Unwritten Pages

Grey November. It's been a long time. The darkness envelopes me and I can recall the daylight you brought to me. The soft chuckles and those deep passionate eyes. The silent sighs. The softness of your satin dress, the firm clasp of your hand around my wrist. That long lustrous locks of hair, the whispers filled with care. The scrawny handwriting sprawled on white papers stacked, the love between the lines you left unsaid. The smell of your scent lingers on, the air has refused to accept you are gone. I sit here, flipping through the diary of our story, I wish I could still fill more pages. For the time being, there's only this to say: अभी मशरूफ हूँ काफी कभी फुर्सत में सोचूंगा; कि तुझको याद रखने में मैं क्या - क्या भूल जाता हूँ।

Diary entry - 24th December, 2024