Echoing Memories

 It was just another night for her with silent quilt and cushion. Cold and a lot of memories to hold on to. Till midnight she was accompanied by lonely moon away far away that's why, she started to grasp the meaning of life and value of her existence. As night was getting colder and alone, she was trying to reach to the world of dream. She was making useless try. Then she opened her digital dairy but she heard unusual sound for her midnight... a ringtone. Her cell phone ringed. She was shocked but the name blinked on her phone surprised her. It was no more an another night for her. Lonely moon looked happy for her and heart made a wide big smile as she picked the phone. It was him. Her happiness for a minute as her conscience worked and a bit of conversation to echo all over her life. She held that memory for long to sit alone to contemplate and to be happy with tear drops. Those words can make hole and heal... 

                                            Are you happy?
                                            These words echoed again and again
                                            After a whole year and more
                                            You bothered to call me to ask me "Are you happy?"
                                            I said "Yes I am"
                                            But you know what I lied you this time

                                           You said "I love you"
                                           I trust you because I wanted to be happy
                                           Nothing soothes me than listening you still love me
                                          All I wish is, you are not just saying for saying
                                          I never loved you for the sake of loving someone
                                          I did because my heart urged for you
                                         Thank you for maintaining my happiness
                                         Even though it lasted for a minute.

17th Jan  (From the pages of Good Girl's Diary)-014

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