Isn’t it?

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A day will come,  

maybe you will not remember me. 

Long gone memories will call us again to revisit the past from our future.

Those long conversations would get smaller and will finally rest into scattered pieces.

Nothing will remain as same as before.

No calls and no letters will blur our past into infinite shadows.

Two shadows from the past will call us again and again,

but you can’t go, darling.

You know why,

maybe a hand from the future will hold you so tightly.

The future is bright and the past goes blurred,

No one knows but secretly you wish for me still now.

Isn’t it?

Anisha Das.