It was around midday when I woke up. Since it was a Saturday and I had no work I didn't feel like getting up from my bed. My own cozy bed. It was my only solace these days. The only place that I can call my own. The only thing that took me in .All of me. My anger, my pain,my worries,my tears,my memories.... Memories that haunt, memories that make you smile, memories that leave you craving for more; and the glooming sadness that comes when you realise you are very far away from the place, circumstances and that very person who gave you those wonderful, bittersweet memories.
Shrugging off , I got up slowly, left my blanket on the bed , grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked towards the hammock that was tied in my backyard in between the trunks of two peach trees
As I laid down on the hammock and sipped the cold beer, I felt a sharp shooting shrillness enter my body along with the chilling breeze of Himachal.
Himachal Pradesh. Shimla. It was Shimla that I chose to run away from her. May be I thought those tall snow clad mountains would hide her from me, or maybe the cold breeze that often bows here would erase her from my heart ,or maybe the busy work that I do here would take her away from my mind.
But none of that happened. In fact the place and the solitude that is in the surrounding always kept me in a battle between my mind which said to forget her and my heart which vehemently refused to do so.
Like today.The very moment where I'm sipping a beer and laying in here , my heart and mind went in a frenzy and took me to Delhi , where I first met her.
I refused to do so. I refused to think of her. I refused to sway in with my heart . And like everytime I failed. I failed miserably.
I still remember the first time I met her. Zoe. My Zoe. My drunk, stumbling , sweet Zoë.
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Zoe's Veer
عاطفيةit is my take on Zoe and veer , these characters belong to imtiaz Ali sir , Kartik and sara . it is just my imagination on how I would have wanted veer and Zoe to be
