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One Last Time


 “Can we talk, in private?” I asked
“Yes of course ” she said
To her, it was a simple conversation
A simple combination of sentences that made some sense
For her, it was nothing unusual
It was perfectly normal
Even for an outside observer, we had a conversation
Which anyone would consider perfectly normal
Nothing strange at all
But for me, we were conversing for the very last time
And I could’ve avoided it
And a thought came over
“Regrets or No Regrets?”
I went for the latter and I thought
Why not talk to her?
One last time
Why don’t we sit together?
One last time
Why don’t we hold hands?
One last time
Why don’t we sit there in the beautiful silence and still feel comfortable?
One last time
Why don’t I hug her?
One last time
With that thought, I ran to her and at that moment I felt
Why don’t I ask her again?
Why shouldn’t I try again?
One last time
I believe it was not me who was thinking
I cannot possibly be thinking such stuff at that moment
I believe it was some force
Some external force that helped me at that moment
For me, that force was God
Because had I not run to her and asked her, Again
I wouldn’t know the answer to my question
It’s funny how we just find things
In one moment, you are sitting there thinking if you should approach her
In the very next moment, you walk out with the girl of your dreams
Hand in Hand
For ONE LAST TIME


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