July 26, Mumbai
The day I was stuck in the floods all day-n-night.
The day I realized I could depend on no one other than my self.
The day I couldn’t recognize the roads I’d walked all through my college days.
The day I could make no excuse even to myself – “I’m down with fever. I can’t walk any longer.”
The day I realized my willpower was strong.
The day I learnt to take risks and trust a stranger.
The day all I wanted was half a chapatti.
The day I hid my fears even from my self.
The day I was so helpless, yet at my strongest.
The day that really meant “Free” and “Fatal” to me. Free on my own to find my way; and Fatal enough an experience.
The day I saw bodies of people wash away and animals drown before me.
Yes, it was the day I survived.
The day that led me to a state of shock for over a week, such that I felt water droplets splash over my face in my sleep.
July 26 – Number 8 – The day that can never go off my memory!
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I'm holding a drop of time in my hands
I quietly grip the forgotten memories, the lost words
When I recalled each event one by one, I thought I understood everything
But the faded words were right by my side
Nights when I can't find an answer, and a single drop of warmth, and my longing for something far away
I'm spending my whole life just repeating those things over and over
I'm holding drops of time in my hands
I quietly grip the forgotten memories, the lost words
I want to grab all the things we lived in my hand, never letting them cool down
While we, as people, are unable to share that feeling
The meaning your words release, an unquestionable love, a feeling that has no answers
If only we could convery all that just by looking at each other
I'm holding drops of time in my hands
I quietly grip the forgotten memories, the lost words
I'll keep this love in my heart
I've lost you...
Cheers!
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