Moments!!!!!

 Even the other day cleaning and revisiting him things amidst helping mom like you sit there with your pile of stuff of him be it your Kurtis you wore back then with him……

Like it all was that beauuuuutifully clear there’s this cream mirror work kurti in some corner hold it and the waaaaay him leaving for Bangalore memory pops up…

Cause it had this high slit over the waist post at his place……like it was normal earlier and this wrestling game with him over the bed and he drops and tries you pull upu up again and this tear on one side….the sound of it and that one faaaaaaace he makes with excitement and embarrassment together and asks you kidhar fataa with that one smiiiileeeeeee ayyyaaaaaaaaaaa I swear charlie every single time he smiled that way you lost sense of everything else just that one face and ayyyaaaaaaaaa the waaaaaaays it always used to make you feel on the inside……

Every single time!!!!!!!

And you see it yourself and show him doorse and one tongue out expression of his and asks you if you wanted to change or something and you say a no cause that would make worse when back home again……

Packing his bag away folding his clothes as he keeps holding you not letting you move like all through that packing him holding you from the back comes closer over the exact same side of the shoulder and feels the tear looking at you in the mirror asking is taraf ka fataaa nai……

Some moments you write out and the waaaaaaaaaaay it’s this clear the way he looks at you through the mirror holding your waist away……..and this shake lilst even as you write now!!!!!

To this other one he looooooved at opera white n pink floral again for obvious reasons the waaaaay even the clothes each one with a memory of him and as you were living them away your mom says it’s faded it can go in the donation pile and you take it back like you just couldn’t let even one of them go in there…….

And she just sits there asking why did you even say you would donate the clothes away there was nothing from those that you were adding…..and you just be there sitting surrounded by all things him lilst of things that stole you used to carry that kurti that dupata that had his red pen ink still over it that he wrote the rabbit episode in your diary with and you sit over the same pen in some moment and it leaves a red stain and you were that happy bout it……cause it left a mark of his left a mark of that moemnt with you…

All of these things around you and how and what you feeling on the inside was something you alone knew like what and HOW MUCH that each piece of clothing meant to you and you hold it all away in your arms take it to your room and empty the present used one of the wardrobe and fill up with these…

U can’t possibly write out what it made you feel that day living visually living each memory of him with each outfit…….

Like how do you even remember each one still amazed you!!!!!

This feeeeeeel even writing it now!!!!!!!!!

How only you were missed howleeeeeee I swear if you only knew!!!!!!!!