2.30 am
May 16th, 2011
The phone rang like some sort off buzzer, there was no answer at the other end . I ring again after 20 minutes . There's voice , cheeky yet tired .
" Hello ! who is this ?"
" Happy Birthday missy, finally u're 18. what are u doing today ? " I sound like ever before, the best friend She had .
" okay yeah! who is this but ?"
' it's me! ur best friend . Remember ? Lagos ? Nigeria ? Sonia ?'
" not really! I dont know you "
' it's Shreya right ? it's her number i believe "
"yes it is, it's Shreya but u've called the wrong person. I don't know any Sonia"
I put down th phone in amazement, how people forget their best of friends in less than 6 months; how quick this world moves on.
tears roll down my eyes, i walk up to dim the lights and sit down in a corner with my memory book with Shreya and tear it paper by paper.
When a person gets close to me, i give them love . When they leave, it feels like there's a crater in there and i shall never be able to fill it. And when they behave indifferent, I wilt ! Know how much that pains? Even I haven't figured it out . My pain isn't the greatest, but it still is one of them.
Time takes it all whether you want it to or not, time takes it all. Time bares it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again
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