The Contrition

We are sitting on the lush green grass, with the warm winter sunshine spreading the tan on the canvas of our skins. Sitting on the grass ,with some unknown eyes laying their dubious glares on our happy faces,we are talking about how movies spur out the feelings from our souls. You are talking about your favorite movie where the protagonist fights all the odds of the world to achieve his dreams. I begin speaking about my favorite movie when suddenly I start uttering words which are totally absurd, as if I am held strong by a sudden strike of schizophrenia.

I wake up to realize that it was only a dream. A dream far fetched in every sense of life. This dream used to be reality some spells ago, when we used to talk for hours together about every possible thing of life. About the meanings of the cooing of a pigeon; and oh about how Severus Snape was the best man in the wizarding world of Hogwarts, one thing where our opinions were completely in sync with each other.

But all of it does not matter now. Or does it? Do you also sometimes rummage through our memories? Do you also recall our pointless conversations and smile with a sorrow? Do you also pass sleepless nights thinking about how I am? Was your heart also  shattered into a million pieces when we chose to be strangers in the same lanes which still hold the manifestations of our memories?

I do not know the answers to any of these questions. But I just want you to know that your best friend is still there, waiting for all those days to come back, waiting to apologize to you for everything.