The day I fell in love...

And that was the day... That was the day I remember...
The day I discarded all that I had inside me,
The day I abandoned it all...
That was the day when I fell in love…

A feeling so intense and an emotion so vigorous...
That it left me with a surge of bewilderment...

A feeling I never experienced before...

An emotion completely unknown...

‘Coz I never remember being in love ever,

with so much madness, with so much fervor...

I fell in love with the man who did everything possible to make me fall for him

The man who took all my pains away and gave me smiles instead...

The man who kissed me passionately every morning I woke up

The man who made me laugh and whom I called my soul mate...

I fell in love with that lady sitting quietly in a corner

But today her beautiful face looked so pale and lifeless...

Her eyes grim and filled with sorrow...

She: who brought me into this world, and gave me all that she had...

She: who made me walk, and taught me all the intricacies of life...

She who made me realize life is beautiful if lived... if lived...

I fell in love with that strong man, who never shed a tear in his entire life

But today, he was standing there drenched in his own waters

He who always protected me from the demons outside and inside,

He: the pillar of my life...

But today, he seemed to be so weak, so fragile

Something forcing his back to crouch...

Tearing my soul into pieces...

I fell in love with those 2 young girls, who walked with me always, holding my fingers...

Girls who smiled and filled me with an emotion unknown to me.

Who fought with me, who laughed with me, who cried with me,

Who gave me their unconditional love

They who shared my passions, obsessions, my fancies, and my dark secrets

I fell in love with that handsome young boy, whose eyes always sparkled with a million dreams

But today instead of those gigantic dreams, all I see is pain, immense pain in those beautiful eyes…

Wait! Are they even moist?

I fell in love with strangers, whom I started calling friends…

They: who stood next to me dealing with all my tantrums...

They: who always gave me my doze of happiness in the time of sorrows

They: who seemed to have dropped from heavens straight

I fell in love with those books that had the imprints of my moist fingers on them

They still carried the marks of my tears on their pages, a token of my emotions

They had so many words underlined that were supposed to be looked out for,
They still have dates on the 1st page and notes on the last and a bookmark tucked somewhere in between...

I fell in love with that sketchpad and those brilliantly colorful pencils and crayons,

That gave me a passion to be called mine, a reason to come back home... a reason to fly...

I fell in love with the guitar, which I never played...

But still kept it, because I heard it gently weeping one day...

I still kept it in the hope that it will cry with me someday!

I fell in love with that birthday dress, that made me look like a princess

I fell in love with those high heeled shoes, that took me to heights whenever I felt low

I fell in love with every brick of my home, that imbibed my fragrance

I fell in love with those memories that defined my existence...

I fell in love with the girl lying down there, on the floor

I fell in love with her dark brown eyes, her nose, her ears, and her toes
I fell in love with her skin tone, with every inch of her frame

I fell in love with her beauty that I never had time for...

I fell in love with her heart, her zeal, her passion, her wilderness, her abnormalities, and her insanity

And all I was thinking was, how could I not fall in love with her before?

Why was I running away from her...

And she stood there patiently, waiting for me to just look at her once, with love and affinity...

And there I was, today, sitting alone: all lonely falling in love with everything precious that I ever possessed…

And then, I heard a voice calling me upon,

And I asked desperately, “Can I get a chance to live again”

There was a reply, “You will…”

“No… Can I get a chance to live my same old life again?”

The silence fell upon everything...

"Hello..."

I kept screaming...

As the darkness took over...

It was night... It was night again...

And I started waiting for the dawn to break... again...

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