By Kunal Sharma
May 05 2019 2 min read
The night had its own dazzling chill and the late night walk was driving me crazy. A meeting after a long time was like a floral path. He was busy in telling his six months’ experiences of a new life, new dreams, those lonely and lovely moments. I was listening to his words as a tune and watching the stars at the same time. His face was singing a song of happiness and he seemed too bright. And the moon took me to the world of thoughts.That room filled with touches of laughter and insanities, the sorrows, guilts, those heavy moments when anger was building a wall between us but it had failed, ‘everything sharing’ moments, understandings and misunderstandings, chit-chat and leg pulling, the moments when one of us needed a shoulder and it was there always, those problems and their solutions.... The diary of my memories had infinite pages. I was picking up some cherries and was enjoying the taste.And suddenly he laughed on a moment and I applied a break to my mind. He was just pure at the moment as always. What did he mean to me? I tried to figure it out. It was not loved for sure!