like an innocent child who wasn’t getting what she wanted and didn’t know why. I remember. I remember it all. It has been more than a year but I still remember how it used to feel with her around. I was so fond of her. And now all I have is memories of her, that keep haunting me every day. I knew moving on would be tough, but this level of toughness wasn’t expected. It's my exam tomorrow, the one I have been preparing for a year now. And just the day before the exam when I should be revising the key points that would help me in the battle, I am drowning in those memories. Call this my fate or state of mind or whatever, my heart is still trying to find that’s no more there. I don’t know what to do. I want to just rush up and have back in my life, but I know all doors are shut. Why does it happen to me? Every time in the important moments, she pops up in my head....
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