Love ! Maybe....

set them all to fire !

The memories , deep or short , cut throat or a mere touch , imprinted there like a koala on my favourite shirt , peeking its head out and no matter how old it's gets , I still like it , it's in my cupboard ! After years , when I went through it , I went through all the memories lanes .

I saw how I went to college , how sunny summer it was , how the April's heat did nothing to me but put a flame to my heart , the red Gulmohaars over the top of those crooked trees , how I'll never forget them .

I was never late for a class but I'm late then , I'm not familiar with the way , leave my little old self some slacks, ok I went on admiring all the flowers I ever wanted to pluck as a child just looked so beautiful there , perfect , there was all shades , how there was hole of sunrays on the shades , I looked at it and it blinded me , and I smiled  .

Have you felt like the ice melting on your face , that's the feeling , the soothing wind under the shadows with the sun , did the same for me . There was Bougainville, Oleander , butter tree , plumeria Alba, gulmohaar, which has set everything on fire , that's how much beautiful it was .

Everyone laughed as I stumbled -entered the class , my first class and a thing to remember. 

That's the first time I saw you and felt that , that's how a flower should look like , gentel , colourful , free and free with the flow .

And I became the one whom you call a wallflower , there , on the walls never speaking , swaying , or free but listening to everything , watching everything .

I wore that koala peeking shirt several times in the life of my college days , to the point , it started to grow hole .

The same was for you , I watched you everytime I came to college , while filling my semester fee , fine , examination form or the only two class we shared  - English but with an exception , you never grew old for me but matured , from a flower , to wilted one , crushed one and the one who leaves it's fragrance behind .

Today I don't see you and don't even feel the need too .

You made friends , hang up with them , made an extra good friend and lastly made her your girlfriend , and by the end of college , you two broke up too .

I saw you laugh , smile gently at her , become close to her and finally cry for her as she said her farewell.

Those three years were like fire , water and cold to me .

I liked you , wanted you and then let you go .

I saw you get her an icecream , hold the umbrella for her while you drenched , saw you in the winters and how childishly you pulled an extra muffler for her round her neck - you said "you'd catch a cold !"

As I grew old , from a child to adult ,my desire to pluck flowers from the plants grew but after you , I just want  them to stay there a little more , grow old a little  late , I want them to sway a little longer on the drunken evening a little longer. 

I wanted to watch you a little longer .....

When I see this shirt it reminds me of you , how I was angry when you laughed at me , how I looked at you when you looked at her and how I cried when you cried for her .

You only smiled at me in acknowledgement like a stranger does to a stranger. 

Flowers  get admired ,  they bloomed and died , without knowing how loved , beautiful, and full of life they were !

I fold the shirt and keep it back inside , shutting the doors of my memories too .

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To all  , whose love never came true but breathing a little in there as your heart beats .

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( P.S. - have you been in love ?)