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REMEMBER ME

Remember those mornings we went by the beach and talked about how your duty makes you fall in love with the sea? 

Remember the rocks we sat on at the Yarada beach and ate idli because you love the chutney?

Remember how on our first meet, I almost slipped from the hill, only if you hadn't held my hand so tight?

Remember when we went on our 2nd date, I was almost successful in pushing you into the water?

Remember how within seconds you understood that I'm nervous when your warm hands touched my cold skin?

Remember how we shared the same cigarette after completing three cigarettes at once as I felt super dizzy and almost tripped and you somehow found it super cute?

Remember how you slowly placed my hair back on my ears while driving because you were not able to see my face?

Remember how you hugged me a little longer than usual every time you dropped me back because you knew that I'd be gone soon?

Remember how you always tried to avoid serious conversation because you loved my giggles?

Remember how you stared at me as I played with the little kids by the beach?

Remember how you secretly took my pictures as I slept by you when we went for the long drive?

Remember how you held my hand as you introduced me to your senior commander?

Remember how you blushed when your flatmates caught you lurking at me in the hallway?

Remember how you kissed me in the elevator because you didn't want me to go?

Remember how you used to come every evening under my pg just to see me for the remaining days I had in Vizag? 

I hope you remember everything because I will. I hope we meet again on some unusual day and get the flashback of the best month of our lives. Remember me for the person I was when I was with you.


Remember me !


Pritha Krishna

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  1. UnknownJanuary 15, 2021 at 2:53 AM

    This was sooo well framed, that one could visualize the moments... sooo relatable... please do continue writing... love u diii...💞💞💞

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