It has been so long... So many things have happened. We live in such an unstable world that I don't even know myself anymore.
Two weeks ago, I dreamed of you. When I woke up, I didn't remember the dream at all but sometime during the day, I realized that I've dreamt of you. I couldn't recollect the exact thing-- only that you were talking to me, but I knew that it was not a memory... It was something in the present. Like how we would have talked if you were still here. And I believe that your voice is now refreshed in my memory. I wish I could know more about it... But dreams are strange things. When you try to chase it, it eludes you. When you wish you could somehow forget it, it never budges an inch from your mind. Very strange things, dreams...
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Dear Wafa...
Non-FictionMy letters to my best friend whom I lost to cancer when we were thirteen. #3 in Non-fiction as on 25 July 2016
