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Meet me in my dreams

Alone and in crowd

Knitting the memories

Emerging from those sounds

Mark the night

Endless and sweet...

away from your presence

Make my heartbeat-

Ecstatically dance

Stumbling on my feet, i fall

Turning on the volume up

I humm the song along

Words come to me

Easy as breathing

Shouting, screaming, singing

A little tune- alone.

feelings come to me

Beautiful as seasons

Never have I ever

Shouted on the top of clouds

Connecting the dots

Making a heart

Out of the tune in the crowd.

The colours

Won't fade away

The real

Vibrant and

Bright colours

Of love

Of happiness.

Not some fake colours

That wash away

You once asked me, "why do people change so much? They are so kind at one moment and at next moment they are just opposite. Why do show their fake face to the world? There are only black and white colours in a personality. People aren't grey."

I couldn't answer you at that time. I was so consumed by the depth of these blacks and whites that I couldn't tell you that the line between black and white is a blur. You my friend, are a pure soul. A pure white soul. That's why you see the world as combination of people whose hearts are either black or white.

You couldn't see beyond the well defined boundry of these blacks and whites where they submerge and make real human beings. The boundry is blurred for the most of us. There are some deep dark thoughts hidden in some corner of heart of the kindest person and there is some goodness left in the stone-hearted ones. And it's okay.

When I was 17 years old, there was this little girl in our neighborhood. We never talked much with their family, but she along with her brother and some other kids from down the street used to come play in our frontyard.

She was a little ray of sunshine. Her smile was enough for me to go 'Aww...how cute'. Sania, that's what everyone called her. She was in 3rd grade. She used to play with little puppies that lived nearby. Her brother was afraid of dogs, but she, being the little Angel that she was, used to feed them little bread crumbs and biscuits from our kitchen. We were never close to that family, but I felt so close to her even though I haven't interacted with her much. I used to watch her playing in our frontyard with her group and those puppies. She procted the little pups when some boys were throwing stones at them for fun. She was a kind soul.

Then she went to spend her summer vacations at her maternal grandmother's place in another state. I also went to my Aunt's place and came back after a month. I didn't miss her or even noticed the absence.

Then one day suddenly I got the news that the little Angel was no more. There was a flood in the city her grandmother lived in and she drowned while exploring a field. Her brother barely survived. He saw her getting drowned and tried saving her by going after her but got trapped in the deep water. He was unconscious when the rescue team found him, but they couldn't save his sister.

I didn't know how to respond. She was the symbol of pure love and kindness to me and now she was just gone. I couldn't cry. I couldn't say a goodbye. I kept thinking of her family and her smile and her love for those puppies. I kept thinking of her brother who has lost his sister right in front of his eyes and who was just 12 years old back then.

A few years later, her parents had another girl whom they gave her name. I never got a chance to meet the little Sania. Her brother greets me whenever he sees me walking down the street.

For nearly four years, I had forgotten the incident and how i felt about all that.

Untill today, when I saw my niece playing in our frontyard. She was holding a white puppy in her hands, playing with it like it's the world to her; her hair looked exactly like Sania's. I am very attached to my niece and she is the ray of sunshine in my life. And I was the one who took her to the parlour for that haircut.